Chapter 187

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Holy Qiao's martial arts were quite cruel martial arts, martial arts from the battlefield, used for the battlefield.

Body Technique in Holy Qiao martial arts was at the foundational stage, requiring little of the body but strong perseverance.

When Chen Yi trained back then, he would often train for thirty hours straight, with excellent results, thanks to his strong willpower.

If training only three to five hours each time, even three years would not match current results. The efficacy of "Divine Oil" was also reflected in this.

Perseverance was the strength of the spiritual world; clear goals, a definite life path, accurate and realistic expectations all helped increase one's perseverance—the communist world, human unity, could be called the strongest perseverance path; claiming kingship and hegemony, reshaping the family crest could be seen as the second strongest perseverance direction.

Similarly, Naked Bear's simple and pure life goal was also a source of infinite perseverance.

Newly recruited young people could not reach such a degree.

Besides Red Fringe She Lei's pursuit of power itself, being able to persist for over ten hours, few others could persist over ten hours, with five hours being the relative norm.

When Naked Bear trained on Chen Yi's behalf, he had to divide the twenty people into three groups: he and She Lei persisting for fifteen hours were one group, those persisting eight to twelve hours were another, and those persisting five hours were a third.

If under five hours, he threatened to kick them out of the Martial Arts Hall—Chen Yi had also granted him this right.

On the first day someone resisted over this, got a beating, and trained another day; by the third day, the students couldn't leave even if beaten. Physical quality improvement below Body Technique Level 3 was quite fast, especially for students who had never undergone System Training—one could say it skyrocketed; in just two days, someone could do 200 consecutive push-ups or 100 pull-ups. Although people often heard of the military doing this, among ordinary people, those who could complete 100 pull-ups were truly few, even those who often did physical labor were no exception.

This was not simply increasing arm strength, but an improvement of overall physical quality.

With obvious improvement, even the Martial Arts Hall whose roof wasn't finished became cute and mysterious in everyone's eyes. They weren't selling their strength at the Paper Supermarket, nor at the Supermarket; instead, here, everyone had a pursuit.

Correspondingly, twenty sturdy young men were stationed here, and no troublemakers dared come.

On the only grass outside the Martial Arts Hall, Kong Qian waited a day and night that day, nothing happened, so he sent subordinates to watch. Now remaining locally was a Deputy Captain of the Public Security Brigade, playing mahjong every day with three police officers.

Today, even the chief of the nearby police station came to join the fun.

Four people gathered, moved a set of tables and chairs, teapot and tea water fully ready; the only uncomfortable thing was no automatic mahjong table.

The Deputy Captain was named Liu Hou Pei; his child was just half a month old, exactly the age to worry about, day and night the room was filled with the crying of a fake Pavarotti; finally getting an out-of-town mission, he was glad for the leisure.

After one round, Liu Hou Pei laughed heartily as he arranged his tiles, rubbing them while saying: "Old Ha has great luck."

Old Ha was the police station chief; he eagerly collected the chips on the table and smiled: "Just good luck at the card table, sent to this godforsaken place, not a bit of profit."

"Look at you now, your luck is about to turn."

"If Captain Kong doesn't quarrel with us, then your luck will truly turn."

The Demolition Company and the Martial Arts Hall seemed to coexist peacefully, but not that peacefully.

Hearing this, Liu Hou Pei was unhappy and said: "No talk of official business, boring."

"It's boring to stop." The chief sighed, pointing ahead: "They want independent power supply?"

Utility poles were erected by the roadside, a crane grabbing a transformer, placing it onto the cement pole.

The wires were pulled from the wharf side, not going through the chaotic resident power supply, so they wouldn't be affected by power outages. By then, these poles extending forward a bit would solve the power outage problem at the foot of the mountain.

Liu Hou Pei didn't care at all; before coming, Captain Kong and Yan Deputy Director had talked to him, saying it very clearly: stability and harmony, justice and fairness.

In other words, as long as no malicious key-pressing incidents occurred at the Martial Arts Hall location, everything else was left to their discretion.

The Deputy Captain therefore laughed twice and said: "The Jiangning Chen Family and Han Family—let alone building a Martial Arts Hall on the wharf, building it on the Guangchang is fine too."

Old Ha laughed and shook his head, discarding a blank tile: "To make money, come to the blank tile; such bad luck."

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Inside a three-story Xiao Lou in the distance, Yamashita Horyu said in a hoarse voice: "Stop them."

"Stop them with what?" Niu Xiang looked down on this Japanese more and more; besides giving orders, he had no achievements at all, not even a decent opinion.

"Where are your people?"

"There are police standing there; you handle the police, I'll handle the others."

Yamashita Horyu snorted.

He had long wanted to get rid of the police, but Sun Maoxin simply wouldn't answer the phone. He didn't want to offend both the Han Family and Chen Family over a Martial Arts Hall.

And when he called the Bureau Chief, the man did answer, but advised him then: don't be so rigid; they might have chosen the feng shui there; as long as the Martial Arts Hall doesn't organize trouble, you aren't allowed to organize trouble either.

Inside the 2-meter-high concrete wall, faintly from the unfinished Hall, one could see a group of figures.

These twenty people were the main reason Niu Xiang's thugs couldn't play a role.

Residents near the Martial Arts Hall had electricity connected, printed with a sky red as blood. The formerly pitch-black scene was no more.

"Cut the wires." Yamashita Horyu said and left, leaving no room for bargaining.

Niu Xiang gritted his teeth in anger, thinking: why don't you go up yourself.

But he understood they couldn't be allowed to develop like this; official power couldn't be relied on, so he had to rely on his own strength.

He turned and went downstairs, then drove personally into the city, found four unfamiliar faces from the Di Hall, and brought them back to the Jiangbei Wharf District.

After secretly training them for two hours, Niu Xiang gave each person 10,000 yuan as a death-sworn fee before saying: "You all go down later and cut the designated wires cleanly; if anyone comes to repair them, make them bleed."

The four didn't care whether you were Mitsubishi or three striped bars; after taking the money, they left.

That night, they teamed up and cut the wires on the main road.

The wires at the Construction Site were managed by the Construction Company; they reacted quickly, in less than half an hour driving a Hyundai SUV to the scene.

November weather was a bit cold, especially at night. Among the two electricians riding in the same car, the driver was too lazy to move, so another employee carried a toolbox and ran down; before he could find a place, a young man came up and stabbed him with a knife.

Blood immediately flowed out; the driver on the SUV was stunned dumb, and by the time he thought to chase the murderer, the car had already driven to the Hospital.

However, the murderer actually hadn't run; he just stood there, waiting for the police uncles who played mahjong all night to arrest him.

The weather was very cold; the uncles came very slowly; the young man waited anxiously.

Around nearly dawn, the belated local police finally found the criminal suspect hiding in the drainage ditch and took him back to jail.

The lights at the Martial Arts Hall were out all night, and it was not until the next morning that an electrician, under the protection of Martial Arts Hall students, repaired the seven severed lines.

Chen Yi received the news and immediately went to the hospital to visit, but the good news from the Martial Arts Hall plummeted in a straight line.

Without electricity, the project could not continue; the construction workers at the site were worried about their own safety...

Had it not been for the person in charge of the Second Construction Bureau working hard to suppress it, the Martial Arts Hall would have stopped work that day.

The next day, another case of the same nature occurred; this time the other party was smarter, and after stabbing someone, they could go to the police station to surrender, claiming it was an argument that escalated...

Two serious violent incidents woke Chen Yi up; on one hand he carefully investigated Niu Xiang's whereabouts, and on the other he sent Martial Arts Hall students to protect the workers at the outside construction site at any time, making the Martial Arts Hall's construction seem as if it were overseas.

Thus, Martial Arts Hall students spent most of their time running about outside, while Niu Xiang was like a rabbit fallen into an abyss, not even producing a single offspring.

"The Martial Arts Hall must expand." Chen Yi did not want to rely on the police or anyone else's help, but strove to solve the problem himself.

He thought: If I cannot even guarantee the safety of several tens of households, how can I protect my family's safety?

Since reaching Level 3 in combat, his worry about his own safety had become less and less, but the worry itself had not decreased.

With this consideration in mind, Chen Yi came to the Martial Arts Hall again and asked: "It's been a week; whose body technique has reached Level 1 standard?"

She Lei with red bangs and Naked Bear stepped forward.

She Lei was thin and tall, far from as sturdy as Naked Bear, wearing a loose hurdle tank top that hung on him, soaked through with sweat. If not for his terrible hairstyle, he would somewhat resemble an ordinary sports school student.

"No one else?" Chen Yi was slightly disappointed.

"We are outside every day, with too little time to cultivate."

"Standing for ten hours at a time is too exhausting."

"Cultivation is often interrupted!"

Complaints came one after another; Naked Bear was a bit embarrassed, his lips unmoving yet saying nothing.

Chen Yi frowned slightly, but said: "Naked Bear, post these recruitment things outside the door and at Xing Street. Also, carry these two boxes."

He tossed two light red boxes to She Lei and Naked Bear, saying: "Inside is Level 1 Divine Oil, very useful; from now on, before every cultivation session, apply it to your body."

"What about us?" The thought of not fearing scarcity but fearing inequality immediately spread among the students.

Chen Yi raised his chin and said in a calm voice: "Medicines that can increase cultivation effects are very precious; they are a privilege, not a right, just like the opportunity you now have to practice martial arts. Today is already the seventh day; if within fifteen days anyone still fails to meet the Body Arts Level 1 standard, they must leave the Martial Arts Hall."

Naked Bear, as required, only gave them the practice method for Body Arts Level 1; once they left the Martial Arts Hall, even if they wanted to reach the level of a provincial sanda athlete, it would be impossible.

The students who had just experienced the wonder of body technique had varied expressions, but they dared not argue with Chen Yi, and had to follow Naked Bear out to post recruitment posters.

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