10 Chapter 10
After the opening of the martial arts hall, no one came to learn martial arts for many days, But Shen was not in a hurry. He used his free time to practice and discuss with several martial artists every day. In this time there are too few martial artists these days and even fewer who could be called masters, it is very hard to find one let alone to spar with them.
With him acquiring combat experience and learning the skills of the martial artists under his employ, Shen's fighting ability has been rapidly improving and with his rapid improvement in skill the martial artist grew ever more respectful.
Shen combined the various techniques he learned from the people under him and before long he gradually formed his own fighting style and created a set of fighting techniques that suit him best.
The techniques of the martial artists are more suited to one on one. There were techniques that are strong, some weak and some very exquisite. However, many of them are not suitable for Shen, since he feels that their killing power is weak. Shen wanted a technique that would efficiently kill multiple enemies in the least amount of time.
Shen's physical strength is far stronger than ordinary people. In most cases, he does not need too many skills to kill his opponents, straightforward and fast is the best.
However, Shen still learned a lot from the martial artists, where to attack a human body, how to attack, how to exert the most power, dodging, how to move, and other techniques that are very useful to him.
Shen tweaked some of the more complicated and ingenious moves, making it simple, fast and direct, coupled with Shen's power and speed, transcending ordinary humans, the results were devastating.
After perfecting his very own fighting style, Shen also learned some skills such as grappling that he had given up in favor of some more practical skills.
With Shen's physical fitness, what use is there to grapple with your opponents when you can crush their heads like a watermelon. However, he would surely encounter opponents more powerful or equal to his physical abilities so it's better to be prepared.
However, with his constant spars with highly skilled people, it would be hard for him to get caught off guard.
That evening, Shen did not continue training after dinner, but returned to his study on the third floor.
Picking up a piece of paper on the desk, Shen looked down. This is the information on Steve Rogers, who was investigated by him, including his files, his resume, his family and friends, his recent experiences, and his usual habits. Places he usually goes to, etc., are recorded in detail.
Steve Rogers was born in Brooklyn, New York on July 4, 1918. His father was a soldier of the 107 Infantry Regiment. He died to mustard gas in the first battle. His mother was a nurse in the tuberculosis ward. She was unfortunately infected and died in 1926.
After his mother's death, Rogers moved into an orphanage, where he met his only friend, James Barnes.
When he was an adult, Rogers left the orphanage and became an ordinary worker. He was always bullied because of his good character and thin body. In the face of bullying, Rogers never bowed his head and always bravely counterattacked, even though he was beaten every time. Even injured, he still stands up and never flees.
Placing the paper down, Shen leaned back in the chair and compared the information with his knowledge from the movies.
At this time, someone knocked on the door of the study. "Come in, Eddie." On the third floor, except for himself, there was only Eddie.
The door was slowly pushed open, and the old Albert walked in with a tray and poured a cup of coffee for Shen.
Shen relaxed a bit after smelling the coffee aroma, he gently tasted it, it had a mellow aroma with a smooth and delicate taste.
"Thank you, Eddie, the coffee is very good." Shen sincerely praised.
"I am happy to be of service." Shen's praise made Old Eddie very satisfied, he bowed, and left the study.
Shen shook his head helplessly. Since entering the role of the housekeeper, he took out everything he learned in his time as a noble's housekeeper. He was meticulous in etiquette and made Shen feel unaccustomed. At first he would wake up early to fetch the paper and iron it to make it crisp and straight before handing it to Shen he wouldn't have stopped if Shen hadn't told him to.
Steve is now working at a factory in Brooklyn, where several bullies often bully him, and Steve, who has never admitted defeat, often suffers injuries.
The factory is not far from the martial arts hall. Rogers will go through the front door of the martial arts hall every morning and evening. Every time he passes by, he will curiously look up at this small Chinese martial art school.
He didn't know the Chinese characters on the plaque but he heard that this place teaches people how to fight, the only problem is he didn't have the money.
This martial art school is a very mysterious place in Steve's eyes.
Once he accidentally saw that a physically thin Asian was fighting multiple brawny men. His body didn't look strong but his attacks were quick and fierce. Steve who was preparing to help, didn't even make two steps before the two white men were down on the ground groaning.
A few days later, he saw the same fierce asian guy again, and at that time, he was coming out of the martial arts school.
This added a mysterious color to the martial arts hall, and Steve couldn't help but be more curious about it.
That night, Steve passed by again after work. Today's martial arts hall is a bit unusual. It was surrounded by a strange atmosphere, and Steve can't help but slow down.
In the martial arts hall, Shen sat on a sofa while drinking coffee. The old butler, Albert, stood beside him with four martial artists.
"They finally couldn't help themselves, but it was a few days later than I expected." Shen put down the cup and looked through the window at the shadows of the opposite alley, where many unscrupulous eyes were flashing in the darkness.
"Their boss is 'mad dog' Johnny, and I can see two guys who I've taught in the past with them." a martial artist said.
"Let's help them out, it seems they can't wait to charge ahead, a group of idiots blinded by greed, Let them come." Shen smiled disdainfully.
It has long been known that someone is peeking in the dark, Shen wanted to let his men beat the grass and startle the snake, to deliberately play a good show in front of Steve.
As soon as Shen finished, the gate of the martial arts hall was slammed open, a dozen white brawny men took out sticks and walked in followed by a short man in a suit. It is one of Brooklyn's mafia leaders, the "mad dog" Johnny.
He glanced at the audience and found that there were only a few Asians who looked strong, a white old man and a young man sitting on a sofa. He glanced at his surroundings before preparing to sit on a sofa opposite of the young man.
"Who told you that you can sit?" Shen, who has been sitting on the sofa from beginning to end, suddenly said.
Johnny, who was preparing to sit, paused a bit. As a mafia leader, one of the governors of Brooklyn's underground, Johnny, was accustomed to people showing him respect or fear, he felt his dignity was smeared. He felt very angry as he gave Shen a glare.
"Kid, your parents didn't seem to have taught you manners. You don't know who you're dealing with! Teach him a lesson!" Johnny ordered his men.
"As you wish." Shen waved his hand, and the four martial artists met the mafia thugs who waved their sticks.
Just like a tiger into a flock, under the fierce fists of the four men, no one was able to offer any resistance. More than a dozen thugs lay on the ground.
The surroundings quieted down, not a single thug remained standing, Johnny's face turned ugly.
"You said you were going to teach me something?" Shen looked at Johnny's eyes, and asked in a low voice.
"Haha! Haha! Chinese Kung Fu, it is certainly amazing! Unfortunately, this is the United States! Here, we use this to decide, who's! words!! Count!" The expression on Johnny's face suddenly changed, he drew a gun and pointed it at Shen, laughing as he talked.
The thugs lying on the ground suddenly took out guns and pointed it at the four martial artists as they stood up slowly.
The situation seems to be turning in Johnny's favor.
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