Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

He tried to rush over, but was stopped and hit several more times.

He was knocked to the ground and saw an iron pipe coming towards his head. He instinctively dodged, and the pipe hit his shoulder, causing him to feel dizzy from the pain.

Zhou Xingxing gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, but was kicked down again, and iron pipes fell like raindrops.

He felt his bones breaking, his blood flowing, and his consciousness gradually fading.

He heard Uncle Da shouting, heard Xiao Hu laughing, and heard those people leaving cursing.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the villa fell silent.

Uncle Da got up from the ground and dragged his broken leg to Stephen Chow's side.

Stephen Chow lay in a pool of blood, covered in wounds, his face pale, unconscious. I reached out and checked his breathing; he was still breathing.

"Son, son, wake up."

Uncle Da gently patted his face, "You can't die, you've only just recognized me as your father."

Stephen Chow doesn't have it.

Uncle Da's tears fell as he struggled to his feet and carried Stephen Chow on his back.

Even though he had broken one leg, he still gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step, using the other leg instead of the other.

He didn't know how long he had walked, he only knew that he couldn't stop.

If you stop, your son will die.

Uncle Da walked out of the villa step by step and into the night.

Lin Tian stood in the shadows, watching the two figures disappear into the night.

I wanted to help, but I held back.

This is both a tribulation and an opportunity for Stephen Chow.

Without going through all of this, he wouldn't have been transformed into an artificial human, nor would he have gained the ability to transform into Old Lady Huang.

But he still called someone to pretend that a taxi was just passing by.

……

The next day.

Hung Hing's headquarters is located on the top floor of a commercial building in Mong Kok. The decoration is not particularly luxurious, but it is very impressive.

Two henchmen in black stood at the door, with earphones in their ears and walkie-talkies on their waistbands.

Upon seeing Lin Tian arrive, the two exchanged a glance, and one of them reached out to stop him.

"Little friend, this is not a place for you to play."

Lin Tian looked up at him without saying a word.

Another henchman, who had participated in the final battle between Tung Sing and Hung Hing, recognized him. His expression changed slightly, and he quickly pulled his companion away, lowering his voice:

"This is Brother Kun's distinguished guest, are you out of your mind?"

The first underling was stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped aside and apologized.

Lin Tian ignored them and walked straight in.

Handsome Kun was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper, with Loser and a few confidants standing next to him.

Upon hearing footsteps and seeing Lin Tian, ​​a smile immediately spread across her face, and she stood up to greet him personally.

"Young friend Lin Tian, ​​you've arrived! Please, have a seat!"

Handsome Kun, holding Lin Tian's hand, shouted at the loser, "What are you standing there for? Pour the tea!"

The loser frantically poured tea.

Lin Tian took a sip of tea, put it down, and looked at Liang Kun.

"Lung Kwan, is the final payment ready?"

"Ready, ready!"

Handsome Kun clapped his hands, and the loser brought out a black leather suitcase and placed it on the coffee table. He opened it, and inside were stacks of Hong Kong dollars.

Liang Kun forced a smile and said, "You count."

Lin Tian glanced at the suitcase, didn't count the contents, closed it, and placed it at his feet.

"Now that you've collected their tuition fees, you can start teaching them martial arts. But let me make this clear: if they don't learn what I'm teaching them well, I won't be lenient."

Liang Kun nodded, then hesitated for a moment: "Um... young friend Lin Tian, ​​can I also learn from you? Tuition is no problem, I'll pay for it separately."

He rubbed his hands together.

Now that I'm the leader of Hung Hing, if I don't have some skills, my underlings won't respect me.

If someone wants to take my place, they'd better have the ability to suppress them, right?

Lin Tian slowly curled into a smile, "Alright, a friend's price of one million. Pay first, then practice martial arts."

Liang Kun paused for a moment, then said, "I'll pay."

Lin Tian stood up. "Call your son over, and I'll call over your trusted confidants too."

Liang Kun was overjoyed and quickly sent someone to fetch more people.

Before long, the hall was filled with people.

The handsome guy, the unlucky guy, and a dozen or so trusted underlings were all excited and nervous.

Lin Tian had them warm up first, running laps, doing push-ups, and stretching, things they had practiced in school.

He was out of breath after just a few moments.

Liang Kun is the worst off. He's old and doesn't like to exercise. His legs go weak after running a few laps.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered, not wanting to lose face in front of his underlings, after all, he was the boss.

Lin Tian had them line up and began teaching them the basics, starting with the horse stance.

"Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, back straight, knees bent, and thighs parallel to the ground."

Walking at the front of the group, he demonstrated and corrected postures at the same time, "Handsome Kun, squat your legs down a little more, you rascal, don't stick your butt out so high."

Liang Kun gritted his teeth and squatted down, his thighs aching terribly, and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

After two or three minutes, my legs started shaking like a leaf.

The loser wasn't much better off; his face was flushed red and his lips were white, clearly from excessive indulgence.

Hang in there.

Lin Tian said, "The horse stance is a fundamental skill. If you can't master it, you can't learn anything else. Don't you want to learn martial arts? First, make sure you have a solid horse stance."

Liang Kun gritted his teeth and nodded, not daring to speak for fear that his breath would dissipate if he opened his mouth.

The handsome young man stood at the very front; despite his young age, he was the most stable, remaining motionless for ten minutes.

Liang Kun's lips twitched as he watched his son's retreating figure. This kid was better than him.

No wonder people say you have to start learning martial arts from a young age, because when you grow up you'll only be thinking about women.

Twenty minutes later, someone finally couldn't hold on any longer.

One of the henchmen sat down on the ground with a thud, panting heavily.

Then the second and the third fell one after another like dominoes.

Liang Kun also reached his limit, feeling as if his thighs were filled with lead, and he collapsed.

Thirty-five minutes later, the handsome guy was the last to finish. He stood up, stretched his legs, and walked over to Lin Tian.

"Big brother, I'm done with the injections."

Lin Tian nodded: "Not bad, let's rest for a bit and then do another set."

The handsome guy's face fell, but he didn't complain.

I walked over to get a drink of water and swung my aching legs.

Looking at his son's relaxed demeanor, Liang Kun felt a mix of emotions. It's so good to be young.

Lin Tian gave them a ten-minute break before they started practicing boxing again. Today he taught them military boxing, which was simple and powerful, with every move a potential killer.

Lin Tian demonstrated in front, his punches and kicks clean and crisp, making cracking sounds in the air.

Liang Kun's eyes lit up as he watched, and he studied very hard, mimicking each move, but his movements were as stiff as a puppet's.

Lin Tian's punches flowed like clouds and water.

The losers weren't much better off; some of them were clumsy and some almost knocked themselves down with a single punch.

The hall was in complete chaos.

After throwing a few punches, Liang Kun felt his back hurt, but he endured it without saying anything.

He didn't want to lose face in front of his younger brother, nor did he want to lose face in front of his son.

……