"That’s a good idea," Liang Cunxiao said:
"Is there any other way?"
"If conditions allow, you can also practice Wing Chun and Eight Extremes Fist," Lin Yi suggested:
"Sandboxing and Mixed Martial Arts are straightforward attack methods, lacking some finesse. Eight Extremes Fist and Wing Chun can compensate for that disadvantage. If they can be combined, they might work wonders in progress fighting."
"Alright, I’ll go back and research it."
"If needed, I’ll bring back two people from Group One."
"That’s not possible, it would violate the rules."
Liang Cunxiao said:
"If other leaders hear that I’m cooking privately with the Central Guards Brigade people, they’ll definitely be unhappy. This rule cannot be broken."
"True."
"Let’s go, it’s about time. Let’s bathe the kid and go eat."
"Mhm."
"Commander, you’re leaving now," someone shouted in the team.
"What, haven’t you practiced enough? Want me to increase your workload?"
"No, no, mainly because your son-in-law is here, and we want to practice with him."
"Practice with him?" Liang Cunxiao laughed:
"Aren’t you afraid he’ll beat you to death?"
"Certainly not just by myself, we’d all go together, for learning and exchange, to see how much of a gap there is."
"I like you guys like this, knowing you’re lacking yet daring to charge ahead."
Liang Cunxiao laughed heartily:
"Prepare yourselves, 24 people in total. If you can last one minute, I’ll give you three days off."
"Really? Publicly going easy isn’t good, we’d feel embarrassed."
"Right, right, how about we change it to two minutes? Otherwise, the three-day leave would be unsettling."
"No changes. If you can last one minute, three days off; if not, starting tomorrow, a week of devil drilling. There’s still time to back out."
"Having said it all, we definitely can’t chicken out. Even if we can’t beat him, we’ll run around the field; he can’t catch us."
"A bunch of cowards," Liang Cunxiao scolded:
"Whoever runs is a deserter, pack up and get out immediately."
Everyone laughed, then began preparing.
Meanwhile, Zhou Ruicai approached them.
"What’s the relationship between that man and the commander? From what the commander said, he seems very strong."
"He’s the commander’s son-in-law, and not just strong — he’s strong to a certain extent, can easily beat us. There aren’t many people stronger than him."
"Is it really as exaggerated as you say?"
"We practiced with him before. Ten-plus men couldn’t beat one."
"That was before. I’ve taught you for over two months now, your level has improved significantly; the outcome won’t be the same as before," Zhou Ruicai said:
"Let me arrange a strategy, the problem shouldn’t be big."
"Right, right, we must arrange a strategy or else we’ll barely last one minute."
"Hmm?"
Zhou Ruicai glanced at the people surrounding him, "Your goal is to last one minute?"
"Otherwise? Do you really want us to beat him?"
"Why bother if you can’t beat him?" Zhou Ruicai cursed:
"I mean, come on, are you really men? So many against one, and your goal is to last a minute? No ambition at all."
"Boss, you don’t know how fierce he is, otherwise we wouldn’t be this cowardly."
"How strong could he be? He’s still a man with one nose, two eyes," Zhou Ruicai retorted:
"If he’s really that skilled, why doesn’t the commander hire him as an instructor, you bunch of cowards."
Everyone exchanged looks, thinking:
"We’re not qualified for his guidance."
"Alright, enough dawdling, clarify the goal — not to last one minute, but to beat him!" Zhou Ruicai said:
"I’ll now arrange it; you, 24 people, four people per group. Groups one to four surround him, while the other two groups seize opportunities and exploit weaknesses."
"Is this possible..."
"Seems a bit too much. We could let him use weapons, maybe with a two-minute limit."