Firepower is king.

Chapter 237 What Is Reality

If you are strong in martial arts, you will be admired by others. There should be nothing wrong with this, but if you are strong in martial arts, you will become a master. Sorry, this really only exists in martial arts novels.

The reality is that chivalry uses martial arts to violate the ban. The reality is that practicing martial arts strengthens the body rather than making a fortune by practicing martial arts.

The times have changed.

Therefore, no matter how strong Fang Zhenwu's kung fu is, it's useless. Gao Guang, who is practicing routines, can kill him with a single shot.

Gao Guang thought that Fang Zhenwu, who was a master of martial arts, must have the pride of a warrior, but now, although Fang Zhenwu hadn't finished speaking, Gao Guang read the feeling of loneliness from Fang Zhenwu's expression.

Fang Zhenwu hoped that Gao Guang would recruit him, but when he saw Gao Guang's appearance, he knew that Gao Guang wanted him to be useless, so he thought he had made a mistake.

Depend on!What a mistake!

Fang Zhenwu is not an indifferent and proud peerless master at all, he is a very downcast peerless master!
"Brother Fang, actually, I want to invite you to have sex with me."

Fortunately, Gao Guang has been thinking about how to persuade Fang Zhenwu for several days, and now he feels that there is no need to talk nonsense.

Fang Zhenwu was shocked again. He looked at Gao Guang, but he didn't know how to answer.

Gao Guang said sincerely: "I hope you can join the King's Defense, not that there is something for you to finish, so I sincerely hope that you can join the team."

"Well, this..."

Fang Zhenwu looked a little embarrassed, and then he said helplessly: "It's not that I pretend, the key is that I can do something for you, but if I mess with you, I will be dishonest to my current boss, he saved I have my life, and I have been given a way to survive after so many years, it is really not meaningful for me to leave at this time."

"Huh? Your boss?"

"It's Mustafa Kasim of the Qasim family."

"Stop, you think it's right to leave when the boss is troubled, but the biggest problem with your boss is me. If I say he has a problem, he will have a problem. If I say he is fine now, then he will be fine."

Gao Guang spread his hands and said, "So what is there to worry about?"

If another person said such things, Fang Zhenwu would probably go up and punch him to death, but Fang Zhenwu felt that it made sense when Gao Guang said this, because he watched Gao Guang lead people into the mansion of the Qasim family with his own eyes. Seeing is believing, so there is nothing to doubt.

Gao Guang must have been deliberate long ago to take Fang Zhenwu under his command, but now, he has become more interested in Fang Zhenwu's experience.

"Brother Fang, can you tell me what you have been doing with that Mustafa all these years, and how much he paid you?"

Fang Zhenwu said in a low voice: "Uh, I didn't do anything. I'll be his bodyguard. When I need to do it, I'll do it. If I need to do it with real knives and guns, I'll have nothing to do. And he's a one-month guard." Give me five thousand dollars, this salary is not low, I am a person who pays attention to gratitude, so..."

"Wait a minute, wait a moment."

Gao Guang felt that there was something wrong, so he said very seriously: "I heard that the bottle cap who was talking to you just now said that you can win [-] dollars in a black boxing fight. Why do you spend a month with the boss? Take five thousand?"

"You can make some money by fighting black boxing, but you don't have the opportunity to fight black boxing every day. Besides, there are not many people in the green zone now, and it is impossible to organize a large-scale boxing match."

Fang Zhenwu said helplessly: "I have nothing to say, and I don't hide it. To be honest, I can punch, but I can't shoot a gun. You have also seen that my marksmanship is really stinky, so a Five thousand dollars a month is a lot."

"Why are you so inaccurate with your marksmanship?"

"I also want to know why. I have worked hard to practice marksmanship, but I just can't shoot correctly. What can I do?"

Fang Zhenwu looked extremely annoyed, he coughed a few more times, and said bitterly: "I practice as well, but even if I can't become a sharpshooter, I can still practice to a similar level, but I don't care how I practice. It’s as if I haven’t touched a gun before, so I wonder why there is such a big difference when you say they are all human beings.”

Gao Guang can shoot accurately without practice, and Fang Zhenwu can't shoot accurately after practicing. This is a matter of talent. One talent is extremely high, and the other has negative value.

Fang Zhenwu sighed, and then he continued: "What's the use of being good at kung fu? Who still practices martial arts these days? If you practice for a lifetime, you'll die if you get shot."

"Why don't you go to fights, fighting games, or boxing, even if you stay in the country and fight in fighting games, you will already be famous, just because of your skills..."

Gao Guang remembered the scene where Fang Zhenwu fell from the crystal lamp, so he was extremely puzzled and said, "You should have made a lot of money long ago."

Fang Zhenwu said with bitterness on his face: "I can't fight no matter how I fight. There are rules in the Unlimited Fighting Competition. The traditional kung fu I practice, how to fight? Do you really think that if you go up, you will fight and beat people?" Do you win if you lie on the ground? Pull it down, and I will have no chance to be on stage."

"How to say?"

"I must have thought about playing a game, but I didn't have a chance. Let's put it this way, the famous talker and the kitty eagle. Now you arrange for me to fight with them. Within three moves, I absolutely If I can kill them, I will lose if I can’t, okay?”

Gao Guang was stunned for a while, then said, "I can't do this."

Fang Zhenwu said with a bitter face: "Yes, I want to be qualified to play against them. First of all, I have to fight from the lowest level, but my style is not compatible with all competitions. My style is Life and death are divided within three moves, there is no concept of winning or losing at all, so how do I compete, go up and kill one, go up and kill one, if there is such a competition, you tell me, I will definitely participate.”

"But didn't the martial arts masters in the past also compete in martial arts, and they didn't die every time."

"You also said that it was a competition, but there is no martial arts competition in the world now. Our hometown organized a Bajiquan competition in the 80s. In the second round of the competition, one was killed, and then the competition was cancelled. If I haven’t organized it, what kind of game can I play?”

Fang Zhenwu sighed, and said: "Kungfu, it's not just practiced, it must be punched out. Nowadays, people who practice real Kungfu have no chance to practice against others. Those liars are very popular, because no matter how the liars fight Nothing will happen."

"You are right, but you are so good at kung fu, there is always a way out, right?"

Fang Zhenwu said in a low voice: "When I was young, I just wanted to revitalize martial arts and justify the name of martial arts, so I made up my mind early on to become famous. I went to find someone to compete with, and I went to find someone to practice against. I went to the kickboxing gym, and kicked a taekwondo gym there for the first time, and when I stepped down, his leg was broken, but there was no lawsuit, and he paid [-] yuan."

Gao Guang listened silently, speechless.

Fang Zhenwu continued: "My parents paid for me to compensate others, and then I dare not go to a taekwondo gym to kick the gym. I went to a Sanda kick gym. I punched one coach and broke six ribs, and punched another coach. I had a severe concussion, and then someone called the police, and I was caught in the police station, paid [-] yuan, and then got a three-year sentence and three reprieves."

Helplessly glanced at Gao Guang, Fang Zhenwu said in a low voice: "Then I understood that the movies are all deceitful. It's still good to go to the hospital if you lose, but the worst thing is to go to the game if you win. Say, how do I play the game?"

"Do you play according to other people's rules?"

"I fight according to other people's rules, so I still do some Bajiquan, and I can practice Sanda instead."

Gao Guang didn't know what to say, he thought for a while, Fang Zhenwu really seemed to have nowhere to go.

Fang Zhenwu said helplessly: "I am from the countryside. My father works in the construction team. After saving money for many years, the new house was built, but the money for my wife cost me two fights." It’s over, and it’s still a case, what do you think I can do, and what games can I play.”

Fang Zhenwu, who opened up the chatter box, continued: "I am also disheartened, and I just want to find a class to earn some money, and that's all I've done in this life, and then where do we have a lot of people working in Africa? A lot of people I made a fortune, just gritted my teeth, and I went to Africa."

"Being a mercenary directly?"

"No, I went to Ghana first and worked in a gold mine run by a boss in our village. I was paid [-] a month. Then I robbed the mine. The locals went there with guns. I didn't want to cause trouble, but then The next time a few black men shot directly, and shot our boss in the leg, I became anxious, so I did it."

"Killed someone?"

Nodding silently, Fang Zhenwu sighed and said, "Three were killed on the spot."

"and after?"

"Next to our gold mine is a regular large gold mine. The boss is Belgian. His security guards are not local, mainly South Africans and Americans. The boss saw that I was doing something, so he just dug me there. It happened that my boss was afraid. I don’t dare to keep me if I cause trouble, I thought, well, I’ll just do it for foreigners, and after that, I’ll be a mercenary.”

Fang Zhenwu sighed and said: "At that time, I had never touched a gun, so I thought it would be good to fight a war, and earn a lot of money, which was suitable for me, but I didn't know why I couldn't practice this marksmanship at that time. I stayed in Ghana for half a year. , I went to Iraq from Ghana for more than a year. I learned my English, but I didn’t practice my marksmanship. Then I took a job in Baghdad. When we went there, we were hit by a bomb. Eight people died and seven were killed. Well, I almost died, and then the team broke up, but fortunately, Mustafa saved my life, and I was paid a lot of money, so I just messed around until today."

After finishing speaking, Fang Zhenwu said very bluntly: "You want to see my kung fu, that's nothing to say, anyway, I haven't met an opponent until now, if you want me to fight or something, no matter how good my kung fu is." It’s useless on the battlefield, really, my kung fu is useless on the battlefield, what’s the matter, why do you still want me to do something with you?”

(End of this chapter)