Hong Kong variety show: Why do you say I'm crazy?

"Big...Big brother...can I really reverse the Heavenly Gang?"

Azu sounded nervous, as if he was afraid that Wang Taiyi was just joking and playing a trick on him.

"Of course you can. It's nothing to me. If you can endure hardship, your situation is really nothing. You've just fallen into a misconception. As long as you work hard and spend time with me, plus the divine skills I teach you, it's all a small matter."

Are you kidding me? I can't handle hardship? What kind of hardship haven't I endured? I get three meals a day, sometimes even desserts at different times and places. Isn't that enough to keep me at the top of the class?

"Please, elder brother, teach me your divine skills!"

"haha okay."

Wang Taiyi stroked his non-existent beard, looking at the boy with an air of aptitude.

"Come on, let me ask you about your actual situation first."

"Tell me, can you survive on your own now, away from your parents?"

After thinking about it seriously, Ah Zu figured that if he left his parents, he should be able to survive with the 20 to 30 million he had saved up over the years.

"OK."

"After you leave, will your family arrest you and take you back? Will you be able to resist?"

He is not yet an adult and cannot go abroad without his parents' consent. Even if he runs away from home, he will only stay in Hong Kong Island. With his father's power, catching him would be a piece of cake.

"There's no way to resist," Azu said with a wry smile.

"So, one last question: can you beat your dad right now?"

This time, Ah Zu took even longer to think about it. He had often thought about this problem himself, and he had even secretly learned various fighting techniques. But Guan Feng was in his prime and still had some real skills. He estimated that if the father and son really fought, he would be lucky to last two minutes.

"I can't beat them, but give me three more years and I'm sure I can."

Wang Taiyi tapped his fingers on the chair.

"I see. I understand your situation now. What you need to do is become excellent!"

"Big brother, why? I'm already very good."

Wang Taiyi frowned.

"From now on, you're not allowed to interrupt me. Are you the eldest brother, or am I? Do you still want to rebel against the Heavenly Gang?"

"I'm sorry, big brother, I was wrong." Azu's attitude in admitting his mistake was very good.

"When I say 'outstanding,' I mean you're not famous enough. Think about it: if you were outstanding enough to be known throughout the country, whether in academics or business, your dad would have to think twice before beating you. If you were good at sports and participated in the Asian Games or the Olympics and won a prize, your dad wouldn't even have to beat you anymore. The paparazzi would dig up your family's history and find out that he abused you since you were a child. If you can still be this outstanding, the whole of Hong Kong will condemn him. At that point, forget about the superintendent; he'll be lucky to even retire."

Ah Zu slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "That's right! Why didn't I think of that? Sure enough, I'm still not good enough. Why didn't I meet my older brother sooner?"

"Alright, it's not too late now."

"What you learn is only one aspect; you also need a strong body. Physical strength is the foundation of everything."

When this was mentioned, Azu became unusually confident. He regularly works out at the gym and studies martial arts, believing that he is better than most people in this area.

"What? You think you're strong enough?"

Azu said confidently.

"Yes, brother, I have been exercising regularly and have also learned Taekwondo. I am disciplined enough in this regard, so I shouldn't need any extra training. Let's talk about the things that made me famous."

"Heh, Taekwondo?"

Wang Taiyi pointed towards the arena on the balcony.

"Go on, go fight me and show me what you're made of, Xiaomin!"

On the ring, Fang Min was practicing grappling techniques with a large foreign woman. When she heard Wang Taiyi call her, she immediately got up and stood at the edge of the ring, looking at Old Wang.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

Azu looked at Lao Wang in disbelief. "You're not going to make me fight with her, are you?"

As if seeing through his thoughts, Old Wang said:

"That's right, just like you think. Her situation is similar to yours, but she entered the sect earlier than you and has already received my true teachings. She's a true disciple. You, an outer disciple, look down on her? You don't think you can beat her, do you? Let me tell you, being my disciple is definitely your good fortune. Go, go and see how narrow-minded you are."

Despite saying that, Ah Zu was still a little skeptical, but he still stepped onto the ring.

Seeing that Fang Min and Azu believed most of what Wang Taiyi said, their muscles looked different from the kind of dead muscles that look good after working out in the gym.

Azu took off his coat, leaving him barefoot in only a pair of sweatpants. It must be said, Azu's muscles are quite impressive.

Fang Min looked at Azu, then at Wang Taiyi below the stage, and hesitated. This guy didn't seem like a bad person, and he was the big brother's new little brother. How could she fight him?

Wang Taiyi said to her from below the stage:

"Give it your all, and win beautifully."

Okay, Fang Min understands.

The tall, foreign woman acted as the referee; with a flick of her wrist, the game began.

Azu abandoned his contempt and launched the first attack. "Hey!" he yelled, followed by a beautiful roundhouse kick that struck Fang Min in the head.

Bells and whistles.

While Azu was still in mid-air with both feet off the ground, Min bent down and rushed under Azu's crotch, grabbing his other leg and knocking him down onto the ring.

Although the floor of the ring wasn't solid, it still made Ah Zu's head spin. Before he could react, Fang Min's little fists slammed into his face twice with a "bang" and "bang." Ah Zu, in pain, also threw a punch at Fang Min.

Unlike weaklings like Liu Jiayuan and Ding Yixie, Ah Zu, although a year younger than Fang Min, is much stronger.

Fang Min winced in pain, her face paling slightly. She immediately abandoned her tactics and retreated from Azu's side. Seeing Fang Min leave, Azu was about to get up, but he turned around and got up face down. This gave Fang Min another opportunity. She straddled Azu's waist and put her arms through his neck, like a guillotine.

In a fight between a woman and a man, if the skill levels are similar, the only way for a woman to win is through technique and submission techniques.

Ah Zu's face turned bright red, and he fainted after holding on for about ten seconds.

Liang Maisi, sitting in the audience, hadn't stopped talking since the beginning, and he was tightly gripping Lao Wang's clothes.

"What?" Old Wang asked, turning around.

Liang Mais's face showed fervor.

"Big brother! Please teach me your divine skills, I want to ride on my dad's neck and poop too!"

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Chapter 89 Ding Crab

Ever since Ah Zu lost to Fang Min, he's been running to the Golden Night Building every day after school, begging for discipline—no, for training.

This kid seems to have awakened his masochistic tendencies ahead of time. Every time he is knocked unconscious by Fang Min, he sits silently in the corner with a slight smile on his lips, which scares his companion, Max.

Max is training very hard to fulfill his wish of pooping on his dad's head. His current task is to eat. He is too thin, like a stick, and doesn't look like a rich kid at all.

As Lao Wang would say, even if you look like a horse, you can't consider yourself a skinny horse. You should become a strong horse, like the Emperor of the East Sea.

Although I don't know who the Emperor of the East Sea is, his name sounds so imposing. So now he eats nine meals a day, each consisting of beef, chicken breast, and shrimp, and drinks protein powder mixed with water.

"Auntie! Let's go back to my house later. My older brother gave me a task to write some movies. Will you come with me?"

While stuffing beef into his mouth, Max chatted with Azu, who was sitting by the wall.

"No."

Ah Zu's eyes were fixed on Fang Min, who was doing squats with a barbell, or more accurately, on the arm that had crossed his arm.

"I also have a task today."

"Huh? What's your mission?" Max asked curiously.

"call…"

Azu withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

"Today I'm going to go head-to-head with that guy!"

Of course, Max knew who the guy he was talking about was.

"But you can't beat him at all right now, aren't you just asking for death?"

"Humph!"

Azu sneered.

"I won't really die, would he really dare to beat me to death? My older brother told me to try to withstand his extreme beatings, and if I endured them a few more times, I wouldn't be afraid anymore."

Azu touched his neck.

"I think what my older brother said makes a lot of sense."

"Are you sure nothing bad will happen?" Max asked worriedly.

"I'll have to take that step eventually. I have the courage now. Besides, I've instructed the servants to keep a close watch on things. If anything seems wrong, they'll call an ambulance. And I won't make my move when there's a gun around him."

No way! They'd even use guns? Is Ah Zu's dad really that crazy?

……

That night, Ah Zu deliberately went home after curfew.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, teacups, fruit plates, and remote controls were thrown at him.