Chapter 8: The difference to a master (1/2)

Chapter 8: The difference to a master

Originally, Wang Chao had already calmed down from the entire ordeal, but the moment he had heard officer Cao’s words, his heart immediately went into overdrive. His throat constricted as his vertebrae straightened, his center of gravity went towards his tailbone, and his hair began to stand up.

Crash! Right away, the chair that Wang Chao had been sitting in had been sent flying away.

When he saw just what type of reaction had occurred from his words, officer Cao had been surprised. This high schooler had seem almost like a wild animal that was ready to bite if need be.

“What a fast reaction speed,” Officer Cao thought with interest towards Wang Chao.

In actuality, during the beginning of the interrogation, officer Cao had realized that from these 8 gangsters, only brother Guang had any injuries. Brother Liang’s hands were clutching at his pants with a pale face, clearly he had won the lottery of injuries. As for this high schooler, he only had a single footprint on his chest and a rosy red face. Aside from the out of breath look, it was clear to see that this kid was quite strong.

For a person to injure two people out of eight with such a situation like this, if officer Cao couldn’t see the truth, then he may as well quit being an officer.

“Don’t be so nervous.” Officer Cao slowly took out a Furongwang brand cigarette and lit it on fire. “I’m not interrogating you, it’s just a simple talk. Have you learned martial arts before?”

Slowly calming himself, Wang Chao thought to himself, “Just what is this guy thinking? He clearly saw that I had robbed the gangsters, so they’re the victims, not me.” With that thought, Wang Chao couldn’t help but pat the money he had stashed away within his clothes.

It was until now that Wang Chao realized just how much money he had grabbed. With a quick estimation, he could guess it to be around a thousand or two thousand RMB.

This amount of money was quite the sum to Wang Chao. Even if he had stolen it, he was reluctant to part with it.

“Judging from the lack of calluses on your hands and the uneven finger bones, you haven’t practiced for long. But with a reaction like that along with your physique, I’m guessing you’ve been practicing your family’s martial arts for a small amount of time, otherwise, you’d never have been kicked like that.”

While smoking, officer Cao continued to give his observations.

Looking at the hand that was holding the cigarette, Wang Chao could see that the fist’s bones were rather even looking as if there was no dents at all. Even his hands had a brown colored layer from the calluses.

Looking at his own hand, he kneaded his hand into a fist. The depression between each knuckle was clearly noticeable.

“En, I’ve practiced a little bit. Just about two months now.” Wang Chao spoke after careful consideration, he saw no harm in saying this piece of information.

“Eh, could this be a martial art that has been passed down from generation to generation? Could this kid be a practitioner of tradition?” Officer Cao’s eyes began to shine as he thought to himself. “By now, most inherited martial arts are mostly very bare-boned like in their movements, could I have come across a true traditional form?”

“Who is your teacher?” Officer Cao asked carelessly.

But Wang Chao was too careful to give a real answer, “I can’t tell him about sis Chen.” He thought. “An old man in the park taught me how to stand properly and two moves to help defend myself.”

“Ah, so it’s like that?” A flash of disappointment went through officer Cao’s eyes for a moment before smiling once more. “How about this, I’m a boxer too. When people of the same trade meet, they should take notes. let me see just how much you’ve practiced.”

“What did you want to test?” Wang Chao loosened up as he saw the happy smile on the officer’s face, but the atmosphere was still quite tense.

“I’ll stand here and you come attack me! Show me your strength and speed!” Officer Cao spoke.

“Sure!” Wang Chao’s original plan had been fighting anyways. Although he had fought the gangsters, his craving hadn’t yet been satisfied. Since someone had taken the initiative to start a fight, it was like offering a pillow to a drowsy person.