The City of Terror

Chapter 20, Eight Extremities Fist!

Ps: This chapter is scheduled to be updated, so if something goes wrong….. don’t blame this poor Daoist.

When the police arrived, the gangsters dared to continue, one by one turned and ran, and even more than a dozen gangsters who were knocked down by the middle-aged people in the ground and struggled to get up.

More than 20 gangsters, only a few lucky ones ran away, and the rest of the gangsters were all grabbed. Any attempt to escape was caught.

Even Wei Xiaobei and the middle-aged people were handcuffed by the police, and the police car was locked up with those gangsters.

Wei Xiaobei couldn’t help but smile a bit. He said that he was also brave and how to be handcuffed. This is the first time that you can wear a handkerchief.

Once you try to struggle out of the handcuffs, the more you struggle, the tighter your handcuffs are, and the cold handcuffs will let you know what it means to be a painful wrist.

Fortunately, there are a few more daring diners who come out to testify and follow the police car.

Waiting for the arrived police station, Wei Xiaobei had better luck and recorded the first confession.

“Okay, thank you for your cooperation.”

The young police officer who gave Wei Xiaobei a rare smile smiled.

After leaving the police station, Wei Xiaobei stood at the gate and waited until the middle-aged and several testimony diners came out.

“Thank you for your testimony.”

Wei Xiaobei smiled and shook hands with the few diners.

“Nothing, but you need to be careful, Black Tiger Gang is not a good one.”

The few diners who dared to come out to testify were not timid, but reminded Wei Xiaobei and the middle-aged.

Everyone exchanged cell phone numbers, and several diners left, leaving Wei Xiaobei standing with middle-aged people.

“Thank you for your take action, are you okay?”

The middle-aged man smiled and moved towards Wei Xiaobei.

“Nothing, hehe.”

Wei Xiaobei took a look at the body, waiting to strengthen the face, I felt that the back was accidentally hit by a steel pipe and there was a sharp pain.

Seeing Wei Xiaobei’s grin, the middle-aged man smiled and took out a cell phone and called: “Small five, I am at the police station, pick me up.”

Hanging up the phone, middle-aged move towards Wei Xiaobei invited: “I will go to my Dojo for some medicine.”

Dojo? Wei Xiaobei’s heart was agitated, and it really didn’t differ much from what she thought, and then nodded.

The young five in the mouth of the middle-aged man was soon arrived, driving a somewhat worn-out van. The man was more spiritual. The two-handed joints were thick and caught on the steering wheel, just like touching a toy.

“Master, what happened to you?”

Xiaowu had not stopped the car, and he looked out from the window and looked at the middle-aged man. He could not help but ask some eagerly.

“It’s okay, it’s being stared at by Black Tiger Gang’s dog scorpion. We got on the bus.”

The middle-aged man opened the door and the latter half said move towards Wei Xiaobei.

In the car, Wei Xiaobei knows that this middle-aged man is called Cheng Biwu. He was originally from Suzhou. He loved martial arts from a young age and went to the famous Ext Extremities Fist in Mengcun, Zhangzhou. This time, he started Dojo in Green Lake City, and the business was very prosperous. Whoever wants to know is targeted by Black Tiger Gang and comes to collect protection fees.

The opening of Dojo was actually charged a protection fee, which was a shame for Cheng Biwu, so several gangsters who came to collect protection fees were directly beaten.

Black Tiger Gang’s gangster also attempted to retaliate directly, but Cheng Biwu’s Dojo has a group of direct disciple in addition to those who pay for it.

Direct disciple is not the same as those who pay for money. They are in accordance with the old-time apprenticeship and enter the discipline under Cheng Biwu. The relationship with Cheng Biwu is naturally more intimate than the Dojo disciple who pays the money. .

As the saying goes, a teacher for a day, a father for life, this sentence refers to this type of direct disciple.

The little five who drove the car, named Yao Wu, was the third discipline of Cheng Biwu. He drove all the way, and said nothing, he could see that his character was relatively low-key.

Creak!

The van stopped in front of an alley.

“arrived, let’s get off.”

Cheng Biwu took the lead and walked down. He walked into the alley and took a few steps. Wei Xiaobei saw a plaque hanging with several black-red characters: Cheng’s Eight Extremities Dojo.

The two wooden doors below are wide open, and the sound of drinking is heard from time to time.

When Cheng Biwu appeared at the door of Dojo, there was a series of sounds coming in.

“Master, you are finally back.” This is Cheng Biwu’s direct disciple.

“Mr. Cheng is good.” This is an apprentice who pays money in Dojo.

“Everyone continues.”

Cheng Biwu As the owner of the museum, the majesty is not low. In one sentence, the yard resumed the sound of the previous fists.

Yao Wu parked, and Wei Xiaobei was behind Cheng Biwu, a little curious, looking around at the yard.

Don’t look at the outside alleys, but the yard inside is not small.

Into the door, on the left is a piece of carbon slag, fine sand open space, a group of half-brat wearing a training shirt to fight under the leadership of a young man, the right side is covered with bluestone bricks, set up a lot of human-shaped wooden stakes, Some 18-year-old youngsters continue to move towards these humanoid piles, or hit the upper and lower parts of the stake with their fists.

Let Wei Xiaobei eyes shined, in the corner of the right wall, there is a row of big trees, a whole body dark, about twenty-five years old young people are moving towards a big tree, relying on that tree The branches and leaves of the big tree are constantly shaking.

Iron Mountain Lean !

Wei Xiaobei Although there is no real martial arts, there are too many descriptions about the Eight Extremities Fist online.

One of the most famous is Iron Mountain Lean, which is one of the close-up techniques of the Eight Extremities Fist. It is said that it is extremely unstoppable to be able to fly the enemy out in an instant, as if it were hit by an elephant.

It’s the same when you hit someone like a sticker.

At this time, Wei Xiaobei has figured it out. If you learn Eight Extremities Fist and add the role of Attribute Panel, it should not be too difficult to protect yourself in Dust World.

When Wei Xiaobei came back, Cheng Biwu was standing at the door of the hall and smiling at him.

Wei Xiaobei couldn’t help but have a red face and followed the past.

Inside the hall is a theater hall, which is covered with large pieces of plastic, hanging some sandbags. There is a weapon rack on the wall, with some cold weapons inserted in it. Wei Xiaobei can recognize the huge spear and the wooden stick.

“Dad! You are fine.”

Just when Wei Xiaobei’s eyes turned, I heard a crisp sound like a yellow scorpion. I turned around and saw a pure face, a good figure, a ponytail, and a little girl. I was clutching Cheng Biwu’s arm and asked, there seemed to be some fog in the eyelids.

“Dad is okay, this little brother is hurt, take the medicinal wine.”

Cheng Biwu said with a laugh, licking the girl’s head, showing a bit of love.