On a Wednesday morning, the wind in Connecticut was mild and pleasant. Lou Cheng jogged through the streets, occasionally looking up at the web-like surveillance cameras. He knew that Smith and the other agents were monitoring him.
However, he could detect the devices and whether the cameras were aimed at him, but he couldn't determine whether they were aimed at him or not. It was even more impossible for him to detect where Smith and the rest were hiding.
This was the difference between martial arts and modern technology.
Nothing in this world is omnipotent!
Too bad I wanted to knock on their car window and say hello to give them a scare … Lou Cheng couldn't help but think mischievously.
…
On the next street, Smith, who had changed his car, was drinking coffee and munching on a burger. Beside him, his subordinate was focused on the surveillance screen.
After watching for a while, a young man with thin, blond hair smiled casually.
"Boss, the target looked at the famous criminals and cases in Connecticut yesterday afternoon. The 'Butcher' was taken down in the afternoon. If you hadn't been keeping an eye on him, I would have suspected that he was the 'Deliveryman'. He went to challenge Joseph and let Cole take advantage of him."
He had wanted to imitate Smith's use of "cut" and "spar," but he couldn't remember the weird pronunciation.
Smith calmly finished the rest of his coffee and replied with a smile, "From the data of the target in the past month, he might be able to defeat Joseph, but he won't be able to subdue him. He won't even be able to cause significant damage to him."
"I think so too." The young man stroked his thin hair and muttered casually, "I heard that there's a powerful hair tonic in China?"
Smith took the opportunity to change the topic. He didn't look guilty at all.
He had hacked into a company last night and "optimized" the search results. When searching for information about the victim, Sunny, her boyfriend was placed at the very end of the search results. The corresponding photo was also altered and deleted. It had been five years, and most people's memories of this had faded. It was difficult for them to remember such an insignificant figure in the case.
As long as the relationship between Smith and Sunny wasn't discovered, there wouldn't be any problems.
The things I've worked hard to learn over the past five years have finally come in handy … Smith crumpled the food packaging into a ball, rolled down the car window, and threw it from afar, accurately sending it into the trash can. The entire process was escorted by a "thread."
…
The moment Lou Cheng stepped into the Msasi Martial Arts Gym, he could feel a stifling atmosphere. The instructors and students walking in and out of the gym either kept a straight face, remained silent, or whispered in each other's ears.
After a few steps, just as he was about to turn the corner, he suddenly saw Olsen, the two-meter-tall giant that he had met the day before. Olsen was approaching him. His skin was so dark that it was shiny. His scalp was smooth without any hair. His expression was solemn and dignified.
"Hey, little boy, I heard that your fighting skills are pretty good?" Olsen suddenly opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth. His smile was not forced at all.
Before Lou Cheng could answer, another coach passed by. Olsen instantly shut his mouth and put on a solemn and sorrowful expression.
That's the legendary face-changing special skill … Looks like I'm not on good terms with Joseph … Lou Cheng shook his head in amusement as he watched Olsen brush past him. He picked up his phone and shared the news with Ke.
Immediately after, he turned into the exclusive training ground and saw the red-eyed girl, Othaway, and the other students.
There was no doubt that Cole had not come.
After the few of them greeted each other, a Caucasian student rushed over. He asked in shock and doubt, "What happened? Why is there a demonstration outside and blocking the main entrance? "
"Jack, didn't you watch the news?" Othaway blurted out in shock.
"So, did I miss something?" Jack spread his hands blankly. "I was at a party last night and partied till midnight. I came here after waking up."
"Mr. Joseph, no, Johnny Joseph has been proven to be the Butcher. He died because of Cole's revenge." Another male student explained quickly. Lou Cheng almost didn't understand. Luckily, he could guess what the other person was trying to say. That was why he could barely make sense of it.
Jack's mouth was wide open. After a while, he scratched his head and said,
"Are you kidding me? How could Mr. Joseph be the Butcher? Even if he was, Cole, ten Cole's wouldn't be able to kill him! "
"That's because there's a new superhero, the Deliveryman, helping him," Othaway answered with fear and respect.
Who would have thought that the usually dignified and powerful Martial Artist Joseph was actually the devil hiding around us!
Luckily, we didn't have much contact with him. Luckily, the Deliveryman upheld justice and exposed the Butcher's mask.
"Really?" Jack took out his phone and browsed the news. After a few minutes, he exclaimed and burst out with a series of words. Lou Cheng was stunned.
Oh, my God! Is this real? So cool … After expressing his emotions intensely, Jack pointed outside and said, "So, that's a protest against Joseph?"
"No, they're calling for a boycott of the Geruga Sect. It's organized by the Mission. They say that All Things Have Spirit is the path of the devil and will make people degenerate like Joseph." Othaway said worriedly. She was worried that the Msasi Martial Arts Arena would be affected. "We're not the weird guys from the Kegri Sect. Our focus is on fighting!"
Hmm, the Geruga Sect is covered in dirty water. They can't even take care of themselves. I'm relieved … Lou Cheng smiled as he listened.
The conflict between the Mission Sect and the Nature Sect runs deep …
Hehe, will the Geruga Sect suspect that the Deliveryman is the Mission's doing?
If that's the case, the Geruga Sect and the Msasi Martial Arts Arena will have to cut ties with Joseph. At least on the surface, no one will investigate this matter.
The few students chatted worriedly for a while. A female coach with short blonde hair came over and said in a deep voice, "Lin Luodong will cooperate with the investigation.
I hope he's not involved in any of the Butcher's past cases. I'll be in charge of your lessons for the next few days. You can call me Madam Annie. "
She's calling him the Butcher directly? That's a quick cut … Lou Cheng sighed to himself. He began practicing his fighting techniques with Annie. During sparring, he controlled his body with the Ice Mirror and restrained his instinctive moves. He purely used boxing, wrestling, and jiu-jitsu.
This gave him a different kind of experience. He looked back at his instinctive reactions during combat and improved himself from the details.
Although she had some concerns, Annie had already awakened her Own Spirit. Her corresponding spiritual cultivation wasn't weak, so she maintained a calm state throughout. She earnestly completed the Awakening Teaching and other content, allowing Lou Cheng to gain some insights.
When the lesson ended, Lou Cheng took a shower and changed his clothes. He carried the bag and left the Msasi Martial Arts Arena without looking back. He had lunch with Yan Zheke and chatted about the Butcher's case in school.
After Yan Zheke's lesson, he bought a bottle of water and walked leisurely to the Dragon Punch Dojo of China. It was a short distance away and only took him three to five minutes.
…
After leaving the Msasi Martial Arts Arena, Jack invited Ossel and the other students he was close to to to his rented apartment for a meal. He specially ordered pizza, chicken wings, cola, and other food.
When they gathered together, the topic of conversation was always about the Butcher and the Deliveryman. The more they talked, the more excited they got. They made many guesses and finished criticizing each other.
At this moment, the doorbell rang and the sound echoed throughout the living room.
"Who is it?" Ossel asked instinctively.
Jack stood up and walked to the door. He didn't care and smiled.
"The takeout is here …"
Just as he said the word "takeout," it was as though a magical spell had been cast on him. He froze on the spot and the discussions in the room were instantly silenced.
"Don't tell me it's really the Deliveryman?" Jack swallowed his saliva and forced a smile.
As he spoke, he carefully opened the door and made many confirmations. After a long mental journey, he finally got the pizza, chicken wings, and other food.
"Just an ordinary delivery guy," Jack turned around and shrugged.
Everyone was relieved at first, then disappointed.
Similar scenes were happening in many places in Connecticut. Especially the children, they were filled with fantasies.
…
After Lou Cheng arrived at the Dragon Punch Dojo of China, he waited at the front desk and saw the skinny young man, Li Zunping.
"Is Dojo Master Zhu here?" he asked excitedly.
Li Zunping was all smiles. "He's here. He's doing a demonstration. If you were an hour later, he would have left."
"That's good, that's good." Lou Cheng nodded with a smile. He followed Li Zunping into the training grounds and saw layers and layers of people in front of him. There were white, black, yellow, and brown people.
"Watch carefully. If you sign up, there will be many more opportunities like this." Li Zunping extended his hand from behind and tried to pat Lou Cheng on the shoulder. However, Lou Cheng happened to take a step diagonally, causing his hand to miss.
At this moment, Lou Cheng pulled his fascia and shook his muscles. Anyone who came into contact with him felt as though they had touched a loach. They slid half a step away without realizing it, allowing him to easily squeeze to the front.
In the middle of the training grounds, a Chinese man in his fifties was slowly practicing the routine. His punches and kicks were natural and seemed to have some foundation.
Of course, this foundation was only relative. Lou Cheng was stunned. He couldn't believe that this was the legendary Dojo Master Zhu.
Very average!
Zhu Hong's hair had turned a little white, showing the vicissitudes of life. He was quite good-looking and had the temperament of a Grandmaster. After practicing for a while, he settled his feet and got into a stance. Six students came out to push him.
Before Lou Cheng could react, four muscular men had already entered the training grounds. There were white and black people. Then, two excited students joined the team.
They lined up in a row as though they were participating in a tug-of-war competition. The latter pushed the former, and in the end, they pushed Zhu Hong's palms.
Yiyaya!
The six men used all their strength but still couldn't push the skinny dojo master. This attracted the excited cheers of the other students.
Lou Cheng, on the other hand, was at a loss with his mouth half open.
From the changes in his waist, abdomen, and legs, only the two at the end had exerted their strength. Not only did the other four not help, but they even slowed him down and offset his strength.
Are they f * cking liars? The corner of Lou Cheng's mouth twitched.
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