106: Chapter 103 Tie him up!

At first, Old Wang wanted to put up a struggle; after all, it would be too embarrassing to let this matter get out.

As a professional spy, he had actually wasted so much time on someone completely insignificant.

But his companions were too skilled; they knew exactly how to pry open a person's mouth.

Rubbing his backside, Old Wang curled up in the corner with his hands hugging his knees, tears of resentment streaming down his face.

"You should have just said so earlier; you've made me waste so much effort."

The square-faced boss puffed on his cigarette, took a deep drag, and then exhaled gently.

The surrounding fellow spies fearfully backed away a few steps; the Section Chief's methods of torture were too unique.

"You said this Chinese kid was a programmer, and a cancer patient to boot, according to the intelligence you investigated from the hospital. He shouldn't have lived past six months. Yet, he's still jumping around and full of life, is that right?" The boss patted Old Wang's cheek and said indifferently.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! That's why I said he's very special. I've never seen anyone like him; he's really very..."

Slap!

Before Old Wang could finish his sentence, a slap instantly silenced him.

"Idiot! You've wasted so much of the Empire's funding on just this little thing! So, you've investigated him for this long, and this is all you have?"

The boss was furious. How could he have such a moron under his command?

"No, he also knows Chinese Kung Fu! Yes, that's right, Chinese Kung Fu. He beat a serial killer to death with his bare hands; he's a very good fighter!"

Even though he felt aggrieved, Old Wang could only grit his teeth and endure it, while not forgetting to defend himself to prove his competence.

"Kung Fu?"

Upon hearing this, the boss glanced at the others, and they exchanged looks, all of them laughing.

Their smiles were mocking, and their expressions toward Old Wang were even more playful.

"Boss, Old Wang has probably been doing intelligence work for so many years that he's gone crazy. We are all field operatives. Boss, just say the word, and we'll kidnap that kid right now. Once we interrogate him, I don't believe he won't talk!"

"Right! Even if that notebook isn't on him, at the very least we can rule out a wrong answer; it's better than us continuing to stay here doing nothing!"

Several people began to suggest this.

Although modern spies are not like those in the Second World War who needed to master everything, there are still certain classifications, such as those specifically responsible for intelligence.

For example, Old Wang is an intellectual type; not only does he have a certain level of knowledge, but he can also distinguish which intelligence has value and which does not.

Then there are the field operatives, which is what this group is.

Because this operation was only for searching, having an intelligence officer like Old Wang assist in the operation was already an exception.

As it turned out, this intelligence officer seemed to be of no use.

"Hmm, Chinese Kung Fu is nothing at all. If it were a hundred years ago, perhaps we would need to be wary, but not now. That person looks like a young man in his twenties; no matter how good his Kung Fu is, it's just so-so.

In that case, send a few more people and kidnap him without alerting anyone else."

After pondering for a moment, the boss finally spoke.

"Hai!"

Upon hearing this, the group had no objections.

Indeed, they were the elite of the island nation, and almost all of them knew at least a little bit about their country's Karate, Judo, Kickboxing, Kendo, Iaido, and Aikido.

And for special situations like the current one, they would specialize in one discipline; some were fifth-degree black belts, some were third-degree, all of them at the black belt level.

In their view, Chinese Kung Fu was quite powerful, but that was in the past.

After all, over a hundred years ago, the masters of Chinese martial arts were indeed too fierce.

A seventy-year-old man, Sun Lutang, defeated six island nation martial arts experts single-handedly.

They had originally intended to bully an old man, but they were taught a lesson in return, and they could only exclaim that your elder is still your elder.

There was also the Baji Quan expert, Great Master Li Shuwen, who wielded a great spear to first kill an island nation military officer, then defeated three island nation martial arts instructors in a row.

Not to mention the ancient times further back; the Central Plains were filled with generals over 1.8 meters tall, while the strongest general of the island nation's Warring States period was estimated to be 1.4 meters tall.

Nobunaga, around 1.65 meters.

Tokugawa, 1.56 meters.

Of course, things are different now. With the spread of the island nation's combat techniques through various films and television shows, combined with their various dojos opening all over the world.

They have indeed cultivated quite a lot of talent, and through mutual research and sparring between talents, they are growing and transforming rapidly.

At the very least, in many places, the island nation's Karate and the like have shown good performance; by comparison, Chinese martial arts seem much less impressive.

And with their reputation rising, the island nation's warriors naturally lost their former awe of Chinese martial arts, and they themselves are an extremely arrogant nation.

Simply put, if they aren't beaten for a day, they'll climb the roof and tear up the tiles.

By evening, Li Changsheng finally made his way home slowly.

Today, he was questioned again by that Officer Hao. This time it was a very formal inquiry, and he was directly invited to the police station to make a statement.

Li Changsheng felt it didn't matter; it was just the process anyway.

It just delayed him for the whole afternoon. Li Changsheng hummed a little tune, preparing to squeeze out some time for extra practice that night.

Carrying the pork ribs and beef he bought from the vegetable market near the police station, he didn't want to make the little old lady run so far every day.

Home was still a bit of a distance from the nearby town. The little old lady used to ride her old-fashioned bicycle to buy groceries, but it was quite dangerous for an elderly person to ride a bike, especially in the crowded town.

"Changsheng, these are some eggs from my house; you take them!"

Passing by Auntie Peng's house, she saw Li Changsheng walking by and hurriedly went inside. When she came back out, she was holding a plastic bag filled with quite a few eggs and insisted on stuffing them into Li Changsheng's hands.

"Auntie Peng, what are you doing?"

With this inexplicable gift-giving, how could Li Changsheng accept it?

"Just take them. These past few days, thanks to your Vajra Longevity Qigong, I stepped on the scale today, and hey, I lost seven pounds! Before, dieting didn't work, and square dancing didn't help either, but yours is really effective. Come on, just consider it Auntie thanking you!"

After some unsuccessful attempts to decline, he ended up with another large bag of eggs in his hands.

Li Changsheng couldn't help but laugh and cry; recently, people in the village had been sending things to his house from time to time.

They were all people who had seen some results from practicing; those trying to lose weight had succeeded, and those treating other issues, while the effect was average, still had some results.

Only the smoking cessation was a bit slow.

However, they also said that after practicing this, it felt as if their chest cavity had opened up. Before, when smoking, they always felt a stuffiness in their chest with phlegm stuck, but now, as soon as they practiced, they felt very comfortable.

Especially when practicing Longevity Qigong before sleep, it was very easy to fall asleep.

Thinking of these things, Li Changsheng also revealed a knowing smile.

The fellow villagers were actually quite cute.

Besides, practicing this didn't disturb anyone, the movements weren't large, and it was certainly better than the old men and women in the park bumping into trees, right?

"Huh? It's this late, why is the house pitch black? Did Grandma go out?"

Arriving at the courtyard gate, he looked at the pitch-black house. It was nearly 6:30, and it had already gotten dark outside; normally, the old lady would have turned on the lights long ago.