Chapter 211

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Zhu Guangliang scrutinized the strange little squad before him with a professional eye.

He could tell these people had not undergone basic military training; whether it was their formation while marching or their posture while standing, they all reeked of rawness.

This made him think with some disdain: Aristocratic scions are truly bored, spending a fortune and nearly mobilizing family power just to cosplay Li Xiaolong? Chen Yi styling himself as Hall Master of the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall probably isn't much better than these people.

Then he thought sadly: I actually have to take orders from such a little brat; aristocratic scions are truly hateful, hateful, hateful, stomp you dead, stomp you dead...

The little man in his heart exists forever, forever enduring immense pressure. The so-called psychological activity from inside out quickly transferred the pressure to the ants beneath his feet.

Zhu Guangliang crushed all these little black creatures with his hard leather shoes, just like he wanted to crush the little man in his heart.

"Mr. Zhu, good mood." Chen Yi, dragging Fang Yu by the ear, came to his side and said: "Thanks for the trouble."

"I dare not. If the matter is resolved, we should go back."

"No rush, wanted to invite you to tour the martial arts hall for a while now, today's a good chance." Chen Yi said, dragging Fang Yu by the ear: "You come with me too."

"Cousin..."

Chen Yi glared, and he shut his mouth.

Zhu Guangliang glanced sympathetically at Fang Yu, feeling he must have had a very tragic youth growing up with a black-bellied legitimate son like Chen Yi.

"Take my car." Chen Yi waved, calling back the Wuguan Inspection Team that was wandering about.

Fang Yu and he sat in front; Zhu Guangliang also brought two deputies, sitting in the pickup's second row; the Wuguan Inspection Team all climbed into the pickup's cargo bed, sitting in order on both sides.

Zhu Guangliang looked through the rearview mirror and found each of them sitting very steadily, and their bows were strung and drawn outward, in a state ready to fire at any moment. This startled him; not drilling formations but drilling martial arts would be one thing, but playing with something as dangerous as bows and arrows this proficiently is no good sign.

What is this aristocratic scion thinking? Isn't one phone call to the police good enough? Isn't a proper security company formidable enough? He has to train his own subordinates?

The Raptor shook; an Audi overtook from the left.

Zhu Guangliang had just lifted his eyelids when he saw in the rearview mirror a forest of bone arrows flashing with gloomy light, all pointed at the Audi that didn't know death from life.

These aren't martial arts hall students; they're clearly a group of assassins!

Zhu Guangliang silently assessed these students' combat power; at minimum their horse stance was rock-solid — the pickup has no guardrails, yet sitting on it they didn't seem to sway at all, their core strength is truly remarkable. Secondly, if that armor is genuine, their strength must not be weak... He turned to look at his own people; they all looked like bureaucratic drones, two useless pieces of trash.

Dayang and Xiao Zhu inexplicably felt the discrimination from beside them; before they could wonder at it, they hurriedly self-reflected.

Such activity continued until arrival at the martial arts hall.

Three people got out of the car, staring in surprise at the small building before them.

The gloomy main gate was simple concrete-poured pillars; the two-story small building was just over ten meters high, possessing neither imposing momentum nor awe-inspiring structure; young people practicing body techniques in the courtyard moved in crooked, twisted ways, like yoga practitioners with damaged hypothalamus.

The value of this building might not even exceed the pickup we just rode in.

Zhu Guangliang made this assessment, finding it simply laughable. He carefully observed the young people in the courtyard, then asked his subordinates uncertainly: "What do you think?"

Dayang was once a short-track speed skater, possessing the distinctively thick legs unique to skaters, unforgettable at a glance; calling him a two-waist man no one would oppose. He eagerly expressed: "Just Boy Scout level, not much better than new recruit camp soldiers."

"New recruit camp is not bad." Xiao Zhu said, adding: "I read a report saying martial arts hall training achieves this effect within 30 days, more efficient than ordinary troops."

The report he spoke of was ordinary public sentiment bulletins and social dynamics, the lowest level of classified documents, but many intelligence officers start from public sentiment bulletins — dig a huge pit, bury a tiny conspiracy, win a huge medal, accumulate a pile of huge experience, get a huge desk.

With a "Clang", the three were startled awake; it was Lu Xiong unloading his leather armor onto the ground, others following suit placing their leather armor down.

Although called leather armor, whether made of aurochs leather or the better saber-toothed beast leather armor, they are all equipment of hair-raising thickness; one-finger thick hide is extremely common, weight all exceeding a hundred catties. That's why they made a sound like stone blocks hitting the ground.

Zhu Guangliang lowered his head in surprise and asked: "Can I try?"

"Try what?"

"Just... pick it up." He said, stepping forward voluntarily, lifting a leather armor with lower hem shoulder guards — actually he didn't lift it; one arm couldn't lift 150 catties. He was dragged into a stumble and asked: "What's this made of? Monster hide? Or iron-studded?"

"Private family martial arts; if you want to know, you have to join the martial arts hall, first." Chen Yi said, picking up the leather armor and casually tossing it to Lu Xiong.

The latter reached out with his left hand, then guided along the armor's incoming direction, steadily catching this hundred-plus catty thing.

Zhu Guangliang clapped "pa pa", praising: "If your students are all like this, Chen Family Martial Arts Hall can't help but get popular."

"If my students were all like this, Chen Family Martial Arts Hall would have no need to stay open." Chen Yi snorted, under the three's puzzled gazes, said: "Lu Xiong is at Body Arts Level Three Peak; the road ahead is still long, at minimum must reach Level 9 standard."

Xiao Zhu hehe laughed: "About the same as wuxia novels."

The others gave no response.

Zhu Guangliang pointed at the front yard students: "They're new students? Can they wear such heavy armor?"

"No." Chen Yi shook his head lightly, smiling: "Only Level 1 Students are qualified to wear equipment; they're all bottom-tier students, only after advancing to Level 1 Student can they continue staying inside, receiving good education."

"Practice wearing 100-catty armor? Haha, cracking a joke." Zhu Guangliang felt darkly pleased; finally got in a sarcastic remark, let you aristocratic scion be arrogant...

Xiao Zhu asked: "What level of student counts as a Level 1 Student?"

"We have our own system." Chen Yi unwilling to answer these people further, pulled Zhu Guangliang and them to the second floor, said: "This is the martial arts hall's core area; only Level 1 Students can come up."

"Oh."

"We currently have one Level 3 Student, two Level 2 Students, and another 35 Level 1 Students; their training time all within two months."

"Within two months?"

"Lu Xiong, give them a demonstration."

Lu Xiong answered "Yes", grabbed a long spear and giant shield from the weapon rack, movements starting move by move.

Forward thrust, step back, shield block, forward thrust, step back, shield block... three movements cycling repeatedly, only using the chance to adjust footsteps to adjust direction.

The long spear is solid hardwood throughout, 6 meters long; the giant shield is raw wood covered in hide, 2 meters wide, 2 meters high, can hide three people. In the Saint Qiao Kingdom, this heavy equipment is meant to coordinate with Mages in battle; even Yun Village people needed Chen Yi to describe repeatedly before they could produce it.

But must say, its shock power is no less than a Maxim machine gun's tat-tat-tat.

Within ten meters foot soldiers dare not advance; this speaks of the long spear cavalry general.

The Magic Continent's hardwood spears differ slightly, but power is in no way inferior.

"All wood?" The one asking was Fang Yu. He finally knew what kind of monster crew he had run into. A Mercedes-Benz had been burned, but it didn't seem like a loss.

Chen Yi laughed and said, "That's right. The spear weighs eighty jin, the shield weighs two hundred twenty jin, the full leather armor is one hundred fifty jin, personal load is two hundred twenty-five kilograms. Not bad, right?"

Several people had long been stunned. Zhu Guangliang thought the coolest individual weapon in the world was a handheld Gatling machine gun, but now he knew that spears and giant shields still had a market.

Chen Yi continued to introduce: "During World War II, the US Military's average load reached eighty or ninety kilograms. I don't remember the exact number, but even the strongest soldier wouldn't be required to carry two hundred kilograms. And my Martial Arts Hall students will continue training to reach an even stronger state."

Four people clapped in praise.

"So..." Chen Yi ended their movements and said, "I think the Security Department should be interested in the services my Martial Arts Hall provides."

"What?"

"I can help you train stupid members like these." Chen Yi pointed to Big Yang and Xiao Zhu, saying, "Teach them how to carry two hundred kilograms, endure hunger and starvation, travel long distances without water for thirty kilometers. Or run eight hundred meters at the fastest speed, pry open an automobile with a steady hand, and smash another one to pieces."

"This..." Zhu Guangliang naturally hesitated.

Chen Yi pointed to Big Yang with his thick waist and ordinary Xiao Zhu, saying, "Just leave these two with me. I'll return them to you in thirty days, treating it as further study here. By then, you will naturally discover the Martial Arts Hall's advantage. Also, Fang Yu, you will train here too."

"Train what?"

"Train how to run a prison. Unless you reach Body Technique Level 3, otherwise stay in the Martial Arts Hall forever and get beaten."

"I, I..."

Chen Yi patted Zhu Guangliang's shoulder and said, "We will have other cooperation in the future. Starting today. I'll send someone to take you back."

Xiao Zhu and Big Yang looked at the students, looked at Chen Yi, looked at Zhu Guangliang, at a loss and helpless.

After sending off Zhu Guangliang, who was equally confused about the situation, Chen Yi said to Liu Xinyu, who couldn't help but chuckle softly: "I'm preparing to expand the Big Store on Binjiang Road, considering first adding one hundred mu of land area. Phase two will expand even more. How about assigning this matter to you?"

Liu Xinyu said with both surprise and joy: "Buying sixty thousand square meters of land in the Binjiang Trade Zone? Building what?"

"Service Hall."

"What?"

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