Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 20 This scholar has high martial arts value

Zhao Yifu continued to move forward calmly and was about to enter the western part of the city.

Suddenly, someone came over with his head down, and stood in front of him.

Zhao Yifu paused and moved sideways to move aside.

But another person immediately appeared next to him, forcefully squeezing his space and pushing him to the side.

And over there is an alley where no sunlight can penetrate.

Zhao Yi Fu noticed this and immediately leaned his tense body to the side. Then he clamped one person's arm under his armpit and dragged the two people into the alley together.

The two men's expressions changed slightly. Although they had the same idea, they could still tell the difference between active and passive.

There were three other people waiting in the alley.

But Zhao Yifu had no intention of chatting with them. He held one person under one arm and fell into the alley. In the process, his arms twisted...

Click!

There was a crisp sound, and it turned out to be a dislocated elbow.

Zhao Yifu loosened his arms and grabbed the palm of the man who was punching. He pulled it apart and twisted it... and the man's palm was dislocated.

Zhao Yifu showed no mercy to the other two men, and he quickly stepped forward, grabbed one of their arms, and then yanked them down...

Click~
There was another crisp sound, and their shoulders were dislocated.

It was too simple and easy, and it didn't even bring out the essence of his Crane Claw grappling technique.

Five thugs immediately lay down in the alley.

Zhao Yi Fu didn't even take two breaths to go in before he straightened his clothes and came out again.

It was not until this moment that bursts of ghostly howlings came from the alley behind him, and people around him also cast surprised glances at him.

Zhao Yifu raised his eyebrows and didn't take it to heart at all.

He is just like that. If someone wants to talk to him, he will talk to them. But if they touch him, he will break their hands and feet.

It’s not that he was so violent in his previous life. After all, he was just an ordinary office worker in his previous life.

This idea was instilled in me in Shenhe Villa in this life... Well, the culprit is still my third uncle.

He didn't care about the wailing of these thugs. They were just five thugs. He just beat them up.

He hurried back home, not even mentioning this matter to his loyal servant. He just happily took out the hundred taels of silver note and handed it to the loyal servant, saying, "Uncle Wu, this is my harvest today."

Wu Zhong was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked around. When he found that the two hired servants had left, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Second Young Master, you're not robbing... No, you're robbing the rich to give to the poor, right?"

Zhao Yifu said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is what I earned from selling paintings today!"

Wu Zhong suddenly understood and said, "So that's how it is."

He didn't seem to doubt it much.

However, after a moment, he suddenly said, "Second Young Master, you should tell me where you did it, and let me check whether it is cleaned up properly."

Wow, he is worthy of being a servant trained by a powerful family in the martial arts world. He has a strong sense of business.

Zhao Yifu covered his face and said, "I'm telling you, this is the money someone gave me for painting. It comes from a legitimate source. You don't need to worry about cleaning up the mess."

Wu Zhong nodded regretfully to indicate that he understood.

Zhao Yifu felt that he, a loyal servant, was good in every way except that he still had a bit of a shady side to him. He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Ten pounds of beef, a bowl of steamed buns and two plates of cabbage, this is their dinner tonight.

It seems a bit exaggerated, but who can blame them for being martial artists?

This is what the saying "the poor are good at literature but the rich are good at martial arts" means. People who practice martial arts must eat and drink well in order to withstand the physical torture.

While they were eating and drinking, the gate of the courtyard suddenly slammed loudly.

Zhao Yifu looked at the door curiously, while Wu Zhong quickly got up and opened the door.

"Come, come, who is it?"

The loyal servant stepped forward quickly, unbolted the door, and before he could open it, he saw a group of people rushing in through the door.

Wu Zhong took two steps back, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with ferocity. However, he only regained his composure after seeing the intruder's attire.

Because the ones who broke in were a team of constables.

The leading constable looked to be in his thirties or forties and was quite dignified.

After entering the door and looking around, he saw the desolation inside and patted the person next to him and said, "Where are the people? Point them out to me."

A man covering his arm stared at Zhao Yifu with red eyes and said, "Brother-in-law, that's him!"

"He was the one who beat us."

The captain showed the shackles in his hand and said, "Boy, you are guilty. Come with us!"

Wu Zhong gave Zhao Yifu an extremely cruel look, as if asking: How about killing them all?
Zhao Yifu felt it was unnecessary, but it was too late to signal him. He suddenly stood up and shouted angrily, "You are completely disrespectful. I have passed the annual examination this year and have already achieved honors. How can I allow myself to be bullied by you like this?!"

The captain was stunned for a moment.

The man whose arm was removed didn't realize the seriousness of the situation and was already encouraging him, "Brother-in-law, he's just a poor fellow, why do you care so much?"

"Isn't the prefect a relative of ours? What's there to be afraid of?"

The captain of the police felt like he was being put on a leash after being urged like this.

He said to Zhao Yifu, "Be sensible and come with us for once. In any case, you are in the wrong for assaulting the civilians and causing them to become disabled."

Zhao Yifu sneered, "Are you taking advantage of me because I don't understand the law? Even if the prefect wants to arrest me, he must first petition the court to strip me of my honors. Otherwise, you have no right to arrest me."

So although scholars may seem insignificant, they actually have the privileges of a scholar of the time.

The captain was also irritated. He said, "Submitting a petition to the court? If you don't accept the toast, you'll have to drink the wine for punishment. Who will know if you're imprisoned? I don't think you'll see the sun again!"

This is too much.

After all, constables and gangsters are almost the same, and those who are in the gangs all want to save face.

Zhao Yifu looked frustrated when he heard this.

Seeing this, the head constable said smugly, "Why, are you scared now?"

Zhao Yifu sighed, "I was planning to imitate them and scold the villain with righteous words, but now it seems I have to resort to violence after all."

So he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

He immediately grabbed the hands of the nearby captain, his ten fingers like iron hooks, and shook them violently...

"what!!!"

The captain's arms were all dislocated and he screamed in pain.

Seeing this, Wu Zhong suddenly became excited, and a bloodthirsty light appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Yifu hurriedly said, "Uncle Wu, please don't interfere. Just close the door and don't let anyone escape."

"I'm a student, it's okay to hit them."

Only then did Wu Zhong suppress the bloodthirstiness in his heart and obediently go to guard the door for his young master.

Then, a series of "crackling" and wailing sounds were heard in the yard.

Zhao Yifu's methods were quite cruel because he hated these constables.

Since these detectives came to him for a few thugs this time, it means that they must be used to bullying the good people in their daily lives.

Let me teach you a lesson this time.

When he turned to leave, there was a group of people behind him, covering their dislocated arms and wailing.

Wu Zhong sighed helplessly upon seeing this: "Second Young Master is kind-hearted after all."

Then he resigned himself to his fate and carried the people one by one and threw them out of the house.

Wu Zhong was not tall, but these big men were as easy to carry as chickens in his hands.

Not long after, a louder howl was heard from outside the yard.

Those detectives were crying and screaming, not knowing what had happened...

(End of this chapter)