The Mad Warriors

At noon, in a top-secret conference room of the Northwest Security Bureau, Deputy Director Zhang Haipeng looked at the report with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Haipeng looked at the report, somewhat impatiently: "They've been giving me no peace and quiet every day. I didn't even get to drink Kyoto douzhi before I came back. But the confession of this kidnapped Korean businesswoman is quite interesting. This guy Wang Xuan just poked the kidnapper with his finger, and the kidnapper stopped moving? Interesting, really interesting." It was clear that Zhang Haipeng actually knew something.

Those nearby, however, expressed their confusion: "Deputy Director Zhang, did Wang Xuan poke the bandit's stomach with his finger? Why is the bandit remaining motionless while Wang Xuan does as he pleases?"

Another person also expressed confusion: "Yes, we've all seen our sniper's video, and it is indeed a bit strange. After he poked the bandit, why did the bandit react in that odd way?"

Deputy Director Zhang Haipeng chuckled as he put down the report, knowingly reminding the safety officers, "Looks like this guy knows a thing or two!"

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To be honest, everyone was quite surprised. Who can see real kung fu these days? Modern people's understanding of kung fu is limited to TV dramas, movies, or short videos.

One of the safety officers raised his doubts: "Deputy Director Zhang, do you mean that Wang Xuan used acupressure magic?" The safety officer was exaggerating a bit. Acupressure is not a magic skill. From ancient times to the present, acupressure has only been a niche skill.

Although Zhang Haipeng was relatively young, he knew quite a lot. After tapping the report on the table and glancing around, he said, "Tell me something you don't know?" His tone was clearly a deliberate attempt to provoke everyone. This was the national security department; even if Zhang Haipeng spoke, they might not listen—it was a disciplinary department, after all.

Goodness, whether they were men or women, they all turned into spectators ready to watch the show. Some even magically produced a bag of sunflower seeds, their expectant eyes fixed on Zhang Haipeng.

As a leader, Zhang Haipeng naturally wouldn't discuss classified matters. He casually grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the person next to him: "Actually, you can find out if you look up the files. It's the Northwest's biggest martial arts feud case eighteen years ago. I was fortunate enough to participate in the peripheral work back then. The criminals were really beyond the capabilities of our ordinary National Security Bureau special agents. To put it bluntly, even if you each had a machine gun, it wouldn't have made a difference."

"The Wu Chou case, I've heard of it."

"I heard about it when I was in the army. It was the number one martial arts case in Northwest China. We participated in the search mission there."

"I knew about it, but I didn't know the details. Anyway, the mission suddenly ended overnight."

After cracking sunflower seeds and taking a sip of water, Zhang Haipeng said, "Of course. That was the first time I witnessed our country's extremely mysterious special department being mobilized. It's said that they're all top-notch martial arts masters." When Zhang Haipeng said this, the security guards got excited.

"Could it be the legendary Dragon Soul Department? Does it really exist?"

"Tch, do you think you're reading a novel? Shouldn't it be about the Dragon Clan?"

"You idiots, as soldiers of the National Security Bureau, do you even have any professionalism? I know, I've heard my master say that it's the Dragon Group."

"I feel like you guys don't train enough on a regular basis. What are you reading novels for? You're just misleading people."

Zhang Haipeng, on the contrary, chuckled, his attitude completely unconcerned: "Haha, you guys really do enjoy reading those fabricated novels. Actually, I read them too, but not the ones you're talking about. Saying they're special departments is misleading; they're actually security departments. What you should be focusing on now is what kind of experts these departments' people are, not getting hung up on a name."

That's right, what Zhang Haipeng said is the key point.

"Deputy Director Zhang, what did you see? Was it flying on a sword?"

"Flying on a sword is cultivation; you've come to the wrong place."

"They should all be considered martial arts masters, right? One palm strike can move mountains and overturn seas."

Zhang Haipeng glared at the security personnel in front of him. How many novels had these guys been reading all this time? Zhang Haipeng put down the sunflower seeds in his hand: "I think you guys are too idle. I'll have a heart-to-heart talk with your instructors tomorrow." As soon as Zhang Haipeng said this, the conference room was empty except for Zhang Haipeng.

Zhang Haipeng clapped his hands, recalling the high-level classified mission he had been fortunate enough to participate in 18 years ago when he had just joined the army. Although he was only on the outer perimeter, it was still a world-shaking experience for him. Back then, there really were people who could snap a tree as thick as a thigh in half with one palm, and who could cut bullets with a knife, and so on.

Ding ding.

Someone knocked on the door and came in. A female security guard handed Zhang Haipeng an encrypted file box: "Mr. Peng, these are the encrypted documents that were just handed over to Wang Xuan and his entourage."

Zhang Haipeng used his fingerprint to open the file box and began to examine it. When he saw the first photo, his expression changed, and he muttered to himself in slight surprise, "Wang Xuan's grandfather is Wang Tianfeng? You must be kidding me." Zhang Haipeng seemed not to believe it at all.

Who is Wang Tianfeng?

It's no exaggeration to say that Zhang Haipeng had seen the old man in the photo, Wang Tianfeng, before. It was from the Wu Chou case eighteen years ago; they had only met briefly then. However, Wang Tianfeng had left a deep impression on Zhang Haipeng. Zhang Haipeng remembered that when he first met Wang Tianfeng eighteen years ago, Wang Tianfeng was already over fifty. At the time, Zhang Haipeng wondered if someone so old could even apprehend that notorious criminal.

The thought of the fantastical scene he witnessed sent a chill down Zhang Haipeng's spine. Later, Zhang Haipeng learned that Wang Tianfeng was the only inheritor of Bajiquan in Northwest China.

After regaining his composure, Zhang Haipeng continued looking at the encrypted documents in front of him, much of which had been crossed out with a black pen. There wasn't much information about Wang Xuan, but it mentioned that Wang Xuan had started learning Wang-style Bajiquan from his grandfather at the age of five. One interesting note concerned Wang Xuan's intelligence.

Wang Xuan seems to be very intelligent, but his grandfather only let him go when he was thirteen years old, so he could stop practicing martial arts and start studying properly.

"Fifteen years old? I remember I just joined the army at fifteen. This guy was already specially recruited into university at fifteen?" Zhang Haipeng was truly incredulous; this kid was really impressive. The strange thing was that the entire document didn't mention Wang Xuan learning acupressure. Although martial artists generally know a little about acupressure, Zhang Haipeng's intuition told him that Wang Xuan's acupressure skills shouldn't have been learned from his grandfather, Wang Tianfeng.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Haipeng took out his phone and dialed a number: "Hey, Grandpa Wang, have you eaten yet? No, no, no, I'm not asking for your help. Your grandson just came back from abroad. You know what position I hold now. I was just curious and wanted to ask how much you know about pressure point techniques in your boxing style. Oh? Okay, okay, I got it. Haha, no problem, I'll come see you when I have time. Thanks."

Zhang Haipeng did just call Wang Xuan's grandfather, Wang Tianfeng. Wang Tianfeng stated that he had never taught Wang Xuan any acupressure techniques. The reason was simple: Wang Xuan was too young, and he was afraid that if he learned acupressure, he would go astray.

"So, who did he learn his acupressure skills from?" Zhang Haipeng started talking to himself again. But when he talked about acupressure, his memory returned to that night eighteen years ago, the night that earned him a special merit.

That night, Zhang Haipeng encountered the perpetrator of the Wu Chou case. In the darkness, the perpetrator appeared and disappeared like a ghost from a hundred meters away, rushing towards Zhang Haipeng. With just one finger, Zhang Haipeng collapsed to the ground, convulsing. At the time, he was just a young man, full of youthful vigor, and despite the excruciating pain in his abdomen, he fired three shots, one of which struck the perpetrator in the leg.

Zhang Haipeng snapped out of his reverie and shook his head. "That shouldn't be possible. How could Wang Xuan possibly know him? He was arrested back then, and he's probably been brought to justice long ago." For a moment, Zhang Haipeng had a strange feeling that Wang Xuan's acupressure technique was taught to him by that criminal from eighteen years ago.

It was just an illusion, a strange thought that flashed through his mind for a moment. Perhaps among the martial arts masters Zhang Haipeng had encountered, only that criminal knew acupressure; it was just an illusion.

So here's the problem: Wang Xuan knows acupressure, but his acupressure skills weren't taught to him by his grandfather, Wang Tianfeng. Moreover, his grandfather said that Wang Xuan had no prior knowledge of acupressure before going abroad.

However, Zhang Haipeng was unaware that one phone call from him would directly lead to Wang Xuan's downfall.

Wang Xuan was squatting by the roadside at midday, eating an ice pop and cursing: "Damn it, that bastard told my grandpa I was back. The old man is now questioning me about where I learned pressure point kung fu, what am I supposed to say?" Wang Xuan was really cursing the ancestors of the person who told on him.

Wang Xuan had planned everything perfectly. He was going to take Liang Zhixia to meet his grandfather after things were completely settled between him and Liang Zhixia. Now look what's happened! If his grandfather finds out he's going to marry into the Liang family, he'll tear him apart.

While eating an ice pop, Wang Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Why don't I say that Zhi Xia is pregnant? The old man is going to have a great-grandchild! That way, maybe the old man will stop asking who taught me acupoint striking!" It seems that Wang Xuan is also wary of his grandfather asking him about his acupoint striking skills.

Wang Xuan was now filled with regret. He took a bite of his popsicle and muttered angrily, "Beautiful women are such a damn source of trouble." Yes, if he hadn't saved Park Yoon-joo, nothing would have happened, and his grandfather wouldn't have known he was back.

The older generation's thinking is so outdated; if they knew I was going to marry into their family, they'd probably tear me apart.

Wang Xuan, looking at his hand after throwing away the popsicle, said, "How shameless of you to insist on acupressure! Now look what's happened, you've really messed things up. Ugh, what's so great about that Korean semi-permanent makeup? It's so cheap, what a waste!" Was Wang Xuan really saving that Korean semi-permanent makeup just because the guy was good-looking?

Of course not, Wang Xuan has a meticulous plan for everything he does.

Ding-dong! A message popped up on WeChat. Wang Xuan opened it and saw that it was a voice message from his grandfather: "Xuanzi, don't rush to see me when you get back. Go and offer incense to your parents first. No matter how hard your life has been outside, you still have to live your life as usual when you come back. Come see me tonight, and we can catch up."

The old man's tone in the voice was very kind, completely unlike the irritable old man he used to be.

Back then, the old man insisted that I learn martial arts, but my parents didn't like it and insisted that I develop my talents and study hard. It can be said that when I left my grandfather, it was after we had completely broken off relations.