PS: This chapter is scheduled to be updated, so don't blame Poor Dao if something goes wrong.

Seeing the police coming, where did the gangsters dare to continue, they turned around and ran away one by one, and even more than a dozen gangsters who were knocked down by middle-aged people and paralyzed to the ground struggled desperately to get up.

Of the more than 20 thugs, only a few were lucky, and the rest of the thugs were all caught, and all those who tried to escape and were caught suffered a little.

Even Wei Xiaobei and the middle-aged man were handcuffed by the police, got into a police car and were locked up with those gangsters.

Wei Xiaobei couldn't help but smile bitterly, no matter how he said it, he was also righteous and brave, how could he also be handcuffed, this first time wearing handcuffs was not comfortable.

Once you try to break out of the handcuffs, the more you struggle, the tighter the handcuffs will lock, and the cold handcuffs will let you know what it means to feel like your wrist is cracking.

Fortunately, a few outspoken diners took the initiative to testify and followed into the police car.

When he arrived at the police station, Wei Xiaobei was lucky and recorded his confession first.

"Alright, thank you for your cooperation."

The young policeman who recorded a confession for Wei Xiaobei showed a rare smile.

After Wei Xiaobei left the police station, he stood at the gate and waited, waiting until the middle-aged man and a few diners who testified came out.

"Thank you for testifying."

Wei Xiaobei smiled and shook hands with the diners.

"It's okay, but you need to be careful, the Black Tiger Gang is not easy to mess with."

The few diners who dared to come out to testify were not cowardly, but reminded Wei Xiaobei and the middle-aged man.

Everyone exchanged mobile phone numbers with each other, and several diners took the lead in leaving, leaving Wei Xiaobei and the middle-aged man standing together.

"Thank you for your help, are you alright?"

The middle-aged man looked at Wei Xiaobei with a smile.

"It's okay, ouch."

Wei Xiaobei moved his body for a while, and was about to save face, when he felt a sharp pain coming from the place where his back was accidentally hit by a steel pipe.

Seeing Wei Xiaobei's grinning appearance, the middle-aged man smiled, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Xiao Wu, I'm at the police station, come and pick me up." ”

After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man invited Wei Xiaobei and said, "Let's go to my martial arts hall and get some medicine later." ”

Martial arts hall? Wei Xiaobei's heart was excited, and it was really not much different from what he thought, and then nodded.

The middle-aged man's mouth soon arrived, driving a somewhat dilapidated van, but the person was more energetic, with thick bones in his hands, grasping the steering wheel, as if touching a toy.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Before Xiao Wu could park the car, he poked his head out of the window, glanced at the middle-aged man, and couldn't help but ask eagerly.

"It's okay, I'm just being targeted by the Black Tiger Gang's pups. We got in the car. ”

The middle-aged man opened the car door, and said to Wei Xiaobei in the second half of the sentence.

In the car, Wei Xiaobei knew that this middle-aged man was called Cheng Biwu, originally from Suzhou, who loved martial arts since he was a child, and worshiped under the famous Bajiquan master in Mengcun, Cangzhou.

The fact that the person who opened the martial arts gym was actually charged protection money, which was a great shame for Cheng Biwu, so a few gangsters who came to collect protection money were directly beaten with sticks.

The gangsters of the Black Tiger Gang also tried to take revenge directly before, but unfortunately in Cheng Biwu's martial arts hall, in addition to those ordinary people who paid money to learn martial arts, there were also a group of personal disciples.

The disciples of the personal transmission are naturally different from those who pay money to learn martial arts, they are the disciples who worship Cheng Biwu according to the old way of apprenticeship and art, and the relationship with Cheng Biwu is naturally more intimate than those who pay money for martial arts disciples.

As the saying goes, a teacher for one day is a father for life, and this sentence refers to this kind of personal disciple.

The little five who was driving, named Yao Wu, was the third disciple of Cheng Biwu's sect, and he drove all the way without saying a word, and it can be seen that his personality is relatively low-key.

Squeak!

The van stopped in front of an alley.

"It's here, let's get out of the car."

Cheng Biwu pushed the car door and walked down first, and a few steps into the alley, Wei Xiaobeiju saw a plaque hanging, with a few big red characters with black edges written on it: Cheng's Baji Martial Arts Museum.

The two wooden doors below were wide open, and the sound of cheering came from time to time inside.

When Cheng Biwu appeared at the gate of the martial arts hall, a series of voices came from inside.

"Master, you're finally back." This is Cheng Biwu's personal disciple.

"Hello Mr. Cheng." This is the apprentice who paid money to learn martial arts in the martial arts hall.

"Let's go on, everybody."

Cheng Biwu, as the owner of the pavilion, was not low, and with a word, the courtyard resumed the previous sound of fists and feet.

Yao Wu parked his car, while Wei Xiaobei followed behind Cheng Biwu, a little curious, looking around at everything in the yard.

Don't look at the alley outside, it's small, but the yard inside is not small.

Entering the gate, on the left is a vacant land paved with carbon slag and fine sand, a group of half-sized children wearing practice shirts are boxing under the leadership of a young man, and on the right is paved with bluestone bricks, and a lot of human-shaped wooden stakes have been erected.

What made Wei Xiaobei's eyes light up was that in the corner of the courtyard wall on the right, there was a row of big trees, and a young man who was about twenty-five or sixteen years old was constantly leaning towards a big tree, and the branches and leaves of that big tree were constantly trembling.

Iron Mountain!

Although Wei Xiaobei has not really practiced martial arts, there are too many descriptions of Bajiquan on the Internet.

Among them, Tieshan is the most famous, which is one of the close-quarters techniques of Bajiquan, and it is said that when practiced to the extreme, the enemy can fly out in an instant, as if being hit by an elephant, which can be described as unstoppable.

Hitting people is like stickers, that's it.

At this time, Wei Xiaobei thought in his heart, if he learned Bajiquan, coupled with the role of the attribute panel, it should not be too difficult to protect himself in the gray world.

By the time Wei Xiaobei came back to his senses, Cheng Biwu was already standing at the door of the hall, looking at him with a smile.

Wei Xiaobei couldn't help blushing and hurriedly followed.

Inside the hall is a martial arts hall, covered with large plastic blocks, hanging some sandbags, and against the wall there is a weapon rack, on which some cold weapons are inserted, Wei Xiaobei can recognize the big gun, wooden sticks.

"Dad! Are you okay. ”

Just when Wei Xiaobei's eyes were rolling, he heard a crisp sound like a yellow bird, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a girl with a pure face, a good figure, a ponytail, and a bit of heroism, who was grabbing Cheng Biwu's arm and asking, and there seemed to be some fog in her eyes.

"Dad is fine, but this little brother is a little injured, go and bring the medicine and wine."

Cheng Biwu laughed and rubbed the top of the girl's head, showing a little doting.