Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

The little mudskipper stood at the doorway, quietly shifting its feet. Its eyes were fixed on Chen Hongwu and the other two people standing at the door, its heart pounding like a rabbit's.

He had followed Liu Sanshou since he was a child and knew that this skinny, bamboo-like man was no ordinary thief.

That's someone who's really skilled in martial arts; three or five burly men couldn't get close to him.

Once at Zhabei Railway Station, three dockworkers cornered Liu San in a dead end, but he beat them up, leaving one with a broken wrist, another with a dislocated jaw, and the third falling directly into a stinking ditch.

He witnessed that scene firsthand, and from then on, he had a thought in his mind: the person who could take down Liu San must be more ruthless and better at fighting than Liu San, and must be from out of town. He must not know who Liu San was involved with, so that he would dare to kill without any scruples!

He spent three years picking pockets in the Fuzhou Road area, and he must have handled at least a hundred wallets, always observing the victim's reaction.

He had been waiting, waiting for someone who looked extraordinary and not to be trifled with.

The young man in front of them burst in with two helpers, kicking down the door with unwavering force. The two men behind him were both remarkably calm, especially the young man in the gray cloth robe, whose gaze swept over them like two knives scraping against their skin.

The little mudfish suddenly tensed up; this might be the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time!

He saw clearly the hand gesture Liu Sanshou made behind his back; the two teenagers had already reached the two sides of the courtyard gate, clutching broken bricks.

His mind was in turmoil. If he reminded Chen Hongwu, and Chen Hongwu was defeated by Liu San and his group of apprentices, he feared he would have his leg broken when he returned today.

But if they remain silent, these people in front of them will be ambushed and their heads will be smashed, and the outcome of the battle could very well be decided in that instant.

He bit his lip, his fingers gripping his trouser leg, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down several times.

"Watch out!" The little mudfish suddenly raised its head and shouted towards the courtyard gate.

Almost at the same moment he shouted, two teenagers darted out from the shadows of the courtyard wall.

Each of them gripped a half-brick of blue brick and swung their arms, smashing it down hard on the back of Chen Hongwu's head.

The brick pierced the air, and the wind suddenly pressed down.

Chen Hongwu did not turn around. He took a half step back with his right foot, gripped the ground with his toes, twisted his waist and hips, and shifted his center of gravity three inches within a small space.

His left hand emerged from under his ribs, scooped up the child on the left with his backhand, and his five fingers, like iron hooks, gripped the child's collar. At the same time, his right palm spun around, catching the brick that another person on the right was throwing down, his palm spinning and sending it through the air.

The two were lifted off the ground by a gentle force, flying out like two kites with broken strings, crashing into the courtyard wall and causing half of the dilapidated wooden shed to collapse with a loud crash.

Two teenagers fell to the ground, their heads collided, they saw stars, and lay there for a long time, unable to get up.

Liu Sanshou's expression changed drastically, and he reached for his gun at his waist.

Chen Hongwu tapped his toes, and his entire body was already in front of him.

Before Liu San could even point the dark muzzle of his gun at him, Chen Hongwu's right hand had already gripped Liu San's wrist holding the gun. His thumb gripped the radial artery on the inside of the wrist joint, his four fingers locked the outside of the wrist bone, and all five fingers twisted together.

"Snap!"

"what!"

The sound of wrist bones shattering was crisp and clear, punctuated by Liu San's scream. The pistol slipped from Liu San's loosened fingers, caught by Chen Hongwu's left hand, and tossed to Li Yi behind him.

"then!"

Li Yi took the gun, tucked it into his waistband, and casually glanced around.

Although he was still seriously injured and unable to throw punches, his sharp eyes and vigilance as the number one assassin in Guangdong and Guangxi remained intact.

Chen Hongwu's right hand did not loosen its grip; the force traveled upwards from the wrist bone, vibrating all the way down the forearm to the elbow joint.

He subtly adjusted his five fingers, shifting from locking the wrist to gripping the elbow, with his tiger's mouth locking the olecranon at the tip of the elbow and his four fingers hooking the inside of the elbow crease, lifting and pulling.

"Crack!" Liu San's elbow was dislocated and his ligaments were torn. His right arm hung limply like a snake with its bones removed.

Before he could even scream, Chen Hongwu had already circled around to his left, pressing down on his shoulder with his left hand and supporting his elbow with his right, exerting force simultaneously, resulting in another crisp crack.

My left arm is also useless.

The whole process was so fast that it was impossible to blink.

With both hands useless, Liu San collapsed to the ground, rolling and howling like a wild dog whose tendons had been cut off, his face a mixture of cold sweat and tears.

"Ouch! It hurts so much!"

"Do you know who my master is?!"

Liu San yelled at the top of his lungs, "You crippled my hands! My master will come and make your whole family pay with their lives!"

Chen Hongwu looked down at him, his tone indifferent: "Send your master over here. I want to see what kind of martial arts school could produce such a scoundrel. If he's also a crooked wretch, I don't mind eliminating this traitor for the country."

Liu San's eyes reddened, and he turned to a thin, huddled child at the base of the wall, yelling, "Go! Go fetch my master! Get out of here!"

The child was startled by the shout and scrambled out of the yard, disappearing into the alleyway.

The courtyard fell silent.

Chen Hongwu and his two companions sat down at the broken octagonal table in the center of the courtyard. Little Mudfish brought out a broken teapot with a chipped spout and several rough earthenware bowls from inside the house. He wiped the dust off the rims of the bowls with his sleeve and poured several bowls of tea with trembling hands.

He then took the money bag from Liu San's arms and presented it back to Chen Hongwen with both hands.

Seeing this, Liu San, lying on the ground, trembled with rage: "You little mudskipper! I've raised you for so many years, and you betray me!"

Chen Hongwen took the money bag, weighed it in his hand, and glared at the little mudskipper: "Don't think we'll let you off easily just because you brought the money back!"

Chen Hongwu picked up his teacup and looked at the little mudskipper: "Why did you shout that just now?"

The little loach's lips trembled a few times, and its legs went weak, causing it to kneel on the ground.

"People outside say I'm an orphan who was picked up from a garbage dump by Liu San and that's why I'm with him. But that's not true."

When I was four years old, Liu San was caught stealing near my house by my father. During the ensuing argument, Liu San killed my father with a brick and then strangled my mother to death near the stove.

The little mudfish spoke these things in a very soft, even voice, as if it were talking about someone else's business.

The four-year-old child couldn't remember the details clearly, but he did remember that there was a pot of sweet potato porridge cooking on the stove that night. He had been hungry all day, and when he smelled the sweet potatoes, he was about to call for his mother when a hand covered his mouth.

He had always believed that he was an orphan whom Liu San had taken in and raised, and that he was beaten and starved because Liu San was "strict" with him. Until two years ago, when he helped Liu San take off his shoes while Liu San was drunk, he accidentally heard Liu San mutter "your father is a short-lived ghost" in his sleep. He then managed to get the truth of that night out of Liu San's drunken, intermittent mouth.

"But I can't beat him." Little Mudfish knelt on the ground, choking back tears as he said, "He's trained in kung fu, knows how to use a gun, and has several men under his command who obey him."

I couldn't even get enough to eat, I couldn't outrun him, and I couldn't fight him, so I could only endure it.

He looked up at Chen Hongwu and said, "So I've been waiting. Before each move, I observe which people seem to be from out of town and which seem capable."

I'm thinking that one day I'll manage to offend someone Liu San can't afford to mess with, and then use that person to get revenge for me.

He kowtowed, his forehead pressed against the broken brick ground, his thin back trembling slightly: "I know it was me who stole your money, I'm not guilty."

"If you report me to the authorities and have me arrested, I'll accept it. I only ask that before I go in, I witness Liu San's fate."

He took a deep breath, raised his sleeve to wipe away his snot and tears, and said, "As long as I can get revenge, I will have no complaints about whether I have these eyes or these hands."

Just as Chen Hongwu was about to speak, Liu San, who was lying on the ground, suddenly let out a near-manic laugh.

He struggled to raise his head and shouted at the top of his lungs toward the courtyard gate, "Master! Master, you've finally come!"