NOVEL WEB Chapter 82 Simulation: Subdue
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The gangster who Wang Chao had hit flew out even faster.
Sun Shisheng caught him from behind, dispelling the force and skillfully resetting the broken ribs before setting him aside.
If left unattended, this guy would likely meet the King of Hell.
[All expenses paid!]
"Ease up on the strength," Sun Shisheng reminded.
"Got it," Wang Chao replied.
Wang Chao had also realized that he had grown slightly stronger recently, so he only used a fraction of his strength.
Even so, it was more than enough for these gangsters.
Combined with the fighting techniques he learned from Sun Shisheng, like grappling and using the opponent's force against them, his excitement surged in the fight.
But these thugs couldn't take much of a beating.
In less than three minutes, the rest of the gangsters were also beaten down.
"You guys really can't take a punch," Wang Chao said with his hands spread, somewhat disdainfully.
"Mercy, hero, mercy!"
"Please spare us, noble warrior!"
Though these gangsters were battered and bruised, none of their internal organs were damaged, and the one with broken ribs had been fixed by Sun Shisheng and would recover with some rest.
Therefore, Liang was the first to concede defeat.
If they couldn't win, wasn't it okay to admit loss?
"From now on, we'll listen to you!" Liang hastily promised.
"Get up, let those who are seriously injured go to the hospital to get checked, and the rest of you, come with me," Sun Shisheng, leading Wang Chao, beckoned the gangsters toward the stadium's spectator stands.
Sun Shisheng and Wang Chao sat in the highest seats, while the others stood below.
"Um, Sun... no, Sun, can we go now?" Liang asked obsequiously.
"Are you saying you don't want to see me?"
"No!" Liang quickly shook his head, "It's just, I'm afraid my scarred face might frighten you, Sun."
"Do you often collect protection money?" Sun Shisheng brought up another matter.
"That's a matter of mutual consent," Liang said, his mouth twitching in defense.
"Go apologize to each and every shop, and return the money—all of it," Sun Shisheng commanded. "As for this 1,200 yuan, consider it our fee for educating you."
Liang was reluctant. "We can apologize, but returning the money..."
"Hmm?"
Suddenly gripped by fear, Liang and the others quickly affirmed, "We will return it, for sure!"
Despite his trepidation, Liang pressed, "But if we don't do this, we have nothing else to do. We've been in jail, and no decent workplace will hire us."
"I'll find a way when the time comes," Sun Shisheng stood up, handed the 1,200 yuan to Wang Chao, and led the large group of gangsters toward the first shop.
When the shop owner saw the crowd, he thought they had come to collect protection money again, but it turned out they were there to return it.
Even though it was far less than what he'd paid, this was unprecedented.
Just then, the sound of police sirens filled the air.
Looking around, there were about four or five police cars.
A middle-aged police officer got out of the car, his demeanor resolute as he berated, "You damn scumbags, stirring up trouble again, arrest them all!"
"Captain Cao, you've got it all wrong this time," Liang immediately defended, "We didn't cause any trouble, we're trying to reform and are in the process of returning the money right now."
Captain Cao glanced at the fruit shop owner who, being honest, said, "They did return it, though it's a bit less."
"The sun must have risen in the west."
Captain Cao didn't believe these people could reform, but seeing their swollen faces and bruised noses, they must have been beaten into submission.
Then, he turned his gaze toward Sun Shisheng and Wang Chao.
These two, in their school uniforms, didn't match the style of the gangsters at all.
"Sun Shisheng?"
Captain Cao asked tentatively with furrowed brows.
Attending high school at nine, he had made waves across Jiangnan and been featured in the newspapers; the captain somewhat remembered him.
This year, he should be ten years old...
And this physique, really ten?
"It's me."
Sun Shisheng nodded, "We subdued these gangsters and are making them reform."
Captain Cao nodded in acknowledgment, "Take them all away."
"No! Captain Cao, we're doing a good deed here," Liang pleaded.
"I know, but with so many of you, it could cause public panic, and we will arrange for your actions at our end," Captain Cao looked meaningfully at Liang, "For now, come back with us to make a report."
With no other choice, Liang and the other gangsters agreed.
No one wanted to visit the police station.
"You two as well," Captain Cao pointed at Sun Shisheng and Wang Chao, "Get in the car."
The police car started and headed for the station.
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On the car, Wang Chao said, "Sun, we won't leave any criminal record, right?"
"No."
Sun Shisheng said, "We are doing good deeds, and besides, just now, in front of so many people, Cao said it was just to arrange actions at the station, he wouldn't lie."
Driving the car, Cao's face twitched as he said, "You can speak more quietly, there's no need for me to hear. Also, rest assured, there won't be any criminal record. We just want to understand your situation."
Upon entering the station, Cao first had someone take care of Liang, Guang, and the others, then personally took Sun Shisheng and Wang Chao to a separate interrogation room.
There were a row of blue wall-mounted public chairs, a large rectangular table in the center, and armchairs around it.
Cao poured three cups of tea, pulled out a chair, and sat down first, saying, "Sit, no need to be polite, have some tea."
Sun Shisheng sat down, with Wang Chao following and sitting beside him.
"Sun Shisheng, I've heard of you, beating up a bunch of hoodlums; you indeed have some skills." Cao had learned about Sun Shisheng's family background but didn't quite understand it.
Prodigies, not to mention foreign ones, also occasionally appear in our country.
But to grow up looking like this at such an age can only mean a unique talent.
And he had checked the surveillance footage from the gym; both the boy's martial arts and the skills of the kid by his side were not simple.
"It was just a piece of cake, hardly worth mentioning," Sun Shisheng said with a smile.
"Exactly," Wang Chao, emboldened by Sun Shisheng's words, added, "As they say, the greatest hero is the one who serves their country and people. Teaching them a lesson to correct their ways is our obligated duty."
Cao picked up his teacup, took a sip, let out a breath of hot air, and said, "Young man, it's a society governed by law now, don't resort to fighting, and remember to call the police in the future."
"Otherwise, you won't be able to avoid the responsibility for fighting and causing trouble."
Wang Chao was a bit unconvinced and looked at Sun Shisheng, hoping he would say something.
"Hmm, thank you for the advice, Captain Cao."
To Wang Chao's surprise, Sun Shisheng didn't talk back to Cao but instead went along with him.
"You are clever," Cao exclaimed, finding this ten-year-old kid much more mature than the sixteen or seventeen-year-old, "How about we have a little spar, what do you say?"
"That doesn't seem like a good idea," Wang Chao's eyes lit up with excitement—he hadn't had enough earlier and was eager to practice—"What if I accidentally hurt Officer Cao, would I need to compensate?"
"Come on, let's try." Cao stood up and asked casually, "Whom did you learn your martial arts from?"
Wang Chao glanced at Sun Shisheng, and upon seeing his nod, said, "I learned it from Sun."
"Oh?"
Cao looked at Sun Shisheng, "There are no calluses on your hands, so I presume the martial arts you both practice are not external but internal. Did you learn it from someone?"
Sun Shisheng said, "I figured it out myself."
"Figured it out?" Cao was surprised.
"That's right," Sun Shisheng said, "In this world, no one is qualified to be my master, so I took nature as my teacher and figured it out."
Cao opened his mouth but then closed it without a word.
That seemed a bit too far-fetched.
"You haven't seen it, Officer Cao, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist," Sun Shisheng said with a smile. "After all, martial arts have been passed down through generations, and there always needs to be someone who starts it, right?"
"You make sense."
Cao nodded but still scoffed at Sun Shisheng's claim.
Even if this kid is a genius, he couldn't possibly be that much of a genius.
"Come on!"
Cao looked at Wang Chao, intending to test this follower first: "Let me see your reaction speed and strength; I can give you some pointers." T*ex#t. a-cqu%i$red fr.o-m M@|V!|L@E@M$P#&+Y@R.
"Alrighty!"
Wang Chao's eyes gleamed as he stepped back five paces, then moved forward in two steps and unleashed a punch at Cao as if firing a cannon.
"What a fast speed!"
Cao was shocked and threw out a punch in response.
Crack!
Instantly, Cao stepped back several times, shaking his hand to fix his dislocated wrist, and said, "Good lad, you've got strength and firmness."
The sparring couldn't continue.
The boy's strength was too much, and even though Cao had more experience, a wild punch could still kill the master. If he got hit, even if he used his deflection techniques, it would likely result in serious injury.
When they fought the hoodlums, these two definitely held back.
They must know how to control their strength.
Realizing this, as Wang Chao threw another punch, Cao hastily said, "Okay, that's enough, no more fighting."
Wang Chao's punch stopped abruptly.
"No more fighting?"
He still felt unfinished, but since Officer Cao had said to stop, throwing another punch would be attacking an officer.
"Yes, no more," Officer Cao gave a thumbs-up, "True heroes come from the youth, who can't be judged by ordinary standards."
Afterward, Sun Shisheng and Wang Chao made a few records and then left.
Stepping out of the station's main entrance, Wang Chao said, "Officer Cao should have more experience than I do. That punch just now—I think I used about fifty percent strength. Ordinary people probably couldn't handle it, but he just dislocated his wrist and casually fixed it."
"It's pretty normal; after all, he's a police officer, he must have trained, and these days, although the world is becoming more stable, there are still many disputatious youths around."
"If he couldn't fight, he'd probably have been beaten to death by now."