Chapter 163 Giving a Short Knife as a Gift
"I can tell from the looks of it that you're from out of town. I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else."
The young man glanced around secretly. This place was not the bathhouse, but just the changing room next to the bathhouse. After confirming that there was no one there, he spoke in a low voice.
"These two people have that kind of black transformation at home."
The young man said, pointing at the black fabric on his pants, and then pointed upwards before continuing:
“Don’t think that it was just one person bullying another. In fact, both of them are not good people. Their families are in the construction, demolition, property, bar and other industries.
I heard that the white-haired man had beaten someone to death and set fire to someone's house just to force them to move out.
As for that guy with blond hair, he runs bars and other entertainment venues, I don't know how many women he has harmed. Bah, he is not a good guy anyway.
Forget it, I won’t say any more. You go take a bath first and put your things in the cupboard. I’m on the first floor. Call me if you need anything. It seems they have finished their quarrel and I have to call someone to clean up.
By the way, just don’t provoke them when you see them, it’s best to stay away from them.”
The young man seemed to realize that he had said too much. He spat and then, fearing that Du Ruo would be scared and ask for a refund, he left quickly.
“This kind of shit can happen.”
Du Ruo muttered something to himself but didn't take it too seriously. He also didn't ask why no one cared. This kind of thing definitely didn't happen overnight. Since the other party still existed, there must be a reason.
But these had nothing to do with Du Ruo. After locking all the things in the cabinet, Du Ruo entered the bathhouse wearing a bathrobe and decided to take a good bath first. However, Du Ruo was not used to being naked, so he wore a pair of shorts.
When he entered the bathhouse, there were still quite a few people taking a bath. Du Ruo didn't care about the temperature of the pool. He found the nearest pool where no one was, walked in, and started to bathe comfortably.
It’s no wonder that Du Ruo has been in the mountains for such a long time, and at most he just washed up by the river. Now that he can soak in the hot water, it feels so comfortable.
Before she knew it, Du Ruo felt so comfortable that she was a little dazed. She couldn't help but lean against the edge of the pool, squinting her eyes and began to rest.
Du Ruo didn't care about the sound of footsteps behind him. It was normal for people to come to the public bathhouse.
"Hey, you, go to another pool."
Du Ruo was enjoying it when a voice came from behind his head. The tone was very unfriendly and domineering.
"Ok?"
Du Ruo recognized the voice as that of the yellow-haired man, opened his eyes and turned his head to look.
The first thing he saw was two hairy legs, then he looked up. Du Ruo couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth. He subconsciously moved his eyes away and then moved his body to the side.
The main thing was that the yellow-haired guy stood behind Du Ruo in a sloppy (not describing the standing posture) manner, and looked down at him, which made Du Ruo very uncomfortable.
"Go to another pool. I don't like to soak with men."
Huangmao's face was not very good. He was very dissatisfied when he saw Du Ruo just moved away.
"Haha, did you just suffer a loss? Are you trying to make yourself felt by me?"
At this time, Du Ruo glanced around and found that there were people in the other pools around. He was too lazy to move, so he leaned lazily against the edge of the pool and talked casually. He didn't like soaking with others even more.
"You...you don't want to live anymore? Don't you know who I am?"
The yellow-haired man's face looked even worse, and he spoke almost with gritted teeth.
"What? You want to hit me, with your tiny body, hehe."
At this time, Du Ruo knew that he would not be able to take a good bath, so he simply stood up from the pool, then walked out of the pool, tensing his relaxed body as he spoke.
In an instant, Du Ruo's originally loose body suddenly changed its appearance, like a human-shaped beast. From toes to neck, muscles all over the body were densely covered like fibers, and the sense of power was simply overwhelming.
"You, you, don't think that just being able to fight is enough. Fighting is useless these days. Money and power are important these days. If you dare to fight, you may not be able to leave here."
Huangmao couldn't help but take a step back, warning Du Ruo.
"Oh? You're rich? I'm short of money, how about we make a deal?"
Du Ruo seemed to be interested at this time. He retracted his muscles and returned to his loose and inconspicuous appearance. Originally, he just thought that the two people were hateful, but he didn't have any other thoughts. But now that the yellow-haired man came to him to cause trouble, Du Ruo would not be polite.
"What deal?"
The yellow-haired man's tone was still not very good. He just asked subconsciously. Looking at Du Ruo's untidy beard and messy hair, he was already secretly thinking about whether he should yell at Du Ruo and teach him a lesson.
"How about I teach you a move for 10,000 yuan in cash? I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yang Guangzhou, from Foshan, and I am the seventh generation successor of Wing Chun."
Du Ruo spoke nonsense with a southern accent, and he also deliberately added a Cantonese accent to his speech.
At the same time, he did a very standard Eryangqiang horse stance and threw out a Wing Chun Sun punch, stopping in front of the yellow-haired man and blowing up his hair. This showed how fast and powerful Du Ruo's punch was.
"Shh~ I've already told you, what's the point of being able to fight? How long will it take you to practice your punches? Can you beat a sword or a gun?"
The yellow-haired man had a look of disdain on his face. Du Ruo's punches and kicks did shock him a little, but that was all. It was not like he had never watched TV before and knew that practicing martial arts required hardship. With his status, if he still went through the hardship of practicing martial arts, how would his family spend all the money they earned?
"There are quick ways to learn it. I can make you become very powerful in just one day, and even kill someone with one punch. Do you want to learn? If I hadn't happened to be traveling here and was short of money, I wouldn't even bother to teach you."
Du Ruo continued to persuade him slowly and gently, while putting on the bathrobe beside him, and began to walk towards the locker room. Regardless of whether Huangmao could follow him or not, he had no intention of staying here for long.
"One day? You're not lying?"
The yellow-haired man was obviously moved, and followed Du Ruo's footsteps and walked towards the locker room. In fact, no matter what conditions or status a man is in, he has an expectation and pursuit for martial arts. Even the former richest man, Lao Ma, still wants to practice Tai Chi.
"What's so deceptive about this? If you think it's not possible, just don't pay. Besides, isn't this trick worth 10,000 yuan?"
Du Ruo took out his schoolbag from the locker. When he changed his clothes, he thought about it and put on the ragged clothes again. At the end, Du Ruo thrust his right hand into the iron door of the locker and used a Wing Chun standard hand. "Bang!"
The iron door of the locker, which was neither thin nor thick, was pierced through by Du Ruo's sharp sword, leaving a big hole. After this move, Du Ruo pulled his hand out casually and put on his backpack.
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to teach you."
Seeing the yellow-haired man standing there in a daze, Du Ruo knew that he must be moved, so he raised his leg and walked out.
"Learn, learn, learn. Ten thousand is no problem. I'll give you fifty thousand. Wait for me while I get dressed."
Huangmao reacted at this time, looked at the hole in the iron door, swallowed his saliva, and then saw Du Ruo's ragged appearance. He suddenly felt that he had met a master. He hurriedly called Du Ruo, then began to open the locker beside him with his bracelet and put on his clothes very quickly.
"Come on, Brother Yang, let's go to another place."
Huangmao put on his clothes, took Du Ruo out of the hall, and came to a Prado.
Du Ruo didn't ask anything and followed Huang Mao into his car. After getting in, he closed his eyes and let the other party take him wherever he wanted.
"Brother Yang, we're here. This is one of my properties. There's a gym here, perfect for practicing boxing."
Huangmao parked the car and then talked to Du Ruo who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Where's the money? Give me half of the fifty thousand you mentioned. I'll teach you when I see the money."
Du Ruo looked at the villa in front of him, sitting in the passenger seat with no intention of getting out of the car. He spoke lazily, as if he would not get out of the car until he saw the money.
"Don't worry, your money will be yours. This is 10,000 yuan. Take it first. If it works, the money will be yours. But if you lie to me..."
The yellow-haired man opened a compartment on the car, took out a stack of money, handed it to Du Ruo, then got out of the car first and walked towards the villa.
When he saw Qian Duruo, he shook off three bundles of banknotes, put them into his backpack, and then got off the car.
This villa is really luxurious and very large. However, as soon as he entered the door, Du Ruo saw a woman's underwear scattered on the ground. He thought that this might be Huangmao's love room.
"This is the gym. You said you could teach me in one day, so let's get started."
Huangmao brought Du Ruo to the gym, then stood aside with his arm around her and looked at Du Ruo.
"Tsk tsk, the life of rich people is really enviable."
Du Ruo sighed as he took a look. There was quite a complete range of things here, even a dummy for practicing boxing was placed in the corner. Du Ruo walked over and dragged the leather dummy out with one hand, then faced the dummy and began to explain Charlie to the yellow-haired man:
"First of all, I have to tell you that if you want quick results and want to see effects in a short period of time, then you can only hit people in vulnerable areas. Hitting these areas can cause death. You have to know this."
"Nonsense, if I just want to beat someone up, do I need to learn from you?"
The yellow-haired man curled his lips in disdain and sneered at what Du Ruo said.
"Okay, then you see, there is a fatal spot on both sides of the human neck. You've seen it in movies, right? Hitting it here can make a person faint. This is called the jugular sinus. The blood vessels here are fragile, and it is also the location of the aorta. If you hit it hard, it can make people dizzy. In serious cases, it can kill people directly."
Du Ruo poked his finger at the sinus vein on the dummy's neck, and immediately the leather of the dummy's neck was pierced by Du Ruo, leaving two obvious holes.
"Well, then what? How do you use your fists?"
Seeing that what Du Ruo said was reasonable and well-founded, Huangmao quickly put down his arms, listened very carefully, and even asked questions.
"The Wing Chun standard hand is to stab someone with your fingers. In fact, this posture is not conducive to exerting force, but in order to cause damage, we have practiced for a long time. If ordinary people stab someone like this, they will only break their fingers because fingers are not as hard as bones."
As Du Ruo spoke, he demonstrated a Wing Chun standard hand movement. The yellow-haired man had seen the power of it before, and when he saw Du Ruo using it again, he nodded repeatedly.
"So what ordinary people need to do is to make a fist, and then put the thumb on the index finger to make the index finger joint bulge. This is called the Phoenix Eye Fist."
As Du Ruo spoke, he made a gesture with his fist, a standard Wing Chun Phoenix Eye Fist.
It’s just that Wing Chun Phoenix Eye Fist is usually used to hit the back of the hand, arm, or joints, but now Du Ruo is using it to teach Huang Mao how to hit the cervical sinus.
"That's not good to use force."
The yellow-haired man imitated Du Ruo, forming the Phoenix Eye Fist with his hand and punching at the neck of the dummy that Du Ruo had just poked.
Huangmao just felt that punching was extremely awkward. He couldn't punch comfortably and his punches had no strength.
"I told you, this kind of palm-jabbing and punching is actually not in line with the normal force habits of the human body. If you don't practice it for a long time, your punches will not be powerful."
Du Ruo smiled and shook his head. Practicing martial arts is an uncomfortable thing. If one wants to be successful in martial arts, he needs to practice uncomfortable postures repeatedly until he can throw them out with ease and power.
"Then what to do."
Huangmao asked back.
"This is easy. Just practice it according to what comes naturally to you. Then I'll rearrange it."
As Du Ruo spoke, he forcefully bent the dummy's head forward, stretching out its neck, and then pulled its head to the side, making it look like Bai Mao, stretching his neck neurotically today.
"Come on, try punching from the bottom up. Remember to use force. Then you can imagine this dummy as the person you hate the most."
Du Ruo, who was standing by at the side, didn't wait for Huangmao to react and urged him to try the feel of it.
Du Ruo's true colors are now revealed.
(End of this chapter)
