From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

"Thank you for your kindness, Chief!"

Having received Liu's approval, Jin Buhuan immediately strode forward and stood in front of the platform.

Although he was called "Jin Buhuan" (meaning "Invaluable Gold"), he looked like a kind-faced, chubby man with squinting small eyes. He smiled before speaking, just like a friendly shopkeeper in a neighboring store. But no one in Jinyang City dared to underestimate this Chief Constable Jin. His "Four Divisions" were the most ruthless in capturing wanted criminals.

"You," Jin Buhuan raised his chubby finger and pointed at the still indignant dwarf:

"What's your name?"

The short, scrawny man was taken aback by the sudden question and instinctively replied, "I, I am Zhou Bapi..."

"Zhou Bapi".

Jin Buhuan repeated it with a smile and nodded:

"Good name. But do you know how the selection regulations define 'cheating'?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency!" Zhou Bapi's face lit up with joy, thinking that the lord had come to seek justice for him, and he quickly straightened his neck:

"The regulations state that anyone found guilty of cheating will be disqualified and permanently banned from the workforce, and..." He glanced menacingly at the stone pier before speaking loudly:

"Depending on the severity of the offense, the punishment is thirty to one hundred strokes of the cane."

"You do know quite a bit." Jin Buhuan still smiled, but his tone gradually turned cold: "Then do you know what the punishment is for making baseless accusations?"

Zhou Bapi trembled, and cold sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

Jin Buhuan stopped looking at him and turned to the stone block, his tone softening: "Big guy, you just said you were born with brute strength?"

"Yes, yes."

Shi Dunzi nodded hurriedly, his dark face full of earnestness: "I've been strong since I was a child. I started working at the canal docks during the National Day holiday, carrying more goods than the adults." He paused, then quickly added:

"If you don't believe me, sir, you can go to the docks and ask around. My name, 'Stone Pier,' is quite well-known there!"

Jin Buhuan gave a soft "hmm," neither confirming nor denying, and waved to him:

"Come here."

Upon hearing the head constable's call, a hint of unease flashed across Shi Dunzi's dark face. Since it concerned his future, he couldn't guess or dared not guess what the head constable was thinking. He simply took a step and ran off.

"S-lord."

"Don't panic." Jin Buhuan still had that same smiling expression.

"Whether it's true or not, a test will tell."

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and placed his hand on the stone block's shoulder, his knuckles exerting force like iron clamps, stroking and probing along the arm.

Shi Dunzi suddenly felt a tingling, numb, and swollen pain in his shoulder, as if the gaps between his bones were being squeezed open.

"I mustn't lose my composure."

He thought to himself.

He swallowed back the hum that was about to come out, his cheeks aching from clenching so tightly, but he didn't utter a sound.

Fortunately, just as the stone block was about to give way, Jin Buhuan withdrew his outstretched hand in an instant. He stroked the three strands of black beard under his chin and said repeatedly:

"Excellent, excellent!"

Seeing Jin Buhuan smiling and speaking in a cryptic manner, everyone was completely baffled.

Was it a violation or not?

No one knew, they just stared intently, wanting to know what would happen next.

Zhu Hong raised an eyebrow:

"Not bad?" He glanced at the big guy and a guess arose in his mind.

Is this big guy some kind of martial arts prodigy?

Anyone who has read a few books has likely experienced a certain kind of feeling.

Some people study late into the night, wearing out their inkstones, their youthful heads turning white, only to end up with nothing more than a life of mere scholar. Others, however, can read ten lines at a glance, memorize what they read, and effortlessly achieve academic success, enjoying all the glory and honor, thus no longer merely being 'a scholar'.

This is what is meant by "unspeakable suffering".

Justice in this world always lies in the word "just right".

The inherent differences are there, piercing the heart with bitterness; if one is wise, one will be foolish.

The same applies to martial arts.

Although there is a saying that goes, "Practice makes perfect in the coldest and hottest days of winter," there is no shortcut to success.

However, the undeniable fact is that this statement only applies to the majority of ordinary people.

In the martial arts world, innate talent is a gift from heaven.

Some have superior aptitude: Mastering meat training takes ≤3 months, reaching perfection takes ≤1 year, and there are no bottlenecks. Some have average aptitude: Mastering meat training takes about 3 years, reaching perfection takes about 6 years, with occasional minor bottlenecks. Some have inferior aptitude: Mastering meat training...