269: Chapter 266 Boat Fist

"Mr. Silk, if you continue like this, I think you need the Tech Company's psychiatric treatment. I suspect your current mental state is extremely unstable."

Herlock's expression became somewhat serious; this newcomer's psychological resilience was just too poor.

"No, I'm not sick, it's him! That demon!"

As he spoke, Silk pointed into the distance. Hearing this, Herlock followed the direction of his finger, but because Silk's finger was trembling violently and he seemed too afraid to point clearly, Herlock didn't know who he was pointing at.

"Mr. Silk, your current mental state is not suitable for work. Come with me; I need a doctor to give you a comprehensive examination."

"No! No! I'm not sick!"

"No, Mr. Silk, you are sick."

"I'm really not sick! He's looking at me. Shit, help me block him! He'll kill me!"

Watching Silk hold onto him, his whole body curled up beside him, Herlock felt the veins on his forehead throbbing. Who on earth recruited this newcomer?

However, this time, Silk pointed straight at someone and held it for a moment.

Taking a look, Herlock was even more speechless. Isn't this just a peaceful-looking Asian person?

Judging by the physique, based on Herlock's experience, he could take down ten of him at once.

"Mr. Silk, this is a tester. According to Tech Company regulations, testers do not carry any firearms."

Looking at Silk hiding behind him, Herlock had no choice but to explain it this way; he thought Silk was afraid of firearms.

"No! No, no, no! Mr. Herlock, believe me, he is the devil. He doesn't need a gun to kill!"

"I think you've really gone crazy!"

"Come here, a few of you, take him away!"

Herlock couldn't be bothered to persuade him anymore. This was just a lunatic; he probably suffered from some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder, leading to mental derangement.

According to this person's file, it was highly likely; he had spent a long time in a war zone, which matched up.

Soon, several burly men rushed out from the security room nearby, grabbing Silk and dragging him toward the elevator.

"No! I'm not crazy, I'm not sick."

"Plug his mouth! I think he needs to be quiet for a while!"

Following Herlock's order, a sweat towel used for training was quickly stuffed into Silk's mouth.

"Mmm-mm-mm-mm~"

It wasn't just Silk who was dragged away, but also his several companions. This group of people was quickly dragged into the elevator one by one with towels stuffed in their mouths and sent to the medical room.

Watching the elevator doors close, Herlock shook his head.

"Why does the Tech Company accept just anyone? Even lunatics like this get in. Lunatics always like to say they aren't lunatics. I used to think that was just in the movies, but it seems it's real."

Herlock chuckled and shook his head; to him, this was just an insignificant little interlude.

As for what would happen to Silk, there were only two possibilities: either the check-up showed a mild condition that could be suppressed or cured with medication, or the second, he would be sent directly to be a test subject.

He glanced again at the Asian person Silk had pointed at. After watching for a while, he really couldn't find anything unusual, so he chuckled, shook his head, and walked into the security room nearby.

At this moment, Li Changsheng finally cast his gaze over.

He had noticed the anomaly at the elevator entrance earlier; it seemed someone had been watching him, but after carefully distinguishing, he found they were all unfamiliar faces, and he didn't know them.

"Strange people. Could it be that the upper management of the Tech Company is already paying attention to me? It looks like it's necessary to control the rhythm of my performance. I still haven't found the target person, so I should keep a low profile for now."

Li Changsheng shook his head. He felt he should control himself during the physical tests later, but as for the arena tournament in three days, he could perform a bit more prominently.

"Genentech seems to have a large amount of funding from US capital, but their research is a bottomless pit. Otherwise, they wouldn't value fighting talent so much. For those who can help them make money, they don't seem to mind letting them live a little longer."

He had noticed this earlier; a Wan Qianhe had stayed here for a whole year without anything happening to him.

And according to the chatting he had just done with a group of Martial Masters, those with good Kung Fu, such as Master Huo Yude, had already been here for two months and were still doing fine.

Chen Youcai had been here for three months, same thing. Besides them, there were seven or eight others who had been here for over a month.

Apart from these people, the rest had been here for less than a month.

"According to Chen Youcai's description, it seems that the old-timers who disappeared from here were said by the Tech Company to have gone back to their home countries, while some died in the arena... Besides these, there is no third possibility. If that's the case..."

Li Changsheng rubbed his chin, unable to stop shaking his head.

"It really is a flesh-and-blood workshop. Does it mean that one must either become a test subject or die in the arena while making money for the Tech Company?"

As for the claim about going back to their home countries, because he knew the true situation of this Tech Company, Li Changsheng didn't believe it at all.

If that were really the case, then Genentech wouldn't be doing genetics; they'd be running a charity.

"But, have I met those few people just now? They seemed very afraid of me."

Suddenly thinking of that group of people earlier, Li Changsheng tried to recall, but still had no impression. He could only shake his head, stop thinking about it, and began to constantly weave between various Martial Masters, observing or exchanging their martial arts.

In fact, Li Changsheng had indeed never seen Silk, because at that time he was completely killing with his eyes closed using Listening Energy; it would be a miracle if he could have seen his face.

The reason Silk recognized Li Changsheng was because he had glanced back while fleeing and happened to see Li Changsheng's profile.

And this had become the face he saw in his nightmares every day for the past while; it would be a miracle if the impression weren't deep.

As for Silk's brothers, they hadn't seen it, but seeing their boss say that, they naturally understood who that 'sir' was.

He walked around, exchanging ideas almost all the time. For the whole afternoon, Li Changsheng didn't train much, just kept exchanging ideas or having simple non-contact bouts.

And the gains were significant.

[Host has completed the Path of the Grandmaster branch task, Southern Fist Great Master, Stage One: Master at least five Southern Fists! Current progress 5/5 (Turtle-Ox Fist) (Duck Fist) (Nanzhi Fist) (Tai Xu Fist) (Boat Fist)]

In one afternoon, Li Changsheng relied on constant exchanges to directly max out the first stage of Southern Fist Great Master.

"It's quite simple for me. The System solidifies memory, and with constant sparring and asking for advice, with my current vision, I learn quite fast. However, this mastery is only preliminary, equivalent to understanding the basics."

Li Changsheng muttered to himself. This afternoon, he first walked around, and then focused on Chen Youcai.

Secondly, Boat Fist is also a good fist technique, and it is very unique. Why is it unique?

Because the vast majority of fist styles rely on footwork coordination; after all, 'hands are two doors, and the feet are what hit people,' and many fist styles are practiced within this framework.

But this Boat Fist is unique precisely because of this point, because its footwork can be described as non-existent.