Ah Heng couldn’t help but light a cigarette, and he started complaining to Chu Feng again. He looked dissatisfied, saying that he, Ah Heng, had put in so much effort, risking his life for the organization, yet he had to clean up the mess for Lian Hao Dong.
Chu Feng looked at Ah Heng, narrowing his eyes, and said calmly:
“Ah Heng, now it's still Long Ge who's in charge of Zhongyi Xin. After all, you can’t fight against the tide. Just give the 3 million yuan to him.”
Ah Heng could only nod after hearing this. He was still quite afraid of Lian Hao Long. Everyone in Zhongyi Xin respected Long Ge, but they also feared his ruthless methods.
Ah Heng dared not openly challenge Lian Hao Long. Ah Heng’s mood improved after getting the money. He chatted with Chu Feng for a while, and then Chu Feng had someone send Ah Heng away.
After Ah Heng left, Gao Jin, the suited thug standing beside Chu Feng, slightly furrowed his brows and said to Chu Feng:
“Boss, isn’t 3 million yuan a bit too much?”
Ah Heng still owed 1 million yuan, and if he borrowed another 3 million, it was questionable whether he could repay Chu Feng, considering his own pile of debts.
Even if he did repay, who knew when that would be?
Chu Feng smiled and said nonchalantly, "Gao Jin, Ah Heng calls me Big Brother. How can a big brother not lend money to his younger brother?"
Gao Jin didn’t reply. He was a smart man, and he certainly didn’t believe this explanation. But since the boss didn’t want to reveal the truth, he didn’t press further.
Of course, Chu Feng had another part of his sentence left unsaid:
It was that Ah Heng called him Big Brother. If one day, his Big Brother was in trouble and had to fight Lian’s brothers with real swords and real guns, he couldn’t just stand by and watch. That would mean he wasn’t a true brother, and who would want to be brothers with him in the future?
Chu Feng was trying to draw Ah Heng into the water, stirring up discord within Zhongyi Xin. He knew in his heart that sooner or later, he would have to face Lian’s brothers in a fight.
After all, he had already been dragged into the water by Ah Fa!
After that, Chu Feng chatted with Gao Jin about some business matters and then asked Gao Jin to leave his office and handle other things.
Chu Feng mostly delegated tasks to Gao Jin; he was just a figurehead.
After Gao Jin left, Chu Feng sat in his boss’s chair, lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and took a puff.
At this moment, Chu Feng heard the sound of the system mission completion in his mind.
“Congratulations, host, for completing the system-issued mission: Sow Discord Within Zhongyi Xin.”
“Reward: 100% Loyalty of Muay Thai Master Tony Jaa.”
“Would you like to summon the Muay Thai master, Tony Jaa?”
Chu Feng nodded without hesitation: “Summon!”
After a flash of white light, the Muay Thai master Tony Jaa appeared out of thin air in Chu Feng’s office. His appearance was exactly the same as in the movies.
Tony Jaa was not tall. Compared to Chu Feng, he appeared to be even shorter, with Southeast Asian skin and features.
Tony Jaa was wearing a white tank top. His muscle lines were clearly defined, and the eight-pack abs below his tank top were especially prominent.
Upon seeing Chu Feng, Tony Jaa immediately bowed and shouted, "Master!"
Chu Feng smiled and said to Tony Jaa, "Just call me boss in the future. No need to call me master."
Tony Jaa immediately agreed: “Yes, boss.”
Chu Feng looked at Tony Jaa and scrutinized him from head to toe. In the movies, Tony Jaa’s Muay Thai skills were very strong. Although he was a bit inferior to Gao Jin, he was definitely a true Muay Thai master, not a fake.
Muay Thai was brutal. Tony Jaa’s Muay Thai skills were definitely at the level of a Muay Thai master. In Hong Kong, he would be a Double Flower Red Stick at least.
Chu Feng looked at Tony Jaa, smiled slightly, and thought for a moment before saying:
"Tony Jaa, come with me to practice Muay Thai. Let’s spar a bit.”
Upon hearing this, a look of surprise appeared in Tony Jaa’s eyes. He hadn’t expected the boss to also know Muay Thai. He immediately nodded, with a hint of excitement:
“No problem, boss.”
Then, Chu Feng and Tony Jaa went directly to the fitness room in the finance company. Chu Feng's finance company had several fitness rooms specifically for his younger brothers to exercise.
Otherwise, these triad members would smoke, drink, and stay up late. Without strong physiques, how could they fight?
Chu Feng’s younger brothers were all elite; Zhongyi Xin wouldn’t recruit any trash!
In the fitness room, there were a few brothers lifting barbells and others hitting punching bags. There was also a dedicated area for practicing on wooden posts.
When these younger brothers saw Chu Feng, they immediately stopped and greeted him respectfully:
“Boss.”
Chu Feng nodded, without saying a word. He brought Tony Jaa directly to the boxing ring in the middle of the fitness room.
Chu Feng narrowed his eyes and smiled: “Tony Jaa, don’t hold back later.”
Chu Feng was quite confident in his own abilities. Muay Thai was a kind of eight-limbed boxing technique, involving punches, kicks, knees, elbows, and flowing, powerful force. The attacks were powerful and fierce.
They would be wearing protective gear, which would actually restrict their Muay Thai techniques. Upon hearing this, Tony Jaa clasped his hands together and bowed to Chu Feng, a gesture of respect before a fight.
“Yes, boss.”
Tony Jaa’s eyes and demeanor instantly sharpened. He slowly lifted his left foot. They were both ready to give it their all.
At this moment, the younger brothers at the boxing ring stopped exercising and came over to watch. Many of them didn’t know Chu Feng’s actual strength, because he rarely took action and usually kept a low profile.
Chu Feng had been given a system-implanted mind, and he was a Muay Thai master. Similarly, Tony Jaa was also a Muay Thai master.
Chu Feng planned to use Muay Thai techniques to fight Tony Jaa.
In an instant, Chu Feng took the initiative and launched an attack. Muay Thai was brutal. He threw a left uppercut aimed directly at Tony Jaa’s chin, with a whooshing sound.
Muay Thai usually decided the winner in a few moves. It was bloody and violent, and it was rightfully considered the strongest stand-up fighting technique.
Tony Jaa was still thinking about letting water, as he didn’t know Chu Feng’s true strength. But seeing such fierce punches, he dared not be careless and immediately dodged.
At the same time, Tony Jaa countered with a horizontal kick to block Chu Feng’s attack. Back and forth, they both tested each other, but Chu Feng clearly had the upper hand.
After only seven or eight moves, Chu Feng seized Tony Jaa’s opening and landed a straight kick to Tony Jaa’s abdomen, sending him flying.
The younger brothers downstairs were shocked. They could tell that the boss and Tony Jaa were masters fighting. If they were to go up against them, they probably wouldn’t even be able to block a single punch.
"The boss is really amazing!"
“Clap, clap, clap!"
The younger brothers couldn’t help but applaud below.
Because Chu Feng had integrated the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine, his strength had also increased, making him a god-gifted strongman. He was much stronger than Tony Jaa.
In terms of technique, they were about the same, but Tony Jaa was inferior to Chu Feng in physical strength and force. Muay Thai emphasized head-on collisions, even at the cost of injury.
Many Muay Thai practitioners had hardened bones on their elbows, making their shins as hard as steel when kicked.
Tony Jaa did a somersault and quickly got up. A look of admiration appeared in his eyes. He clasped his hands together, bowed, and shouted:
“Boss, you are really amazing!”
Chu Feng smiled, his tone calm:
"What's the use of being amazing? What's the use of being able to fight? You need to use guns!"
Within seven paces, guns are fast!
Within seven paces, guns are fast and accurate.
To be honest, no matter how high the kung fu skills, they were still flesh and blood. A sharpshooter, as long as they weren’t ambushed by martial arts masters, could basically take one shot and get one kill.
Even if Tony Jaa was powerful, he couldn’t dodge bullets.
Hearing this, Tony Jaa chuckled innocently, scratched his head, and agreed:
“Boss, you’re right.”
After all, Tony Jaa wasn’t a fool. He knew the power of guns.
After they got off the ring, a younger brother quickly handed them water:
“Boss.”
The younger brother also handed water to Tony Jaa. They were already impressed by Tony Jaa’s skills. Strong people are respected wherever they go, especially in Hong Kong, where the triad world followed the rule of the strongest.
Chu Feng took the water, took a sip, and smiled: “Tony Jaa, you will be my bodyguard from now on. I will equip you with a gun and have you practice your shooting skills.”
Tony Jaa nodded: "Boss, you can rest assured. I will definitely do my best and be a good bodyguard for you!"
Chu Feng nodded. With such a master by his side, he could feel more at ease about his own safety. Even if he had to block bullets, he could at least hold them off for a while.
Martial arts masters were already quick-witted. Equipped with a gun, they would be even more powerful.
Why not use guns when you have them? How could you become a grandmaster without them?