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"Go and be an undercover agent. From now on, if you have a single-line contact with Sir Huang, if he thinks you are fine, then you will be fine. Do you understand what I mean?"

This was the penultimate sentence that Uncle Feng left before leaving.

He did not pursue the matter of Xiao Zhang's forty-three broken legs because he was afraid of stimulating Xiao Zhang's rebellious mentality and was unwilling to be an undercover agent.

As for whether Xiao Zhang will become a real bad guy if he becomes an undercover agent?

For Uncle Feng, this is actually a trial.

So before he returned to Dongpingzhou, his last words to Xiao Zhang were: "As long as you can perform meritorious service and become a police officer again, I will teach you the kung fu you want to learn."

"What kind of kung fu?"

Both Li Sir and Huang Sir were extremely curious, but Uncle Feng ignored them.

Xiao Zhang, who knew the answer, actually wanted to tell Li Sir and Huang Sir that what Uncle Feng was talking about was not Kung Fu at all, but the Maoshan Taoism of corpse refining.

But even if he really said it, these two people wouldn't believe it.

It's like no one believes or can imagine that Xiao Zhang, who looks exactly like a normal person but is better at fighting, is actually a zombie.

In Sir Li's office, Xiao Zhang, who had just taken a shower and changed back into his original clothes, sat there with his legs crossed and started drinking tea.

Huang Sir glanced at Li Sir and signaled Li Sir to leave first. When it came to the specific undercover plan, even Li Sir couldn't hear too much.

Li Sir did not leave, but asked curiously: "What is that family martial arts that your uncle mentioned? The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? Or the Tathagata Divine Palm?"

Huang Sir also became curious and looked at Xiao Zhang with burning eyes.

"Iron Crotch Kung Fu."

Xiao Zhang gave an answer without any hesitation.

"Iron crotch skill?"

"What's so strange about this? There are still people in the Flying Tigers who know how to wear golden bells and iron cloth shirts. They are not afraid even without guns."

Iron shirt with golden bell cover?

Invulnerable?

Xiao Zhang frowned slightly, the martial arts inheritance in this world was more powerful than he expected.

But it’s normal to think about it. Maoshan Taoism and demons and monsters are real. What’s so strange about the existence of martial arts?

Didn’t I just beat a person who knew Wing Chun?

"Iron Crotch Kung Fu is not unusual, but my Iron Crotch Kung Fu is different."

"What's the difference?"

"My Iron Crotch Kung Fu can be done up and down, left, right, left, right, front and back."

"???"

"???"

Xiao Zhang sighed.

"We are all men. Don't tell me that you two don't understand what up, down, left, right, and left mean."

With this sentence as a reminder, both Li Sir and Huang Sir understood and were immediately shocked.

It's already amazing that ordinary people can control up and down, but there are still people who can control left and right?

But doubts suddenly arise.

Sir Li asked puzzledly: "I can imagine up and down, left and right, but what kind of moves are the front and back? Can't you do this when you move your butt?"

Xiao Zhang laughed twice and asked, "Have you seen Journey to the West?"

Sir Li stood up suddenly, almost knocking over the tea tray on his desk.

"You mean... Ruyi Golden Cudgel?"

Xiao Zhang nodded.

Sir Li took a deep breath and said, "Sir Huang, I'll leave it to you. I have something else to do, so go ahead and remember to lock the door of my office."

Seeing Li Sir leaving in a hurry, Huang Sir actually wanted to leave because he knew exactly what Li Sir was going to do.

Besides Uncle Zhui Feng, what else is so important?

However, Sir Huang does not like Sir Li, because even Xiao Zhang, the last bloodline of the Xiao family, has to make unimaginable efforts to learn this skill - working as an undercover agent.

So why is Sir Li, an outsider?

It's better to build a good relationship with Xiao Zhang, train Xiao Zhang to be an excellent undercover agent, and then return to the police force after he has merit.

At that time, it would be logical for me, as my immediate leader, to get the secret book of "Iron Crotch Kung" from Xiao Zhang.

Thinking of this, a kind smile appeared on Huang Sir's face.

"Being an undercover agent is not as difficult as you think. In fact, as long as you stick to your heart, you will be more comfortable than being a police officer."

It’s easy to say, so why don’t you do it?

If Uncle Feng hadn't wanted to see Huang Sir's judgment of him, Xiao Zhang would have gotten into a fight by now.

Just because he wants to be an undercover agent doesn't mean that he is willing to be an undercover agent under Sir Huang. Judging from his appearance, he is not a good person.

"I just joined the police academy and you sent me as an undercover agent. Do you think criminals are idiots?"

Sir Huang explained very patiently: "Actually, more than half of those who graduate from the police academy but fail to become police officers every year go to join the gangs. You don't need to worry about this. Because among the 5.7 million people in Hong Kong who have ID cards, , there are at least 200,000 people hanging out in gangs, and there are probably tens of thousands of people without ID cards. They are either hanging out in gangs, or they are not clear with the gangs."

Is it so confusing?

No wonder you were wearing a police uniform, but I didn't feel the slightest bit of oppression.

Xiao Zhang slandered and then asked: "If I am an undercover agent, I will definitely break the law. What should I say about this matter?"

Sir Huang pondered for a moment and replied: "We have a special bill that allows undercover agents to carry out criminal activities within a certain range. As long as you do not become a real criminal, you will not be held accountable afterwards."

"Haha..." Xiao Zhang sneered twice: "So, the final right of interpretation belongs to you? Then I shouldn't be an undercover agent."

This is not okay. If you are not an undercover agent, how can I learn "Iron Crotch Kung Fu"?

Sir Huang said in a more conciliatory manner: "It's not on me, but on yourself. Again, as long as you stick to your heart, even if you commit some minor crimes, it won't be a big problem."

"Small crime?"

Xiao Zhang continued to sneer.

"Then let me ask you, if I go to work as an undercover agent, and dozens of young and Dangerous men come to kill me with knives or even guns, and I kill them with my backhand, is it considered self-defense, or is it considered intentional homicide in a group fight? Woolen cloth?"

"You can run. You are in good physical condition. They shouldn't be able to catch you when you run."

"Run? If I run away whenever something happens, how can I get ahead? If I can't get ahead, how can I get you information and evidence so that you can arrest people and get promoted?"

"You can break their legs, just like you did in school."

"Those people in school wanted to beat me, so I just broke their legs. But what I said was that the Young and Dangerous boys were coming to kill me. I'm telling you this, I will kill whoever wants to kill me. .”

Sir Huang was silent.

He wanted to say that he shouldn't kill people, but putting himself in his shoes, he really didn't know how to solve the problem raised by Xiao Zhang.

but……

"Xiao Zhang, can you stop being so stupid? You are already 18 years old and can think like an adult. If I say something and you say something, don't you really understand what I mean?"

Of course I understand.

But the ugly words will come first.

Xiao Zhang's tone also softened slightly.

"Sir Huang, I can help you, but if you can't protect me, then tell me, why should I help you?"

"You are not doing things for me, you are doing things to help protect the lives and property of the 5.7 million people in Hong Kong, and even fight international crimes, and do things for the whole world."

"No matter who I'm working for, you have to let me have no worries, right?"

"Well..." Sir Huang took a deep breath and said, "There must always be a bottom line."

Xiao Zhang laughed.

"Sir Huang, a great man once said: Be as ruthless to your enemies as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves, and be as warm to your friends as spring. In addition to friends, I will add good people and innocent people, and use this as my What do you think of the lofty moral principles in my heart and my standards of conduct...?"

Sir Huang didn't dare to argue or say anything bad.

"good!"