Violators Club

Chapter 11 Brother Chen, you are not physically strong!
Chapter 11 Brother Chen, you are not physically strong!

In mid-January, affected by the cold air, there was a mist in the morning of Xiangjiang.

Sixty percent new basketball shoes, off-white Li Ning sportswear.

After a week of exercise, compared with the vain qi and blood just released from prison, I can clearly feel the changes in Chen Changqing's body.

With a headband on his forehead, his pale face also turned rosy. I don't know if it was an illusion. Chen Changqing, who was originally only 1.7 meters four, now looks 1.7 meters five?
And under the clothes, after a week of exercising, the muscles that had disappeared for more than a year reappeared.

It's not the muscle mass trained in the gym. Chen Changqing's muscles are distinct and hard like marble. It doesn't feel shocking, but it looks very strong.

It is no exaggeration to say that his punch with all his strength is enough to send ordinary people to the hospital.

With the fighting that has been upgraded to the intermediate level, it is no problem to beat ordinary street punks to ten.

However, being able to make such a huge change in one week is not something that can be achieved by simple exercise.

Ordinary people want to do this, at least more than ten years of persistent training.

The reason why Chen Changqing can achieve such amazing results is mainly because of the violation points.

The basic attribute of nearly [-] points of violation point conversion makes Chen Changqing's physical fitness surpass that of normal humans. Even if he does not exercise, his body will evolve to a level far beyond ordinary people under the stimulation of the warm energy in his body.

Fighting is even more so. Chen Changqing can comprehend in a second the tricks that ordinary people can only comprehend in more than ten years.

But it doesn't mean that exercise is useless. If he didn't exercise every morning, it would take at least two or three months for him to digest the strength brought by the violation point.

Besides, for Chen Changqing, there are other advantages to running in the morning.

The famous neon writer Haruki Murakami has the habit of running, and insists that running can make his thinking sharper and his creation more motivated.

The fact is exactly the same. Many things that I can't understand on weekdays can be figured out after running.

If Chen Changqing only regarded morning running as a form of exercise at the beginning, now he really likes morning running, but today's morning running is a little different from usual...

Alternating hot and cold, part of the water vapor condenses into fog.

Fortunately, Tsim Sha Tsui is relatively lively. Even if there is a white fog, the visibility can still be maintained at tens of meters away.

In front of Chen Changqing, the upper body is a black waistcoat, and the lower body is also a pair of black shorts. Unlike the sportswear on Chen Changqing, the black pants worn by the person in front of him look a bit like beach pants.

The height is very average, estimated to be only 1.6 meters.

He has a fatter body, somewhat similar to the big brother Sammo Hung, but compared to the fierceness of the big brother, this one in front of him has a kind face, coupled with a string of Buddhist beads for self-cultivation on his hands, it makes people feel like a happy Maitreya Buddha.

But the old saying goes well-you can't just look at people by their appearance.

Ni Yongxiao always has an elegant and easy-going appearance, but he is actually a poisonous snake in essence, and Han Chen who looks like a Maitreya Buddha in front of him, who would have thought that he would become an unscrupulous hero in the future?

Looking at Chen Changqing who was running towards him, a smile appeared on Han Chen's face, and he greeted enthusiastically:

"Aren, are you running?"

He stopped in three or two steps, took out the towel around his neck and wiped his sweat: "Brother Chen? Long time no see, wake up so early, why don't we go for a run together to have breakfast."

Han Chen glanced at Chen Changqing and said happily:

"Okay, just in time to play sports with young people."

At this stage, Han Chen is still relatively simple. Of course, this kind of simplicity needs quotation marks. To be able to become one of the five big bosses who are second only to Ni Yongxiao, the leader, under Han Chen's seemingly carefree appearance, there must be something hidden. A delicate heart.

Ni Yongxiao asked him to give Chen Changqing 100 million. A normal person's idea is to leave after giving it away. At this stage, Chen Changqing is just an unprofessional gangster, and there is absolutely no need for a boss of his level to pay attention.

But Han Chen was different. He was keenly aware of the unusual relationship between Chen Changqing and Ni Yongxiao.

Of course, it is also possible that you guessed wrong.

But the problem is that I have nothing to do recently. Instead of playing mahjong with my wife at home or eating, drinking and having fun with those friends, I might as well get to know this young child, maybe I will help myself somewhere in the future.

This is also where Han Chen is shrewd, and it is precisely because of his character of taking precautions that he can become the new boss of Xiangjiang after Ni Yongxiao died.

But it is a pity that although the future Han Chen became a boss, he did not learn the lesson of Ni Yongxiao.

Half an hour later, the two stopped at a morning tea shop in Tsim Sha Tsui that Chen Changqing didn't usually go to.

Passing the towel hanging around his neck to Han Chen, Chen Changqing joked half-jokingly:

"Brother Chen, your physical strength is not good enough."

Han Chen rolled his eyes, he understood what Chen Changqing said, but he pretended not to understand.

His legs were weak and his head was sweating profusely. While panting heavily, he wiped the hot sweat from his face: "I'm old, and I can't compare to a young man like you."

"That's why you should exercise more."

Chen Changqing patted Han Chen on the shoulder, turned around and shouted to the owner of the breakfast shop: "Boss, two bowls of wonton noodles, eight more vegetable buns, a glass of milk, and four eggs."

"Brother Chen knows that you believe in Buddhism. This store uses peanut oil, so you can eat it with confidence."

Han Chen froze for a moment. Before, he thought that Chen Changqing chose this store because of his physical strength, but now he realized that it was because he believed in Buddhism, so he specially found a store that didn't use lard. happy.

No matter who it is, it feels good to be taken care of by others, but Han Chen still waved his hand:

"Actually, I don't care that much."

Chen Changqing smiled, and said casually: "It's okay, peanut oil is healthy."

Han Chen froze for a moment, then smiled.

An hour later, Han Chen came out of the taxi with a breakfast in the downstairs of an old building in Mong Kok.

He ran upstairs in two or three steps, and there was a knock on the door with a "Dang Dang Dang".

As the door opened, Mary, who was wearing a pink silk pajamas and exuded a mature and lazy atmosphere, looked at the white sweat stains on Han Chen's neck, and a look of helplessness flashed in her eyes:
"I'm back, why are you sweating so much?"

The warm towel, accompanied by Mary's mature-feminine smell, made Han Chen's heart itch.

But today he was too tired from running, he didn't even bother to move a finger, he raised the packed breakfast in his hand:
"Running and exercising, I'll bring you an early one."

Mary rolled her eyes, the mature-woman's charm is fully reflected at this moment, even rolling her eyes gives people a feeling of fascination:

"You are so kind?"

Of course Han Chen was not that kind. He didn't get up early for running, but to meet new friends.

But for a man, a deceitful ghost, one of the signs of a mature man is knowing how to make a woman happy:
"You get up so late and don't eat breakfast every day. I feel sorry for you."

Although she knew that the bastard Han Chen was lying to herself, Mary couldn't help but secretly rejoiced: "You have a conscience."

Two vegetarian packages, pickles for one person, and a glass of milk that I don't really like.

It was simple, but Mary had a great time eating.

Women are actually very simple, as long as a man treats her well, she can do anything.

Looking at her husband who was twisting the beads on the sofa, Mary asked casually:
"What do you think?"

Han Chen shook his head, thinking about the short and interesting meeting with Chen Changqing today, he couldn't help but laughed: "It's nothing, I met a man this morning, his name is Ren, a very interesting young man."

how to say?

This person is very interesting, he feels somewhat similar to Mr. Ni, but the difference is that this person seems to be more difficult to understand than Mr. Ni?
I have to say that young people nowadays are really scary!
(End of this chapter)