Zhou Zichen took a deep breath, hitting someone with a stick was quite painful.
What Zhou Zichen didn't know was that if an adult hit his hand with such force with a stick, it would be easy to break bones, swell, and bruise. He just felt a burst of pain that was several times beyond the physical ability of ordinary people.
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Zhou Zichen waved his hands and muttered: "You are finished, it hurts so much, I have to cripple you!"
While Zhou Zichen was talking, the two of them were cooperating to dodge and attack, and they were still practicing. It seemed that their fighting ability was not weak.
Zhou Zichen's combat ability basically relies on his strength, speed, resistance to blows, and his eyesight that are much higher than ordinary people.
Now Zhou Zichen discovered that people who have learned fighting professionally still have a lot of advantages. In the blink of an eye, although he punched the opponent twice and made both of them happy, Zhou Zichen also received an extra stick on his back.
"It seems I still have to find time to learn how to fight!" Zhou Zichen sighed while moving his body.
The two masked men were also secretly surprised. Zhou Zichen had obviously never learned fighting, but his dodge and timing were just right, almost exquisite, and he was much better than them.
But Zhou Zichen's biggest flaw is that he doesn't know fighting skills, the correct way to use force, and the angle at which to attack me.
"Are you Jiedin and Franklin?" Zhou Zichen said while moving his hands.
The two of them didn't seem too surprised that Zhou Zichen could guess it was them. One of them said, "So what if it's us? You can't stop us."
"Then give it a try!" After Zhou Zichen said that, he rushed forward.
Franklin and Jieding came forward at the same time, swinging their sticks up and down, attacking Zhou Zichen's chest and lower abdomen.
Zhou Zichen saw that there were more than ten people, reached out with one hand, and grabbed the swinging stick that attacked his chest, twisting his waist to avoid the other one.
"Pa..."
Zhou Zichen successfully grabbed the stick, but when the stick hit his palm, he felt a sharp pain. For an ordinary person, all the bones in his hand would have been broken.
Zhou Zichen endured the pain and exerted force on his hand. Franklin's strength was no match for Zhou Zichen's, and Zhou Zichen snatched the stick away from him.
"Pa..."
There was a crisp sound, and Zhou Zichen's waist hurt. Although he avoided Jieding's first attack, Jieding quickly adjusted and slapped Zhou Zichen hard.
Zhou Zichen couldn't help but take a breath again, but he lost his temper, swung the stick and hit Jie Ding hard on the shoulder.
"Pa..."
"Click..."
There was a sound of bones breaking, and Jie Ding was knocked to the ground by the stick. Jianbo covered himself and wailed.
When Franklin saw something was wrong, he wanted to run away from the side. Zhou Zichen grabbed his hood and pulled hard. The hood was torn off, and Franklin took a step back.
Franklin was alone, still with bare hands. Even if he had practiced fighting, he was still no match for Zhou Zichen, so he kept retreating.
Zhou Zichen strode towards Franklin: "I told you I would cripple you!"
Franklin had retreated to the corner, and there was no place to retreat. He roared and punched Zhou Zichen.
Zhou Zichen grabbed Franklin's fist and slapped him with his backhand: "This is the price you pay for stealing!"
"Pa..."
Franklin had two of his teeth knocked out.
"This is the price you pay for not following etiquette and making noises!"
"Pa..."
Three more teeth flew out.
"This is the price you pay for beating me!"
"Pa..."
"This is the price you pay for not treating people well!"
"Pa..."
After five or six consecutive slaps, half of Franklin's teeth were knocked out. His mouth was full of blood. He was already a little confused and could hardly stand.
Zhou Zichen let go of Franklin, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Zhou Zichen walked up to Jieding. Jieding was feeling better now, at least no longer wailing like before.
"What do you want to steal?" Zhou Zichen squatted in front of Jieding.
Jieding said nothing.
Zhou Zichen ripped off his hood: "I'll count to three, and if you don't tell me, I'll whip you. It's not easy to whip you, so I'll help you sit up first!"
Zhou Zichen said and helped Jieding to the corner and sat down: "Are you ready?"
Jieding looked at Zhou Zichen without fear: "I won't tell you."
"It looks like it's ready!" Zhou Zichen nodded with satisfaction: "Three!"
"Pa..."
Zhou Zichen slapped Ji Ding so hard that he was stunned, and there was blood in his mouth.
Zhou Zichen asked again: "Say or not?"
"Where is one?" Jie Ding was unwilling to give in. Although he had not planned to say it in the first place, how could anyone directly count to three?
Zhou Zichen looked like what you said made sense: "Yes, let's change it this time. I'll count from three to one. If you don't tell me, I'll whip you."
"one"
"Pa..."
Another slap, and something flew far out of Jieding's mouth, probably a tooth.
"Say?" Zhou Zichen asked, looking into Jieding's eyes. Zhou Zichen saw fear and fear in Jieding's eyes, as well as a kind of hesitation.
"It looks like it's almost done!" Zhou Zichen thought to himself and picked up the stick on the side: "This time we slap the face with the stick. I'll count to three!"
"I said it, I said it!" Jie Ding shouted quickly. He didn't believe that Zhou Zichen could count three times. He might have just counted "three" without giving anyone a chance to react.
The most important thing is that if this thing is slapped behind the neck, with a little more force, it is likely to be fatal. He doesn't want to die yet.
Zhou Zichen was very satisfied with Jieding's reaction: "Okay, then what do you want to steal?"
Jieding's Chinese language was not good to begin with. He was slapped twice by Zhou Zichen, and his whole mouth swelled up: "We are going to take..."
"Pa..."
Zhou Zichen slapped him again: "It's stealing!"
Jieding nodded quickly: "Steal...steal, we want to steal Wu Daozi's "Xuan Yuan Zhen" scroll."
Zhou Zichen knows that there is a treasure in the museum that is not usually displayed, and that is this painting "Xuan Yuan Zhen". There are not many paintings by Wu Daozi that exist in the world, and any painting is priceless and valuable.
Hundreds of millions.
"You guys are pretty good at stealing!" Zhou Zichen sneered.
Jie Ding did not dare to reply for fear of being beaten.
Zhou Zichen did not slap them again and threw away the stick. Wang Changlin happened to run in with a dozen security guards, followed by five or six reporters.
As soon as Wang Changlin came in and saw the two people on the ground, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Although he knew that Guan Qingwen had already changed the password at Zhou Zichen's instruction, it was still uneasy not to see the scene.
"Zichen, are you okay?" Wang Changlin asked with concern.
Zhou Zichen felt a little moved. Wang Changlin's first sentence was not to ask if anything in the warehouse was okay, but to ask himself: "Nothing is okay. How is the situation outside?"
"Everything is in chaos. According to the information you gave me, we won the game. They still wanted to argue. It happened that Director Guan received the news from the two security guards and immediately secretly arranged for people to control the two foreigners first. At the same time,
We also called the police. Unexpectedly, those two foreigners were really good at fighting and injured more than 20 security guards. Fortunately, there were many security guards at today's exchange meeting." Wang Changlin explained the situation outside in a few words.
When Zhou Zichen was about to speak, the reporters following him had already gathered around him: "Master Xiao Zhou, did you subdue these two gangsters?"
"Master Xiao Zhou, I heard from the two security guards who notified Director Guan that it was you who asked them to notify them, and it was you who discovered that something was wrong. How did you find out?"
"Master Xiao Zhou..."
Before Zhou Zichen could answer a question, other reporters asked questions one after another.
Wang Changlin was very experienced in such scenes and quickly stopped all the reporters: "Everyone asks one question, each one asks one question. We will answer all other matters together later. Things here still need to be dealt with. The police will come later."
Already."
These reporters also knew the situation. Wang Changlin was right. They were very lucky to be able to interview Zhou Zichen as soon as possible.
Then came the questions from all the reporters, and five or six questions were answered. Although the reporters still wanted to ask, Wang Changlin had already begun to politely advise everyone to go out first. This is a warehouse area after all.
After the reporters left, the security guards also restrained Franklin and Jedin.
When Zhou Zichen and others escorted Franklin and Jieding out, it was almost a mess outside, and many things were broken. Fortunately, there was an exchange meeting here, so there were no antiques. As for the antiques brought out for competition, they were all fine.
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As soon as Zhou Zichen came out, everyone stood up and applauded enthusiastically. The reporter wanted to come up to ask questions, but was blocked by the security guard, so he had to give up and start taking pictures from a distance.
The masters standing on the side wanted to come up and ask Zhou Zichen how he found out that there was something wrong with these four people, but they were stopped by Guan Qingwen: "Everyone will ask again later. Master Xiao Zhou was injured when he subdued the two thieves. We
Let Master Xiao Zhou take care of the wound first."
Zhou Zichen actually had no problem walking. His palms were slightly swollen after being hit with a stick, but no one noticed. Even Wang Changlin didn't notice any injuries on Zhou Zichen. Only Guan Qingwen noticed. It seemed that he
Being able to be a curator does have your own merits.
Zhou Zichen was injured, and no one was too embarrassed to ask any more questions. Guan Qingwen quickly arranged for a doctor to bandage Zhou Zichen's wound.
Although Zhou Zichen's injuries looked a bit serious, with swelling all over his body, the injuries were not serious and the inflammation would be cured. However, these were photographed by the reporters and became the headlines of the day's news.
After the police arrived, Zhou Zichen made a note, and Guan Qingwen handled all the rest. Zhou Zichen, Wang Changlin and his group left the museum early on the excuse of being injured.
The incident at the museum became the hottest news in Jiangdong City that day, and was even discussed across the country. Various reports about Zhou Zichen appeared in newspapers and on the Internet.
"The youngest antique master in China subdued a thieving gangster with his bare hands and was seriously injured."
"This is the real master, capable of both literary and martial arts!"
"China's integrity, China's pride!"
Articles like this were immediately overwhelming, and were even more popular than some entertainment gossip news.