Chapter 58 - So suddenly (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

I look at Tommy with a bitter smile. I am embarrassed, just glance at him and say: “Your cigarette is good!”

He immediately pulls out the entire pack of “Ares” and hands into my hands. Then he asks me in a hard tone again: “Are you really in love with Nanny?”

“Of course not!” I shake my head and firmly say, “I am just her assistant. She is my boss… That’s all.”

“Assistant?” He stares at me with rounded eyes, “You are his male secretary?”

“Not a secretary, an assistant, a personal assistant.” I think, and finally find out a fitting description, “like an orderly!”

He nods his head to show his understanding. Then he keeps staring at me. “Are you really not dating with her? Buddy, you can’t expect to lie to me!”

I take a smoke, annoying with the stiffness of his tone. But I still answer patiently: “No is No, there’s nothing to be hiden.”

“That’s good.” He seems relieved and stares into my eyes still, “Maybe I’m too nervous. Because she concerns about you tonight so much… She even called old man’s old fellow to help you. She never wanted to do that before.” Speaking here, he speaks in a solemn, slightly warning tone, “It would be better if you aren’t dating with each other! Let me tell you, you’d better not have such a mind. Don’t think I’m saying this to be superfluous. Anyway, I’m not blind. I can see something tonight! You… Do you hear me?”

To be honest, I have a habit of open to persuasion but not to coercion in my character.

In the same way, if someone says something nice to me, I probably won’t have the heart to refute his face. But if you use this threat and warning tone…

My face has shown a little impatient expression, but still patience. Anyway, I really do not intend to be with Nanny. I reply without good mood: “You can rest assured! I do not have that kind of thought.”

Then I lift my eyelids and look at him: “Can I go now?”

“Wait!” He stops me, thinking for a while and says, “Well, how about you change your job. I can’t trust people like you to stay with Nanny. How many is your salary now? A friend of mine is recruiting people for his business. I’ll call him, you…”

Can’t wait for his finish, I’m feeling a surge of fire in my mind.

This is too fucking bully! Who the fuck is you? Who give you th right to tell me to pack up and quit, and I just need to go away? You give me a new job? Giving me alms?

If I see this guy pleasing to the eye previously, it would be totally dislike now.

I look sideways and my face is cold: “Who are you? What’s your relation with Nanny? You’ve laced too tight!”

He also raises his eyebrows: “Buddy, I am for your own good! How does Nanny look up at you? Even the blind can see what it means. I tell you, do not expect anything in your heart! Even if she likes you, you are still hopeless to depend on her!”

“Who is fucking depending on her?” I grit my teeth and hold my neck, “I work to earn money to support myself. It’s none of your business! Want me leave, you just ask her to tell me herself! If she says she wants me to quit her job, and I leave immediately!” I glare at him: “Get out of the way!”

After that, I am going to walk past him. He is probably a tough guy, which can be seen from tonight’s performance. I am just about to go, he suddenly put his right hand on my shoulder! My left shoulder is sinking and my eyebrows stand up. “What’s up? Want to fight?”

I grab him by the wrist with my backhand, and this guy, as instinctively as a conditioned reflex, grab my wrist too. We start fighting. He knows immediately that I am not a soft persimmon. In a good mood, his other hand is leaning over my waist, grabing my belt and lifting up!

Want to catch me up? I take a deep breath. My legs seem to be nailed to the ground. He isn’t able to lift me. But he has been hugged by me around the neck. I press him tightly. At the same time, my arms are wrapping around his neck tightly and make him suffocate.

He bends down, puts his shoulders on my waist, and with all his strength to lift me up and throws me out with his arms shocking. My body is in the middle of the sky, and I do not panic, just adjust my gesture to jump on the ground. He looks at me with a little more excitement: “Good buddy, seem to good at fight. Let me try you!”

Then he shows a gesture: “Come on! Let’s fight!”

I curl my lips: “You are sick! I don’t have time to crazy with you.”

I turn around and ready to go. But suddenly I hear the strong fist wind behind me. This guy is thick skinned. He’s just attacking from my back. I slip a step to avoid. He misses, and immediately shrinks back observantly, not reckless attacking again. He is very strict with his hands, the feet are also very steady, and the pace is not brisk. I can see he is pretty good at fight.

Seeing me want to go, he’s forcing up again, two speed jabs to my face. I stand back, can’t help scolding: “Are you fucking no stop? I must be too kind!”

Then I dodge the punches from him, slip and turn to his side. The elbow of my backhand hits to his back. He is as strong as a bull, but has flexible movements. He jumps off at once. I am truly angry now, shouting loudly, clinching my hands and rushing to his coming fist!

I defend his fist with my arms, and I kick him to the stomach. My legs are much harder than my fist. In terms of strength, legs are more destructive than fist.

Real kongfu does not like what you see in the movies. If you are in the real battle, you must be flexible. Real masters are all hiding with no famous. The essence of kongfu should be a kind of “strike skill”. Can it be called “strike skill” without real combat effect? Moreover, the real kongfu has no fixed tricks. It pays attention to efficiency and accuracy.

If we want to use an accurate description, it should pay attention to hitting!

So, the real kongfu master never inextricably engages in the way shows on TV or movie. Usually, it’s a done within two or three rounds.

When I learned with my master, I learned a lot of basic skills. But he didn’t teach me too much the kind of so-called killing skills. Because of such skills will hurt people very seriously. If you really use them to fight, it’ would be too easy to cause a serious injury. If the luck is bad, even death! My master knew that I was too young and vigorous, not a standard warrior. I would have very long days in society. So, he did not teach me those killing skills. But my basic skills have been solid enough in those years. My body is flexible, well coordinated and strong.

He is obviously the kind of good fighter from the army. Fists and feet are very strong, clean and swift movements. We test each other a few rounds, both of us are hit twice by the opposite side, but no one gives out the heavy hand. I just use my arms to defend his kick, and I feel a little numb. This guy’s kick skills are also good.

Such a night, two guys are fighting nearby. The security guards at the gate of the community have noticed us and coming. They seem to hesitate whether need to take care of it.

“Stop!” Tommy suddenly takes two steps back and puts down his arm, “No more fighting!”

He is a little depressed: “Damn, I can’t use all my strength.” He looks into my eyes, “If I beat you to hard, Nanny will look for me to revenge tomorrow.”

I can’t help laughing. Bull shit! Such a midnight, do you think I want to fight with you?

Please, you are an officer! I can’t beat you hard!