50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 475 No matter how good your skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives
He and Tong Jiajia were not low-ranking officials, but they were not arrogant in their daily lives and did not display the power and status of high-ranking cadres.

For ordinary people like Yang Guihua, the power of authority is subtle and not immediately apparent. Without special events to highlight it, even the most oblivious person would not notice it. Only pure power can be truly awe-inspiring.

Sun Zhiwei followed Sun Aiguo into the yard. Both of them took off their heavy coats, and Sun Aiguo even stretched his joints to prepare.

Sun Zhiwei was going to teach this kid a lesson this time, so that he wouldn't let his guard down just because he thought he had practiced.

The young people on the streets these days are all ruthless and don't know their own strength when they strike.

They also often carry weapons such as bicycle chains and triangular spikes. Even martial arts masters can easily be caught off guard and fall into a trap.

Sun Zhiwei stood to the side, quietly waiting for Sun Aiguo to make his move.

"Ready?" Sun Zhiwei had barely finished speaking when Sun Aiguo charged at him like a tiger descending a mountain, unleashing a series of fighting combos.

Seeing Sun Aiguo attack, Sun Zhiwei calmly extended his left hand and, in the blink of an eye, neutralized Sun Aiguo's offensive.

The fighting skills he learned and the real-world training he underwent back then are far superior to what Sun Aiguo has now. Whether in terms of strength or experience, Sun Aiguo will not gain any advantage.

After five minutes of continuous offensive attacks, Sun Aiguo began to run out of steam, and even his hands and feet slowed down.

Sun Zhiwei knew he'd gone far enough; any further criticism would crush the kid's spirit. Giving him a lesson was enough; knowing when to stop was the best way to train him.

So he stepped forward and used a grappling technique to knock Sun Aiguo to the ground.

After only a short while, Sun Aiguo was not willing to give up. As Sun Zhiwei retreated, he rolled over and got up, charging at Sun Zhiwei again.

This time, he used a new playing style that Sun Zhiwei found familiar but had never seen before.

Every move inside is a killing move. It seems to be a fighting technique that has been re-edited by combining many different fighting styles. It is simple, effective, and very lethal.

Although Sun Zhiwei still handled it with ease, it wasn't that the technique was ineffective. Ordinary people, or even ordinary enemies, would definitely suffer greatly when faced with this deadly move.

Sun Zhiwei suddenly realized that his son was going to join the army in the Northeast. Could this be the "Black Dragon Eighteen Hands" that was banned in ordinary troops in later generations?

"This brat dares to use deadly moves on his old man when he can't beat him!" Sun Zhiwei got angry and increased the force in his hand.

Sun Aiguo was then knocked to the ground several times, his back and shoulders aching from the falls, and he finally lay there unable to get up.

Sun Zhiwei then stepped forward and extended a hand. Sun Aiguo rubbed his shoulder in pain and stood up with Sun Zhiwei's help.

He grimaced and asked, "Dad, just how strong are you?"

Indeed, Sun Zhiwei's punches and kicks carried tremendous power; even if he blocked them, they still caused him excruciating pain.

"How strong are you?" Sun Zhiwei pretended to think for a moment, then pointed to a large blue stone in the corner next to the well and said, "Do you know how heavy that stone is?"

Sun Zhiwei was referring to a large blue stone, about one meter square, in the corner. It was the large stone used to weigh down the wellhead back then.

It took four young men in the army to lift it up, and when they took it down, they placed it by the well. Sun Zhiwei thought it was in the way, so he moved it to the corner of the wall himself.

Looking at the large blue stone he had seen since childhood, Sun Aiguo hesitated for a moment before guessing, "This must weigh at least three or four hundred pounds, right?"

It's not like he hasn't tried; he's never lifted it before, not even once in his life. Boys like that, they want to lift a rock to test its weight, they want to swing a straight stick, they want to kick a stray dog ​​that walks by, and if they have firecrackers, they always want to set something off.

In adult terms, this is called being a busybody.

Sun Aiguo had weighed the large bluestone, but he underestimated it. Although he hadn't weighed it, Sun Zhiwei had personally moved this behemoth.

He estimated that the large bluestone weighed at least five or six hundred pounds.

Back then, his strength hadn't grown to what it is now, and moving this behemoth took quite a bit of effort.

Now, this large bluestone means nothing to him.

Sun Zhiwei walked directly to the corner of the wall, first supporting one side of the stone with one hand, then using both hands simultaneously, and with a muffled groan, lifted the large blue stone above his head.

Behind him, Tong Jiajia looked a little worried, while Sun Hongying, who didn't understand anything, just exclaimed in surprise and clapped her hands excitedly.

Yang Guihua looked terrified. She never imagined that the usually refined and gentle leader Sun would have such a terrifying side. If such power were used on someone, a single slap would probably be enough to end the meal.

Only Sun Aiguo knew the weight of the stone, and his expression was very solemn.

Sun Zhiwei pretended to struggle, but still took three steps while holding the stone, and then threw the large blue stone more than a meter high with a strong upward effort.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he leaped up and stomped heavily on the rock in mid-air.

With a sharp crack, the large blue stone was split in two in mid-air by his immense force, and then fell to the muddy ground in the corner with two muffled thuds.

While everyone was still in a daze, Sun Zhiwei walked over easily, patted the mud off his hands, and asked Sun Hongying with a smile.

"Little girl, isn't Daddy amazing?"

"Dad, you're amazing!" Although Sun Hongying didn't understand anything, she knew that kicking a large blue stone in half was not something an ordinary person could do, so her excited little face turned bright red.

But Sun Zhiwei turned to Sun Aiguo and said seriously, "Even if I'm this good, a single bullet hitting a vital spot can kill me."

"And the person who fired the shot might even be a child who is only a few years old. Do you understand what I mean?"

Sun Aiguo then understood Sun Zhiwei's intentions. He nodded seriously and replied, "Dad, I understand. I will be careful and will not give anyone a chance to ambush me."

"Alright, that's enough for today. It's cold outside, let's go inside, the TV series is about to start." Everyone then filed back into the living room.

Sure enough, the opening credits of "The Dirty Dozen" had already started playing on the TV in the living room, and everyone immediately gathered around the TV to watch.

Looking back on it decades later, the TV series was just so-so, filled with M-style philosophy, talking about being dashing, handsome and individualistic.

But this is exactly what young people love to watch nowadays. It gives them a strong sense of identification, like "I could do it too," and it also makes them feel a sense of goodwill and longing for the United States.

The more unsatisfactory real life is, the more attractive these kinds of movies become to them. Compared to being idle at home, it's so appealing to fantasize about becoming a savior hero.

(End of this chapter)