The next morning, Chu Feng got out of bed, put on a shirt, and washed up quickly.
Just then, a sound of the system being completed echoed in his mind.
“Congratulations, host, for completing the system-issued task: Take down Quan Xing She!”
“Reward: Twelve Styles of Tan Legs!”
Chu Feng narrowed his eyes, nodded in satisfaction, knowing that Sha Yu En had already taken down Quan Xing She, otherwise, the system would not have automatically completed the task.
Chu Feng squinted his eyes and returned to his private study.
This study was Chu Feng's personal space, and no one was allowed to enter without his orders.
Chu Feng settled down and opened the system interface, ready to receive the system's knowledge.
“Host, do you accept the knowledge of Twelve Styles of Tan Legs?”
Chu Feng didn't hesitate for a second and nodded, “Accept!”
Chu Feng began to receive the system's knowledge of the Twelve Styles of Tan Legs. As he closed his eyes, he felt an energy, intangible yet potent, altering the muscles of his legs.
At the same time, memories of all the styles of Tan Legs, their techniques, and their application flooded his mind. This knowledge transfer lasted for almost half an hour.
When Chu Feng opened his eyes, they were filled with satisfaction. He felt his legs were light as a feather, bursting with power. He felt as if he had been training the Twelve Styles of Tan Legs for decades, without a trace of awkwardness.
As the saying goes, practicing fists without practicing legs is like a clumsy ghost!
Southern fist, Northern leg, among them, Tan Legs were the epitome of Northern leg techniques. Their influence and fame were undeniable.
Chu Feng already had Muay Thai as his foundation. Now, with the addition of Tan Legs, the two styles would blend seamlessly, giving him more options to deal with his enemies.
The Twelve Styles of Tan Legs were characterized by their compact movements, requiring full body coordination. The techniques were adaptable, changing based on the enemy's attacks, with few restrictions.
The first style was the Whip Leg, the second the Cross Ghost Drill…
All twelve styles were imprinted in his mind, clear as day.
Tan Legs were diverse in their techniques. The basic leg work was universal. The Tan Leg’s bounce was unique, with the knee as the main point of force. The knee would launch forward, like a spring springing out.
Coupled with Chu Feng’s powerful physique, he could potentially break an enemy’s leg with a single kick.
But techniques were one thing, physique was another. Young blood and strong bodies were essential, otherwise, it would be just empty showmanship. No matter how skilled one was in techniques, without the strength, their attacks would be weak and ineffective.
Chu Feng didn’t have to worry about this, however. With his powerful physique and the Twelve Styles of Tan Legs, his strength had significantly increased.
Besides, more techniques never hurt. It could come in handy during unexpected emergencies.
After the knowledge transfer was complete, Chu Feng went downstairs to the villa's gym.
Even though it was early morning, Tony Jaa was already there, shirtless and practicing his boxing.
He had rope tied around his hands and was continuously striking a wooden stake. Wood chips were flying everywhere. The stake was unable to withstand Tony Jaa’s immense strength, and the sound of the impact echoed throughout the room.
Tony Jaa was using both fists and feet, knee kicks, elbow strikes, all aimed at the wooden stake.
Seeing Chu Feng approaching, Tony Jaa immediately stopped practicing and called out, “Boss.”
Tony Jaa was Chu Feng’s personal bodyguard. Except when Chu Feng was practicing his whip skills with women, and Tony Jaa was guarding outside, otherwise, they lived together, never parting.
After all, he was summoned by the system, and a Muay Thai master at that, so Chu Feng had absolute trust in him and had appointed him as his bodyguard.
Chu Feng waved his hand, “Tony Jaa, you don’t have to mind me, I just came to practice some leg work.”
Tony Jaa nodded, “I understand, Boss.”
Instead of continuing his practice, Tony Jaa watched Chu Feng curiously. He knew that Chu Feng’s Muay Thai skills were even better than his, and he was curious to see what his leg work was like.
Chu Feng walked calmly to a wooden stake, then he suddenly leaped into the air. His ninth style of Tan Legs, Whip Leg, was unleashed with incredible ferocity.
“Bang!”
Just one kick, and the wooden stake was split in two, wood chips flying everywhere. This incredible power made Chu Feng nod in satisfaction.
The kick was as fast as lightning, almost impossible to defend against. Tan Legs had other styles, but there weren’t enough stakes here. Chu Feng already knew the power of Tan Legs, so he didn’t want to continue testing it.
Tony Jaa stood by, awestruck. He could also break a wooden stake, but it wasn’t a one-kick job. He couldn’t help but exclaim, “Boss, you’re amazing!”
Chu Feng smiled, and said nonchalantly, “If I wasn’t amazing, how could I be the boss?”
Tony Jaa scratched his head, thinking, “That makes sense, Boss.”
Chu Feng glanced at the shattered wooden stake and instructed Tony Jaa, “Tony Jaa, have the boys dispose of this stake and get a new one.”
Tony Jaa nodded, “Yes, Boss.”
After giving his orders, Chu Feng turned and went back to his bedroom to take another shower.
It was eight o’clock, and the Filipino maid had already prepared breakfast. When she saw Chu Feng, she bowed and said, “Sir, breakfast is ready.”
Chu Feng nodded, “I know.”
On the table were all sorts of breakfast options: Chinese soy milk and fried dough sticks, Hong Kong milk tea, pastries and porridge, as well as sandwiches.
Chu Feng went to the dining table to eat, just as Wang Feng Yi came down from upstairs after washing up. She was wearing a nightgown, and as she saw Chu Feng, she called out, “Feng Ge.”
Chu Feng smiled slightly, “Feng Yi, let’s have breakfast together.”
Wang Feng Yi nodded, sat down, and ate breakfast with Chu Feng.
Chu Feng took a bite of his sandwich and said, “Feng Yi, I plan to bail your dad out of the police station today.”
After all, Wang Feng Yi was his woman now, and Wang Dong could be considered his father-in-law.
Wang Feng Yi’s face lit up with excitement. She was grateful and said, “Feng Ge, thank you.”
Her heart was finally at ease, and her face was beaming with a bright smile. For the past few days, she had been worried sick, unable to sleep, constantly fretting over her father’s situation.
But Chu Feng had solved all her troubles, and Wang Feng Yi was overjoyed.
She knew that Chu Feng had also taken down Ah Chang. Now that she was his woman, she kept her promise and was very well-behaved. She even poured a glass of milk for Chu Feng thoughtfully.
Just then, Chu Feng’s phone rang.
“Ring, ring!”
Chu Feng answered the phone, looked at the caller ID, and saw that it was Sha Yu En calling. He pressed the answer button.
Sha Yu En’s voice came through the phone, “Boss, I got some information. The four uncles of Quan Xing She will be having lunch at Quan Fu Lou today.”
Chu Feng nodded, “I know.”
Then, he hung up the phone and continued to eat breakfast with Wang Feng Yi.
…
At noon, the four uncles of Quan Xing She, Pei Shu, Long Shu, Gen Shu, and Cong Shu, arrived at the entrance of Quan Fu Lou.
Each uncle had two bodyguards with him. They entered a private room at Quan Fu Lou to have lunch together.
Once the four uncles were all present, they looked at each other, their faces filled with worry.
Long Shu sighed, “Now that Quan Xing She has been wiped out by the leader of Zhong Yi Xin, Chu Feng, we’ve lost all our territory. Ah Chang died a horrible death. I went to the morgue yesterday to see him.”
Long Shu paused, his eyes filled with fear, “Ah Chang was cut dozens of times all over his body, just like chopping meat. It was truly gruesome!”
The other uncles were terrified when they heard this. In the past, they relied on Quan Xing She to make a living. Most of their business operations were within Quan Xing She’s territory.
Now that Quan Xing She was destroyed by Zhong Yi Xin, they didn’t know if they could continue their business anymore.
And they didn’t know if Zhong Yi Xin would spare them. Everyone’s faces were pale, and none of them had any appetite for lunch.
At the same time, a convoy of six Mercedes-Benz cars suddenly stopped outside Quan Fu Lou.
A bunch of suited men got out of the cars and opened the door for Chu Feng.
Chu Feng got out of the car, with Wang Feng Yi by his side, followed by Tony Jaa and Sha Yu En.
Chu Feng patted Wang Feng Yi’s curvy behind.
Wang Feng Yi’s face turned slightly red, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Chu Feng. She didn’t know why he liked to play with her derrière so much.
But she was wearing jeans, and her bottom was indeed very round and perky, making Chu Feng unable to resist touching it.
Chu Feng glanced at Quan Fu Lou, and with his entourage, went straight to the private room where the four uncles of Quan Xing She were having lunch.
“Bang!”
One of his men kicked open the door of the private room, and Chu Feng and the rest of his men, including Sha Yu En, surrounded the four uncles and their bodyguards.
The four uncles’ faces turned pale with shock. They saw Chu Feng and Wang Feng Yi and were filled with fear.
Long Shu and the others immediately recognized Wang Feng Yi. Their eyes filled with panic, and they quickly called out, “Young Miss!”
Wang Feng Yi looked coldly at the four uncles. If they hadn’t supported Ah Chang’s ascension to power, she wouldn’t have been in such a miserable state.
Chu Feng smiled and introduced himself, “Hello, uncles. I’m Chu Feng of Zhong Yi Xin. You should know me.”