Chapter 659: Oscar Stay Nigh

Under relentless police interrogation, Fremini didn't last long before confessing; his lawyer, faced with ironclad evidence, failed to use his famed eloquence.

Considering he had only intended to cause trouble for the Albert Group and never meant to harm Albert's family, he wished to confess sincerely and hoped Eric would show mercy.

Hancock was surely doomed to spend the rest of his life in prison—whether he'd ever walk free again was uncertain.

As for Fremini, though he was indeed a billionaire, the Wester Group wasn't entirely under his control.

Once imprisoned, his siblings and siblings-in-law were eager to immediately seize his position.

Thus, there was little internal resistance within the Wester Group; some even seized the opportunity to propose a truce with the Albert Group.

Fremini wouldn't be locked up for decades like Hancock, but he'd still have to serve time in prison.

Still, he'd likely be released on medical parole soon—he was, after all, a wealthy man.

Justice had its target; Eric had no intention of pursuing total annihilation, for while Fremini was foolish, his moral bottom line was still higher than Hancock's.

If he showed no mercy at all, he might just create another deadly enemy.

The matter was now settled, yet online public interest remained high—after such a massive scandal involving so many celebrities and aristocratic families, the public's thirst for gossip wasn't easily quenched.

After spending one night in his old home, Eric moved his entire family to Huaerjie.

The property was arranged by Mia's father—a fat man with a belly nearly half a meter in diameter, clearly ravaged by American fast food, weighing at least three hundred jin.

From his appearance, one could never guess Mia, such a stunning beauty, was his daughter.

But this man named Karava was quite amiable, always smiling, and he personally arranged the movers for the relocation.

Their new residence was a building on Huaerjie.

It wasn't particularly tall—only about thirty floors—and wasn't a landmark; its exterior looked utterly ordinary.

But it was a building exclusively for the ultra-rich, with every two floors forming a single suite, each with distinctive interior design, and no two suites sharing the same style—some rivaled the golden villas of Arab princes in opulence.

Yet Eric disliked such flamboyant styles and chose a simpler design, claiming it was inspired by British royal architecture—elegant, luxurious, yet refined.

But Eric had once lived in Buckingham Palace as if it were his own home, and couldn't see any resemblance between this suite and British royal design.

Yet design interpretation ultimately belonged to the designer; laypeople didn't understand, so they let him say what he wished.

As long as it was spacious enough, that was all that mattered.

The suite spanned two floors, over a thousand square meters—quite sizable.

Natural light and ventilation were excellent, and Mia's apartment was directly below; she could now visit without driving—very convenient.

After Eric approved the house, Mia's father ordered the moving company to begin.

The items to be moved weren't excessive—mainly Eric and his wife's clothes, books, and baby supplies.

Then came Miss Luo Quan and Liang's studio equipment: large items from the recording studio, several computers, and three Steinway pianos.

Originally there had been only one; Eric added one after Miss Luo Quan arrived, and another after Luo Xi was born.

Though rarely played since purchase, having them was better than not having them.

The moving company worked all day; Miss Luo Quan had already packed her clothes and settled into her new room.

"Fans, we're in the new home—what do you think of the environment?"

Miss Luo Quan held up her phone, showing her fans the new bedroom.

The room's overall style was a girlish pink tone, with lace pink curtains draping the four corners of the bed, making it resemble a princess's boudoir.

"Oh, this damn pink—my heart's melting."

"Already moved into a new home? That's insane wealth!"

"If your family's in real estate, isn't this just basic?"

"By the way, where's the location? How much per square meter?"

"Look at the bathroom—the quality of a bedroom lies in its bathroom!"

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Fans bombarded the live chat with questions, but the address couldn't be disclosed; however, if they wanted to see the bathroom, there was no harm in showing it.

"I can't reveal the address, but it's in Manhattan—let me show you the bathroom," Miss Luo Quan said, opening the bathroom door.

Inside was even more spacious than she expected, entirely pink, covering over thirty square meters, half of which was taken up by a bathtub.

"Wuhu, what a huge bathtub!"

"Alright, that's it for today's livestream."

"????"

"Your train of thought jumps so fast—you couldn't wait past the bathtub?"

"Content locked behind paywall."

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"You guys are something else…" Miss Luo Quan laughed helplessly, then walked out after touring the bathroom.

"Alright, that's the tour—yesterday, many fans asked me to teach boxing. Today, I'll show you."

Miss Luo Quan placed her phone on the desk, stood in front of the camera, and opened Bilibili on another phone, screen facing herself:

"The Some Zhihu answer yesterday already explained clearly—I've shown Wing Chun, Baji Quan, Xin Yi Ba; I also know some Tai Chi and Xing Yi Quan. Which one do you want to learn?"

"They all sound like lethal techniques."

"Martial arts are killing techniques—only brutality qualifies as traditional martial arts."

"Can you teach Beidou Beidou Shenquan?"

"I want to learn military boxing."

"Let's vote."

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Half the comments were serious, half humorous—some viewers genuinely wanted to learn, others just came for the spectacle.

That was normal—not everyone had the resolve to pursue their martial arts dream; training wasn't comfortable.

Following the live chat's suggestions, Miss Luo Quan launched a vote—the most popular choice was Wing Chun.

Thinking about it, that made sense.

After all, the Ip Man film series in this world was currently the best and most popular martial arts action franchise.

The Ip Man universe was among the top IPs in Inheriting Huaxia, with far more films produced than in her past life, and many more martial arts styles featured.

Half the current popularity and prestige of traditional martial arts came from Ip Man and Wing Chun.

Among the public, the most recognized martial art, after Tai Chi, was Wing Chun.

As a martial art created by a woman, Wing Chun held considerable practical value—many UFC fighters and special forces units trained it overseas.

Even Miss Luo Quan herself had first unlocked Wing Chun among her acquired styles.

There was no choice—it was too famous and genuinely powerful.

"You've got good taste," Miss Luo Quan smiled. "But practicing Wing Chun requires a wooden dummy—I don't have one here yet. I'll have to wait a while."

"Still, some techniques don't need a dummy."

Miss Luo Quan picked up a pillow and hung it on a wall hook: "For example, the Sun Zi Chong Quan I'm about to demonstrate—a famous Wing Chun technique with explosive visual impact."

"Its key isn't speed—it's steady breathing and alternating punch rhythm. Master these two, and speed naturally follows; if you chase speed alone, you'll become flustered…"

Miss Luo Quan spoke earnestly into the camera, explaining the technique's essentials; the live chat erupted in delight.

"She really wants to teach us boxing!"

"Luo Bao looks so adorable when she's serious."

"Stop staring—take notes!"

"My long-dreamed-of Master Miss Luo Quan appeared this way."

"Are you moved?"

"Can't move. Can't move."

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Miss Luo Quan ignored the playful comments, raised her hands, and took a deep breath: "Watch closely—don't blink. Observe the correct execution."

As soon as she spoke, her fists struck the pillow in rapid succession like pile drivers, so fast they formed an elliptical afterimage.

Viewed together, they truly resembled the character " Ri "—hence the name Sun Zi Chong Quan.

Yet her speed far exceeded what was shown in films; even through the thick pillow, her punches made the wall clap loudly.

The sound resembled heavy rain on banana leaves—rhythmic, relentless.

After thirty seconds of continuous striking, Miss Luo Quan felt her stamina waning and finally stopped.

Normally, she could sustain it longer.

But to prevent excessive upper-body movement, she'd expended most of her strength tensing her muscles—this was physically draining.

When fighting thugs, of course, one didn't care—movement should be fluid and natural.

But this was a livestream—she had to maintain decorum, avoid being too casual.

After completing the set, the playful comments in the live chat vanished.

"Damn, that's fast!"

"Is this even possible? Can someone really strike that fast?"

"Faster than what I saw in previous videos."

"Each punch feels like it could kill me."

"You can drop the 'feeling' part."

"This is what traditional martial arts truly are—once unleashed, it's death or crippling. No ordinary person could withstand this."

"So now all this is banned."

"Coach, I want to learn this!"

"Coach: You want to learn? I damn well want to learn too!"

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Seeing the comments finally return to normal, Miss Luo Quan smiled: "Reaching my level requires slow, steady practice—bit by bit. Unless you're naturally gifted, progress is usually very slow."

I spent just over a year mastering it; if you want to train, three to five years should be about right."

"But before that, you must first build up your body. Martial arts demand good nutrition and strong health. If you're all in subpar condition—unable to run a thousand meters without nearly dying—how are you even going to train?"

"You say that, and I've lost all interest. Being a homebody sounds better."

"I envy you guys who can run a thousand meters—I'm already exhausted just walking."

"In high school I was actually in decent shape, but since college, it's been worse every day."

"It's said that scholarship thrives in poverty, while martial arts require wealth. My family is poor—I'll stick to studying."

"It's also said that all trades are lowly except scholarship."

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Seeing a flood of viewers backing out, Miss Luo Quan sighed and feigned dramatic disappointment: "Ah, I knew your bodies couldn't handle it…"

"What's wrong with us? You can insult my poverty, my height, my looks—but don't say I'm 'not capable'!"

"Those words are the greatest insult to this man of honor!"

"Woman, it seems I must show you my true strength."

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The comments exploded with excitement—though that was only natural. Which man wouldn't be stirred by those words, especially coming from Miss Luo Quan?

Yet facing this outburst, she calmly pulled a wooden board from her backpack.

She'd picked it up from the floor of her old home during the move—a high-end solid wood floorboard, a finger's thickness.

"I just demonstrated the Ri Zi Punch. Now I'll show you another famous technique of Wing Chun—the Cun Punch."

Miss Luo Quan gripped the board with her left hand and held it before her: "Keep your eyes locked—this move I'll demonstrate only once."

She opened her right hand, fingertips aimed at the board.

In the next instant, her entire body snapped forward like a spring, driving her fist forward exactly one inch.

In the blink of an eye, the board shattered and flew off, slamming into the wall.

The break was a jagged tear—fresh, clean, with no sign of tampering.

"This punch took twenty years of training. Can you block it?" Miss Luo Quan held up the broken board, grinning triumphantly.

"My god, if this hit me, would I even survive?"

"Luo the Warrior, take my knees!"

"No wonder she's China's top female boxer—absolutely incredible."

"I really want to learn this."

"True—if I mastered this, I wouldn't fear thugs anymore."

"Wing Chun really works for self-defense."

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Seeing her fans now genuinely moved, Miss Luo Quan set the board aside and said: "I understand your passion, but I must repeat: you must first train your body."

"Only with a strong physique can you lay a solid foundation for martial arts. Rushing into training will only lead to injury."

"I've decided—I'll exercise one hour every day!"

"I'll train two hours!"

"I doubt these promises will last long."

"Master, receive this disciple's bow!"

"Guardian goddess, from now on I believe in you—bless me with smooth fortune!"

"You guys are really something."

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Though the comments still had their share of nonsense, the outcome had met Miss Luo Quan's expectations.