LRAB Chapter 1 Sir, is being a trapeze artist fun?
Chapter 1 Sir, is being a trapeze artist fun?
"If you can't handle Kwan Tsai-sum of Wo Luen Shing, you can forget about ever returning to the police force, you bastard!"
In 81, on Shanghai Street in Hong Kong Island, Wong King-yeung pointed at a handsome young man in front of him and cursed him loudly.
Wei Chen rubbed his face, feeling a little dazed. He looked down and loosened his belt to take a look, and saw that it was much bigger. His complicated feelings then calmed down a bit.
But that doesn't make sense either.
I just finished defeating two Golden Lion Kings, and when I opened my eyes, how the hell did I end up here?
The money hasn't been paid yet!
Wei Chen felt like he'd been fucked.
"You little bastard, I'm asking you a question, did you even hear me?" Huang Jingyang cursed, "If you can't handle Wo Luen Shing, you'll never be able to recover this undercover file for the rest of your life."
Huang Jingyang, an assistant in the anti-triad unit, was the one who tricked Huang out of the police academy to become an undercover agent half a year ago.
Last month, Guan Zaisan got into a fight with B, a big boss of Hung Hing, and was almost killed. Wei Chen single-handedly injured several people to save him and also robbed two bars. As a result, Wei Chen is also known as "Boxing King Chen".
The reason I met with this idiot boss was to discuss how to deal with Boss B, because the other party threatened to chop off Wei Chen's hands and feet.
Who would have thought that this stupid boss didn't care about Wei Chen's life or death at all, and only wanted to deal with Guan Zisen, drag out his old uncle Long Gen from him, torture him into confessing, and uproot the entire Wo Luen Shing in one fell swoop.
What Huang Jingyang didn't know was that Wei Chen's relative was a police superintendent in the Major Crimes Unit, Huang Bingyao, the one with the invincible scissor kick.
If he knew Wei Chen had powerful connections, he probably wouldn't have acted this way.
The Minions are always two-faced.
"Inspector Wong, do you think being an undercover agent is easy? You talk so big, why don't you try it yourself?" Wei Chen said casually, lighting a cigarette.
Huang Jingyang slapped his cigarette away: "You still have the mood to smoke? Let me tell you, I don't care about any of that. If you can't handle this, then you can just wait to be a gangster for the rest of your life."
"Without me? You'll always be a gutter rat!"
"Wong sir, you're so aggressive, how about finding a buck-toothed beauty to vent your anger?" Wei Chen's eyes flashed with malice, and his aura of violence suddenly flared up.
Huang Jingyang's heart sank, feeling as if he were suddenly being stared at by a fierce tiger.
After half a year of honing his skills, Wei Chen had fought and killed countless powerful figures in the underworld, and was no longer the greenhorn he was when he first graduated from police academy. Not to mention, he had now changed his soul.
Can he stand this kind of treatment?
It's windy on the rooftop, watch out for your feet!
"Ah Chen, what I said earlier was to encourage you. Young people need to know how to endure hardship so they can make progress." Huang Jingyang didn't know why Wei Chen's murderous aura had suddenly become so strong, and his tone softened considerably.
"If you know how to endure hardship, you'll have endless hardships to endure throughout your life."
Wei Chen scoffed, "Young people are exploited and taken advantage of by losers like you precisely because they have so much passion! Officer Huang, we all only have one life. Aren't you afraid of being traded one-for-one for all this nonsense?"
Huang Jingyang's pupils suddenly contracted.
A sudden chill ran through me, and my scalp went numb.
"What do you want to do?" Huang Jingyang asked warily, taking a few steps back towards the parapet.
"I don't mean anything. What I mean is, if you really want me to deal with Guan Zisen and Long Gen, you'll have to give me some cash and find some manpower, right?" Wei Chen lit another cigarette, his tone relaxed.
It's not time to turn against each other yet.
"You want money, right? Easy." Huang Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a stack of cash from his pocket: "This is 100,000 yuan in cash, and you get a share."
"You casually bring out 100,000 in cash, Inspector Wong, are you a corrupt cop?" Wei Chen said with a forced smile, then took the cash.
However, just from the initial contact, a huge spinning wheel suddenly appeared in my mind:
[The lucky draw wheel has started! Would you like to participate?]
"Yes," Wei Chen silently replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, 100,000 yuan in cash vanished from his hand. Then, ten golden question mark blind boxes appeared in his mind, quickly merging and spinning before opening.
Surströmming, stinky tofu, boning knife, Black Star (a type of slang), Black Star magazine, Black Star magazine, Master-level Gu Zhuang Kung Fu, beginner Thai language, beanbag chair, blast helmet...
"Master-level Ancient Zhuang Kung Fu? Thai language? Black Star?"
"Can 100,000 yuan buy so many good things?" Wei Chen was overjoyed. He clicked "Merge," and countless pieces of knowledge were instantly merged into Wei Chen's mind.
At the same time, Wei Chen felt that his body had improved greatly, and even his joints and bones felt much heavier.
It felt like a reshaping of skeletal density; it was a little painful and a little itchy, but I felt lighter overall.
"Strange and contradictory," Wei Chen muttered.
He also got a general idea of the specifics.
Beginner, intermediate, advanced, master, grandmaster... these are the skill level classifications.
In martial arts like Muay Thai, you can level up not only through lotteries but also through regular training.
Every skill you draw requires rigorous training day after day, not the kind that you can only practice sporadically.
If it's the latter, even if someone trains for another twenty years longer than me, they might not be able to beat me.
"Why do the moves of this ancient Zhuang boxing and Muay Thai seem so similar? They both rely on explosive power." Wei Chen clenched his fist, adjusting to his new body.
He had learned Muay Thai in his previous life, so he was very familiar with the style of hard martial arts.
The biggest difference between Zhuangquan and Muay Thai is that the former also uses stick techniques; otherwise, they are quite similar.
I don't know which one is the son and which one is the father.
The attribute panel is also available:
Physical condition: 15.8
Spirit: 12.4
Thai (Beginner Level) (0/100)
Ancient Zhuang Fist Master Level (0/2000)
Intermediate Muay Thai (380/500)
"I've been practicing Muay Thai for years, and I'm only at the intermediate level? Is it really that hard to advance in this?"
Master-level skills are roughly equivalent to what a normal person would achieve after twenty years of training; if one has talent, that can be halved.
However, to be able to win something like this in a lottery is quite an amazing cheat code.
Wei Chen understood the purpose of the lucky draw: anyone with cash could participate, and the prizes were randomly drawn based on the prize tier.
One draw costs 100,000, and after five draws, you can upgrade to the second tier.
In the second tier, the rewards and drop rates are greatly increased, and there are also various guaranteed rewards.
……
When Huang Jingyang saw the cash in Wei Chen's hand vanish into thin air, his eyes widened in disbelief: "You, this? You conjured up cash?"
"Inspector Wong, don't worry about the details. I just want to ask you, when are you planning to settle things with Kwan Tsz-sum?" Wei Chen changed the subject.
I glanced down at the parapet wall; it was the eighteenth floor.
If Inspector Wong were to fall from here, he should still be perfectly intact, right?
Just below, on the street, a Toyota Hiace was parked opposite the gold shop, with five people inside, each holding four AKs, all ready to go...
"When will it be done? The sooner the better, of course." Huang Jingyang, his attention diverted, said directly, "Don't worry, as long as you get it done, I guarantee you'll be promoted two stars when you return to the police force."
"You want me to rise two stars? That would mean I'd be taking your place. Where would you sit then?" Wei Chen said with a forced smile, his eyes flashing with malice.
"You sit in my seat, and I'll sit as the superintendent. After all, Wo Shing is such a big company; as long as we can uproot it completely..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Huang Jingyang was suddenly struck in the waist by a heavy force, and he fell directly off the 18th-floor rooftop.