After watching for a while, Lou Cheng was both annoyed and amused. He wasn't in the mood to waste any more time.
If one were to say that Gym Master Zhu was a complete liar, that wouldn't be the case. He obviously had a decent foundation in martial arts. Back in the day, he was probably only a piece of paper away from the Danqi realm. However, due to his advancing age, he no longer had any hope of making a breakthrough. Although the Dragon Fist he created couldn't be said to be stunning, it was still a combination of techniques from several countries. It was simple and powerful, and was suitable for beginners.
Given his situation, it wouldn't be difficult for him to set up a martial arts dojo in Chinatown near Connecticut University to earn some retirement money. However, if he wanted to make a name for himself, set up a signboard, set up a chain, and earn a huge sum of money, that would be beyond his reach. He could only rely on trickery to make up for his lack of martial arts. He could only rely on exaggerated performances to win over those who shared the same roots or the local "masses" who yearned for the mysterious martial arts of China.
From a practical point of view, Dojo Master Zhu was a great success, gaining both fame and fortune.
On one hand, it was because he was very rational and clear-headed. He never had any conflicts with the local tyrants like the Geruga Sect, nor did he try to snatch their 'resources'. He only took in those who were eliminated. On the other hand, normal challengers couldn't do anything to him. Moreover, there were also strong and sturdy disciples who had received the 'true teachings' to take care of him. On the other hand, whether one could master martial arts or not depended on one's master. Even if a student failed, there would be plenty of reasons to explain it. No one would find fault because of this. Just like the Msasi Martial Arts Gym, there were also a large number of failures.
Gently shaking his head, Lou Cheng seized the opportunity when the performing student's center of gravity changed when the crowd's cheers reached its climax. He drew in his Qi and blood and channeled it into his left leg, causing it to swell and thicken.
Lou Cheng stomped on the ground and flipped forward. Suddenly, the arena shook and trembled!
The tall white man standing in front of Zhu Hong lost his balance and fell, leaning towards Dojo Master Zhu like Mount Tai.
Zhu Hong's expression changed. He pushed his feet inward, twisted his knees, swung his hips, and braced his arms to withstand the fall.
However, the students behind him were like falling dominos, stacking on top of each other. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. His center of gravity wobbled, and his body leaned backwards. He staggered a few steps back and sat on the ground.
Thump! Thump! The six students all fell to the ground in a heap, staring at Zhu Hong with their eyes wide open.
The surrounding cheers came to an abrupt end. Everyone looked at each other with a blank expression on their faces.
What was going on?
This is probably what they call a "performance accident" … Lou Cheng chuckled mischievously. While the crowd was panicking, confused, and focused on the interior of the venue, he picked up his phone, took a picture, and retreated. He squeezed out of the "human wall," straightened his clothes, and slowly walked away.
After a few seconds, everyone came back to their senses. The two Caucasian men in the crowd looked at each other in confusion.
"George, let's go back to class." The brown-haired young man with a few freckles on his face glanced at Zhu Hong who hurriedly stood up and said disappointedly.
The shaking of the field and the fall of the students were very close together. In hindsight, it was easy to confuse the cause and effect and think that the latter was the cause of the former.
The blonde youth with thick arms and a clear devil tattoo sighed and answered, "That's right.
"Good … Sigh, even in Cathay, there aren't many people as powerful as Peng Helou."
Not to mention those who were willing to come to a foreign land!
…
After leaving the Dragon Punch Dojo, Lou Cheng strolled around the nearby streets aimlessly. He shared the incident with Yan Zheke along with the picture.
"Poor Dojo Master Zhu. He must be drawing circles and asking who I offended. He will most likely suspect that it's an old enemy or a competitor from the dojo. He definitely won't think that it's some guy who has nothing better to do," said Yan Zheke.
"It's hard to say if he'll realize that someone is messing with him. Maybe he'll think that it's a performance accident." Lou Cheng put quotation marks around the word "performance."
"Haha, I'm thinking. If that so-and-so knew that someone's true motive was to prevent trouble before it happened, and that it wasn't too far away, what kind of expression would he have?" At that moment, the conversation between Lou Cheng and Joseph appeared in Yan Zheke's mind.
This time, Lou Cheng didn't say that he had nothing better to do. Instead, he answered frankly, "For my wife's safety, I have to get rid of the hidden danger in advance."
What kind of reaction would Joseph have then?
If it were me, I'd definitely ask "Who's your wife?" and get a weird answer of "You don't know her." After a series of weird conversations like "Do I have anything to do with her?" and "I don't think so." He'd feel extreme absurdity and endless anger …
"It should be the expression of someone who died with their eyes wide open. [Sinister smile expression]" replied Lou Cheng.
Yan Zheke forced herself to turn her attention back to the classroom.
Rest in peace, Mr. Joseph. It's my fault for coming to Connecticut to study ~
After this conversation, Lou Cheng thought of his Connecticut Criminal Cleanup Plan again. Hence, he leisurely started to filter out possible targets.
"Nightmare" was stronger than Joseph. He hadn't locked onto a suspect of any value. He couldn't even find out who he was, let alone pay him a visit. Furthermore, his crime area was only in the slums, so he could effectively avoid him.
The others were either people that Aunt Du could handle, or they wouldn't involve Ke at all. There were only two that could pose a threat.
One was Maszewski, of Polish descent. His skills were only passable. He was the boss of a mafia in Connecticut. He was involved in arms smuggling and large-scale drug trafficking. He worshipped "spirit cultivation" and liked to use drugs to control girls, lure the innocent, and hold wild parties. In some situations, strength couldn't prevent everything.
Maszewski had been caught a few times, but he had taken precautions in advance. He had his capable subordinates take the blame and go to jail. He was still at large.
One of them was called Pavel. He was a member of the church and a Grandmaster of Martial Arts. Due to the fact that he had violated young children and young girls, his current whereabouts were unknown. There were rumors that he was hiding in the famous Holy Top Church in Connecticut. However, in the absence of evidence, no one dared to search for him, even "superheroes."
Thinking of this, Lou Cheng turned on his phone and sent an email to an inconspicuous mailbox. He asked Smith to provide more information for his reference.
If there was a good opportunity and there weren't any consequences, he could try. If not, he wouldn't think about it for now. The Butcher incident was at the cusp of a storm. It was better to avoid it for a while.
…
Smith opened the door and got out of the car. He stretched his limbs and walked to the cafe.
Just then, he received a notification. He took out his phone and logged into an email that didn't belong to him. He saw Lou Cheng's "email."
After browsing through it, he covered his face with his hands.
Is there an end to this?!
However, if this happened a few more times, everyone's attention would be diverted from the Butcher case to the follow-up. That would completely bury the possibility of me being related to the Deliveryman …
But I can't do too much, or I'll be exposed sooner or later …
PS: I'm stuck at the end of this chapter. I didn't finish it for a long time. Seeing that there wasn't enough time, I wrote down the parts I thought of. That's why the word count is lower. I can't postpone it to tonight.
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