Firepower is king

There should be nothing wrong with this if you have strong martial arts skills, you will be admired by others, but if you are strong in martial arts, you will become a master. Sorry, this really only exists in martial arts novels.

The reality is that chivalrous people use martial arts to break the ban. The reality is that martial arts are used to strengthen one's body rather than to make one's fortune. There is a saying that learning martial arts will bring wealth to the emperor's family, but the reality is that officials want culture but not martial arts.

Times have changed.

Therefore, it is useless no matter how strong Fang Zhenwu's kung fu is, he can be killed with just one shot using the highlights of his training routines.

Gao Guang thought that Fang Zhenwu, who was highly skilled in martial arts, must have the pride of a warrior, but now, although Fang Zhenwu hadn't finished speaking, Gao Guang could read a feeling called loneliness from Fang Zhenwu's expression.

Fang Zhenwu hoped that Gao Guang would recruit him, but when he saw Gao Guang's appearance, he knew it was useless for Gao Guang to want him, so he thought he had made a mistake.

Depend on! What a mistake!

Fang Zhenwu is not a cold and proud peerless master at all, he is a very down-and-out peerless master!

"Brother Fang, actually, I want to invite you to have sex with me."

Gao Gaoguang had been thinking about how to persuade Fang Zhenwu for several days, and now he felt that there was no need to talk nonsense.

Fang Zhenwu was shocked again. He looked at Gao Guang, but he didn't know how to answer.

Gao Guang said with a sincere face: "I hope you can join the King's Defense, not just because there is something for you to finish. So, I sincerely hope you can join the team."

"Well, this..."

Fang Zhenwu looked a little embarrassed, and then he said helplessly: "I'm not pretending, the point is that I can do something for you, but if I mess with you, I won't be loyal to my current boss. He saved It’s really not interesting for me to leave now after giving me a way to survive after all these years.”

"Huh? Your boss?"

"That's Mustafa Qasim of the Qasim family."

"Stop, you are right to think that leaving your boss when he is in trouble is unfair. However, your boss's biggest problem is me. If I say he is troubled, he will be troubled. Now if I say he is fine, then he will naturally be fine."

Gao Guang spread his hands and said, "So what do you have to worry about?"

If someone else had said this, Fang Zhenwu would probably have been able to punch him to death, but when Gao Guang said this, Fang Zhenwu thought it made sense, because he had personally watched Gao Guang lead his men into the Qasim family's mansion. Seeing is believing, so there is nothing to doubt.

Gao Guang must have been deliberately planning to take Fang Zhenwu under his command, but now, he has become more interested in Fang Zhenwu's experience.

"Brother Fang, can you tell me what you have been doing with Mustafa all these years? How much money did he pay you?"

Fang Zhenwu said in a low voice: "Well, there is nothing to do. I will be his bodyguard. When he needs to take action, I will come. If he needs to do it with real swords and guns, I will have nothing to do. And he will be there for a month." Offer me five thousand dollars, which is not a low salary. I am a person who values ​​gratitude, so..."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Gao Guang felt there was something wrong, so he said seriously: "I heard that the bottle cap who just talked to you said that you can win 100,000 U.S. dollars in a black boxing match. Why did you just hang out with the boss for a month? Get five thousand?”

"You can make some money by doing black boxing, but you don't have the opportunity to do black boxing every day. Besides, there aren't many people in the Green Zone now, so we can't organize a large-scale boxing match there."

Fang Zhenwu said helplessly: "Whatever I say, I won't hide it. To be honest, I can box, but I can't shoot. As you can see, my shooting skills are really bad, so a Five thousand dollars a month is a lot.”

"Why are you so inaccurate with your marksmanship?"

"I also want to know why. I've worked hard to practice my marksmanship, but I just can't hit it right. What can I do?"

Fang Zhenwu looked extremely annoyed. He coughed a few more times and said bitterly: "I practice when others practice, but even if they can't become a sharpshooter, they can still practice to the same level. But I don't care how I practice, just like It’s like I’ve never touched a gun, so I’m confused, you said they are all human beings, why are they so different?”

You can hit Gao Guang accurately without practicing, but Fang Zhenwu can't hit accurately even after practicing to death. This is a matter of talent. One has extremely high talent, and the other has negative talent.

Fang Zhenwu sighed, and then he continued: "No matter how good your kung fu is, what's the use? Who is practicing martial arts these days? If you practice for a lifetime, you will still get shot and die."

"Why don't you go to a competition, a fighting competition, or a boxing competition? Even if you stay in China and play fighting competitions, you would already be famous, just with your skills..."

Gao Guang remembered the scene where Fang Zhenwu fell from the crystal lamp, so he said with extreme confusion: "You should have made a lot of money long ago."

Fang Zhenwu said with a bitter look on his face: "I can't fight in a competition, no matter how you fight. There are rules in the Unrestricted Fighting Competition. I practice traditional kung fu. How can I go up and fight? Do you really think you can just go up and beat people?" Does it count as a win if you lie down? If you pull me down, I won’t have a chance to get on stage."

"How to say?"

"I've definitely had the idea of ​​playing in a competition, but I didn't have the chance. Let's put it this way, the now-famous talkative guy, and that little eagle, now if you arrange for me to have a match with them, I will definitely do it within three moves. If I can kill them, if I can’t, I lose, okay?”

Gao Guang was stunned for a while and said, "I can't do this."

Fang Zhenwu said with a bitter look on his face: "Yes, if I want to be qualified to fight with them, I must first fight from the lowest level up one game at a time. But my style is not compatible with all competitions. My style is Life and death can be determined within three moves, and there is no concept of winning or losing at all, so how do I compete? I go up and kill one, and I go up and kill another. If you tell me if there is such a competition, I will definitely participate."

"But didn't martial arts masters in the past also compete in martial arts competitions? People didn't die every time."

"You also said it was a competition, but there is no martial arts competition in the world now. Our hometown organized a Bajiquan competition in the 1980s. One person was killed in the second game, and then the competition was cancelled. Until now It’s never been organized again, so what else can I play?”

Fang Zhenwu sighed and said: "Kung Fu, it is not only something you practice, it must be beaten. Nowadays, people who practice real Kung Fu have no chance to practice with others. Those liars are quite prosperous, because liars can't fight no matter how hard they fight." Nothing will happen."

"You are right, but you are so good at kung fu, there is always a way out, right?"

Fang Zhenwu whispered: "When I was young, I wanted to revitalize martial arts and give martial arts a good name. So I had already thought about making a name for myself. I went to find people to learn from and practice with. Later I I went to the kickboxing gym, and the first time I kicked him in a Taekwondo gym there, he broke his leg after one kick, but he didn’t file a lawsuit, and he lost 80,000 yuan."

Gao Guang listened silently, speechless.

Fang Zhenwu continued: "My parents paid for me to compensate others, and then I didn't dare to go to a taekwondo gym. I went to a kickboxing gym that practiced Sanda. I punched one coach and broke six ribs, and punched another one." I suffered a serious concussion, and then someone called the police. I was arrested, paid 40,000 yuan in compensation, and then got a three-year suspended sentence.”

Looking at Gao Guang helplessly, Fang Zhenwu whispered: "Then I understood that movies are all lies. It's better to go to the hospital if you lose, but it's the worst if you win and end up in the bureau. You just Say, how do I play the game?”

"Is it okay to play according to other people's rules?"

"I fight according to other people's rules, so why don't I do Bajiquan? I can practice Sanda instead."

Gao Guang didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, Fang Zhenwu seemed to have no way to go.

Fang Zhenwu said helplessly: "I am from the countryside. My father works on the construction team. He has saved money for many years and built a new house. But the money for me to marry a wife cost me two fights." Even though I'm still on the record, what else can I do and what other games can I play?"

Fang Zhenwu, who started talking, continued: "I'm also frustrated. I just want to find a class to earn money. That's it for the rest of my life. And then there are a lot of people working in Africa. There are so many people." After I got rich, I just gritted my teeth and went to Africa."

"Directly becoming a mercenary?"

"No, I went to Ghana first and worked in a gold mine run by a boss in our village. I was paid 6,000 a month. Then I started robbing the mine. The locals went there with guns. I didn't want to cause trouble at first, but then The next time, some black men opened fire and shot our boss in the leg, so I became anxious and took action."

"Hit someone to death?"

Nodding silently, Fang Zhenwu sighed and said, "Kill three of them on the spot."

"and after?"

"Next to our gold mine is a large regular gold mine. The boss is a Belgian. His security guards are not locals. They are mainly South Africans and Americans. The boss saw me taking action and poached me directly. It happened that my boss was afraid I don’t dare to keep me if I cause trouble. Now I think, I’ll just work for the foreigners, and then I’ll become a mercenary.”

Fang Zhenwu said with a sigh on his face: "I had never touched a gun at that time, so I just thought that fighting would be a good way to make more money, so it suited me. But at that time, I didn't know why I couldn't practice this marksmanship. I stayed in Ghana for half a year. , I went from Ghana to Iraq and stayed there for more than a year. I didn’t even know how to speak English, but I didn’t even get to practice marksmanship. Then I took a job in Baghdad, and we were hit by a bomb when we went there. Seven of the eight people died. Well, I almost died, and then the team dispersed, but fortunately, Mustafa saved my life and gave me a good salary, so I am still here today."

After finishing speaking, Fang Zhenwu said very bluntly: "You must be interested in my kung fu. I haven't said anything yet. I haven't met an opponent until now. If you want me to fight or something, no matter how good my kung fu is. It’s useless on the battlefield. Really, my skills are useless on the battlefield. What’s the matter, do you still want me to do it with you?”