Four days later, the warehouse is supervised.

As soon as it was dawn, Chen She got up from the bed and went to brush her teeth and wash her face.

When passing Jiao Tao, he slammed his head a few times and said, "Old Jiao, get up quickly. My blood is already boiling. I need to fight. I want to fight..."

"Get out!" Jiao Tao covered his head with a quilt and said irritably: "I'm itchy and hit the wall."

After four days, he hasn't slept for a long time.

Every day, I got sore all over my body. I lay in bed at night, tossing and turning so hard that I couldn't sleep.

Finally, I was in the middle of the night, and I was sleepy and suppressed the pain and could barely fall asleep.

After less than two hours of sleep, Chen She got up and started to make trouble, starting a new day of hard life.

"That won't work. The wall won't fight back, and it won't work out." Chen She shook her head and said.

"Damn! Are you not sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy." Chen She said with a full energy: "Although I feel a little uncomfortable, I am extremely energetic. I don't get up early and I feel uncomfortable all over."

"You are sick, mentally ill!" Jiao Tao cursed.

Chen She did not refute, and he felt something was wrong.

He sleeps less every night than Jiao Tao, and he dreams when he falls asleep. The content of the dream has almost no change, and it has always been those scenes.

The only change is the scene in the dream, which has become increasingly faded in recent days.

But his memory of those scenes became deeper and deeper.

It feels like the other person's memory fragments, or the soul fragments, are slowly being merged and absorbed by themselves.

The consequence is that you sleep less, your energy is extremely strong, and your memory is particularly good, and you are getting better every day.

Now, he can basically remember everything he sees.

Chen She can remember the fighting skills that Jiao Tao used in fighting once.

He can remember clearly how to use it, how to exert force, and how to angle it.

This terrifying memory has made his fighting level extremely rapidly improve. From the beginning, he had no power to fight back, to now he has attack and defense, and it seems to be similar, it only took three days.

This is also the reason why Jiao Tao is unwilling to fight him again. He thought it was a sandbag, but who would have wanted to become a training partner?

We are not friends, so why do we suffer from the pain and help us improve our strength?

After a few words of conversation between the two, Huang San got up quickly, ran to the toilet, squeezed toothpaste and handed it to Chen She.

Chen She took the toothbrush and brushed it a few times. Huang San had already collected the water and put it to his hands.

After Chen She finished rinsing her mouth and washing her face, Huang San handed over the towel early.

"You damn it, you're really a good material for serving people." Chen She smiled and cursed, curiously: "Huang San, what are you doing outside?"

"I used to be a machete team. I encountered something in the past two years and stopped washing my hands. Now I'm just lying on the street."

"What's the machete team?" Chen She asked.

"It's just a special person to cut people."

"You are really a gangster? Why are you so cowardly?" Chen She said in surprise.

Huang San looked at Chen She, then Jiao Tao, and said silently in his heart: "I'm not afraid, but I'm afraid of death."

"Oh..." Fu Guosheng was woken up by them, rubbed his eyebrows, leaned against the wall, and said, "The machete team is different from what you think of, the gangsters who grab territory and fight with a watermelon knife. The discipline and coordination are much higher. They collect money and do things professionally. If the price is high, it will be fine to cut hands and feet, or even kill them directly."

"It's between a thug and a killer." Chen She summarized according to his own understanding, and then told Huang San: "The income in this industry is not low, why don't you do it?"

"The income is okay." Huang San nodded first, then shook his head and said, "But the risk is too great, and it is easy to lose his life when kicking the iron plate."

"What's going on, tell me." Chen She knew something was inside when he heard his tone and asked.

"It's nothing, I just met a ruthless person." Huang San recalled briefly and said: "Two years ago, the company received a big order and chose twenty or thirty good people to go to other places to kill people.

The target is only one person, a student in his twenties, looking ordinary.

At that time, there was an ambush set up in a small alley, with more than a dozen sword hands at each end, blocking the man in the middle.

After blocking people, we all thought it was stable. Unexpectedly, the man was not afraid at all. He picked up a bamboo pole for drying clothes and took the initiative to meet him.

As soon as we met, two of us lay down here, and one of our eyes was knocked out.

After a moment of dazed, two more lay down.

The brothers on the right just surrounded him, and half of them fell to the left.

Two groups of people had more than twenty knives, and with the attacks from front and back, the several good players who rushed in front were almost dead, but they only cut off his bamboo pole.

Everyone knows that I have an advantage, which is that I am more aware of the current affairs. When I see this situation, I immediately shouted, "Brothers, let's go together and fight him!"

Then, turn around and run away.

Fortunately, I ran quickly, and later I found out that most of the people who went there were killed or injured, and they were unable to keep the people.

When I got back, the company was ruined, and the final payment for the dog day was not paid..."

"It's true, bamboo pole against machete, are you making a movie?" Chen She said unbelievably.

"It should be true. It is difficult to find a martial artist who can fight over twenty or so swordsmen alone, but after breaking through, there are still many martial arts masters who can do it." Fu Guosheng said.

"Chuan Wu?" Chen She said in surprise: "Is there really a martial arts master in this world who fights more than twenty?"

"There is definitely some, but most people cannot get in touch with it." Fu Guosheng replied.

"So Iron Sand Palm Room's Chinese technique is true?"

"..." Fu Guosheng was dull for a moment and said, "I haven't practiced the iron sand palm, but the effect of the art in the room is not very good."

Seeing that Fu Guosheng suddenly felt a little depressed, Chen She stopped annoying him and turned to Huang San and said, "I didn't expect you to be a professional. Come on, let's practice."

Huang San: "..."

Two minutes later, Chen She had no choice but to stop.

After Huang San was punched, he immediately squatted down with his head in his arms and let him beat him, and never fight back. The training effect is no different from fighting against the wall.

"Get up, get up." Chen She kicked him speechlessly.

"Brother, don't you practice?" Huang San asked secretly through the gap in his arms.

"If you don't fight back, what can I do?"

"Brother, didn't you say you wanted to be the same as the actual combat? We had to hold our heads and squat down with our actual combat?" Huang Sanzhen said with a word.

"What you said is quite reasonable." Chen She nodded, approving his explanation, then changed his mind, pointed to the prisoners on the left bed, and said, "In this way, let's change the practice method, you go together."

"Brother She, no, no, I have never fought since I was a child."

"Brother She, I'm highly myopic..."

"Brother She, I have a bad heart..."

Before Huang San could speak, the group of prisoners on the left side refused.

A bunch of waste!

Chen She scratched her head, what should I do this time? Jiao Tao couldn't get up, Huang San didn't cooperate, and the other prisoners were all soft-legged shrimps.

You can't beat Lao Fu and force Jiao Tao to do it, right?

Is this OK, not?

Chen She thought for a moment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed and asked Huang San: "Do you still remember the process of hitting you twenty or so?"

"Remember." Huang San nodded and said, "I often have nightmares and can't forget them."

"That's good, show it according to the situation at that time."

"Display? How to display?" Huang San said in confusion.

"You play yourself, I play that master. They..." Chen She pointed to the other prisoners and said, "They play the other swordsmen, and practiced according to the specific situation at that time. Don't worry, if you don't really fight, it's like making a movie..."

"Brother She." A prisoner raised his hand and said, "I...I've been in Hengdian, can I..."

"Okay, you are the director, responsible for coordinating and commanding..."

Three hours later.

"The 13th scene of "Street Fight", the first shot, the first action." Chen She appointed director, with his hands gestured with the camera, half-squatted aside and shouted.

In the frame of finger gestures, Chen She stood in the middle, with enemies in front of her and behind her, and four or five corpses were lying under her feet.

As the director's words began, everyone immediately started to move.

Chen She threw the bamboo pole that was broken into two pieces towards the enemy's face, then rubbed the two blades sideways, bullied the enemy's arms closer, and clamped the enemy's arms on both sides.

"Crack, Crack." The two prisoners immediately cooperated and made a sound of an arm fracture.

Then, Chen She bumped and pushed, and the two enemies flew out.

Just after the two in front were dealt with, two more swordsmen came from behind.

Chen She had a sharp shorter body as if he had eyes on the back of his head, dodged two long swords, and then poked backwards like guns.

The elbows were right at the heart of the two of them, and then the hem of their arms slapped the crotch of their two of them with a pair of iron palms.

"Puff, puff." The two of them dubbed eggs and then they screamed and fell to the ground.

"Ka, this one has passed, prepare for the next one..." the director shouted.
Chapter completed!