"Boss, that guy is very strong, he made this move, I was put down without even seeing the movement clearly, I didn't seem to have the power to fight back in front of him, and I didn't even feel this way in the face of the instructor."

The leader nodded thoughtfully and asked, "He has definitely practiced, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be so fast, how do you see him compared to our master?" ”

As soon as he talked about the master, he had a very complicated expression on his face, and the master's serious and cold face seemed to appear in front of him.

He was naughty when he was a child, and often beat the neighbor's children to go home crying. Growing up watching martial arts films, he admires the heroes and heroes depicted in the film very much, and he firmly believes that to be a man is to be a great hero who stands up to the sky, righteousness is thin and cloudy, promotes good and punishes evil, is bright and fair, and is not afraid of danger.

When I went to elementary school, within a semester, the head teacher called my father to school countless times for only one reason - fighting.

Although my father would beat himself up every time he came home, the effect was like a lake with stones, except for a few ripples, and finally it was invisible.

He thinks that he has done the right thing, and if he is a hero, he will draw a sword to help him when he sees injustice. In his opinion, the children who were beaten and cried by him were either bullying the weak or behaving in a bad way, and they were all bastards, villains, and bastards.

The parents of the children who were beaten to tears by him had a lot of money and some were official children, and they put pressure on the school. The school felt particularly helpless about this student who was always involved in fights.

Under the coercion and coercion of the head teacher, my father had to transfer himself to another elementary school, but his jealous and hateful character destined his reading career to be very bumpy.

In just the first grade, I transferred to three schools. Every time he arrived at a new school, his learning career ended in the cries and beggings of the teacher, and his father let him transfer again.

At the end of his life, his reputation as a "super school bully" resounded throughout the primary school world. By the second grade, no school was willing to accept him.

The father was at a loss for what to do, and a kind old teacher gave his father a suggestion, "Since the child is so lively and active, why not send him to a martial arts school to study?" ”

Since he went to school, he has heard teachers evaluate him negatively, saying that he is unreasonable, short-tempered, bullying the weak, and beating people fiercely. At that time, when he heard the teacher say that he was lively and active, he was almost happy to hug the old teacher and kiss him fiercely.

In retrospect, my face was as red as a ripe apple. Lively and active is just a good thing to say, and the real meaning is actually to be brave and ruthless.

He has never left home, and at the age of eight, he left his hometown and parents and worshiped under the door of Xinyimen in Luoyang, Henan.

From a lively and naïve elementary school student, to a little chivalrous man who practiced martial arts hard, he felt very fresh at first, but slowly he regretted his choice.

The life of martial arts training is hard and boring, and the hardships of standing on horses and steps alone alone make him unbearable. The master who taught him to practice was usually kind to his apprentices, but when he practiced, he was extremely strict with his disciples, and if the disciples were slack, they would be beaten.

Once, when Dejan practiced standing on the horse pile, he was so sleepy that he slipped on his hands and feet, and secretly put a stool under his buttocks. Unfortunately, he was discovered by the master, and without saying a word, a few sticks fell on his body.

When it was time for dinner, the brothers and sisters all went to finish eating, but they were left by the master to punish the stake. Seeing that there was only one lonely person in the huge practice field, tears couldn't stop flowing.

It turned out that he wanted to be a chivalrous man who was proud of the rivers and lakes, but he didn't want to suffer so much. He was extremely aggrieved, and in a fit of anger, he quietly packed his luggage and prepared to slip away in the evening.

He managed to sneak out and wander the streets, where he saw a few thugs doing something to a little girl who was selling flowers.

He shouted, and then jumped out of the jaw, yelling at a few thugs.

He didn't expect that this was no longer a school, and the gangsters on the other side were not elementary school students. Seeing a little boy about seven or eight years old stretching out his arm as thin as a burning stick, pointing at their nose and scolding loudly, the gangsters were so angry that their faces were blue and their noses were crooked, when did they fall to the point of being taught a lesson by elementary school students?

Although the little girl who sold flowers fled in the chaos, he was beaten up without any suspense, and the humiliation of seeing the gangsters stomp on his chest and spit in his face made him fall into deep remorse.

He finally understood a truth, being a hero also requires capital, and if you don't practice a proud skill, you can only be beaten into a bear by others.

He got up and walked all night back to the Heart Gate. As soon as he walked in the door, he knelt in front of the master with a "plop" and cried and confessed to the master.

The enlightened master forgave him, but he was even stricter in his teachings. He also held back a lot of energy in his heart, and he must practice his kung fu well.

More than ten years have passed, and his progress can be said to be a rapid progress, but no matter how he practiced, the master could always beat him down with three punches and two kicks, the master was his heart, that is, the invincible existence, and no one in this world could surpass his master.

But today, his ideas are not so firm.

The grumpy young man pulled out his pistol and said to the leader, "Boss, I'll go and get him back again to see if his fist is fast or my bullet is fast." ”

The young man in the lead shook his head and said, "I said it above, so I want to ask politely." If you move the gun, when this guy arrives in the capital, as long as he crooks his mouth and tells us a situation, it will be us who will not be able to eat and walk around. For now, let's ask the above and see what new instructions they have. ”

The phone was connected, and after listening to his narration, there was silence on the other side of the phone for a long time, and he said lightly: "I want to ask for instructions, you don't act rashly until you get my news." ”

It was Secretary Shao who answered the phone, he hung up the phone, knocked on the office door gently, and then pushed the door and walked in. The old man in the office was looking intently at a document.

He looked at it so seriously, and from time to time he drew some red lines on the document and marked a few words.

Secretary Shao just stood quietly at the desk, respectfully and magnificently looked at the old man, this old man can be said to have done his best for the country, in the past few years as the country's prime minister, everything has broken the heart of the government's housekeeper.

In recent years, he has obviously aged a lot, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes appear more and denser, and although his hair is dyed black and shiny, if you look closely, you can see that the roots of the hair are silvery.

This old man is Lu Guoxing, the prime minister of Huaxia.

PS: Xie Lu Xie Muyin Changsheng brothers for their strong support, thank you Ye Da Neng for coming to see the broken arrow, thank you SWAT brothers!