Chapter 388: 【159】The one secretly peeking, who are you?_5
Two helmeted men sat on a motorcycle, and the one at the back was clutching a woman’s handbag, clearly just snatched.
"Biker gang?" Wang Longhu wondered.
He had seen a lot about motorcycle robbery in Hong Kong films during his childhood, but witnessing it in reality was a first.
As the motorcycle whizzed past him, Wang Longhu was about to intervene when Daoist Tianle leapt into action first.
He leaped forward and stood firmly right in front of the motorcycle, his arms outstretched with no intention of dodging.
"Get lost! Or I’ll run you over!"
The rider was dumbfounded at this sight. He had seen acts of heroism before, but never someone so fearless of death.
If he didn’t brake, crashing into Daoist Tianle could send him flying, which would be a serious incident, way more severe than theft.
Faced with this threat, Daoist Tianle wasn’t fazed at all, standing his ground as if rooted in place.
Wang Longhu looked on calmly, unfazed by Daoist Tianle’s actions.
As a Daoist priest, Tianle surely had a kind heart; otherwise, he wouldn’t have thought of leaving the mountain to travel and help people in the first place.
And as a transformed human, though Daoist Tianle couldn’t withstand a tank as ferociously as a level 10 transformed human with released muscles,
he could handle a motorcycle with ease, and even Wang Longhu thought a motorcycle was too trivial.
At the very least, it should be a heavy truck.
Seeing about to collide, the gang rider braced himself. At this speed, avoiding would make it impossible to control the motorcycle’s balance.
So, he could only attempt to hit Daoist Tianle away.
He twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle accelerated, crashing directly into Daoist Tianle’s chest.
"Ah!!!"
Many bystanders nearby closed their eyes in fear, afraid to witness a grisly scene that would scar them for life.
But in an instant, Daoist Tianle grasped the motorcycle’s handlebars, his hands flipping it in opposite directions with a twist and a lift.
The motorcycle had no chance to resist, being effortlessly tossed aside.
Wang Longhu’s eyes sparkled; it was the Wudang Tai Chi technique of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds. Despite Tianle’s years of madness, his skills were still sharp.
The two bikers tumbled to the ground, helmets protecting them from serious harm, yet they lay there in pain, unable to rise.
Soon a middle-aged woman rushed over, grabbed her bag from one of the bikers, and patted her chest with relief.
Then, she angrily kicked the fallen bikers a couple of times, venting her frustration over the bag theft.
"Wow, wow, wow!"
"That uncle is so cool! How did he do that? He just tossed such a heavy motorcycle and two people aside with a flick of his hand."
"Is this true Kung Fu?"
The entire event was filmed by bystanders on the street, accompanied by gasps of astonishment.
With today’s internet reach, Daoist Tianle’s deed would become nationwide news on Douyin in less than half an hour.
"Daoist Tianle, can’t you be a bit more low-key? Let’s go, quickly, or it’ll be trouble if we’re surrounded."
Wang Longhu hurriedly ushered Tianle away, grabbing Coki’s wrist, and they quickly fled the scene.
In today’s viral age, someone as impressive as Daoist Tianle shouldn’t flaunt their skills openly.
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Guangdong Province, Dongwan City, at a car repair shop.
A group of mechanics was busy with a newly arrived, totaled car, while in a corner, a white-haired youth sat astride a worn sofa, engrossed in a PS5 game with a controller in hand.
Suddenly, a man in a baseball cap rushed in from the outside, squatting beside the white-haired youth and whispered, "Boss, two of the guys were just caught."
The white-haired youth, with a Red Apple cigarette in his mouth, looked indifferent: "Caught is caught. They couldn’t even handle a simple money grab; they’re worthless to keep around."
"Boss, I suggest you take a look at this. This time it wasn’t a simple slip-up; it could be the Martial Arts Association sending someone to investigate us."
The baseball cap man opened the Douyin app on his phone, swiped to a video, and handed it over.
The white-haired youth took a glance, his expression turned serious: "Using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, a Wudang Daoist, huh. This strength is equivalent to five or six horses,
the Martial Arts Association doesn’t have such experts; he must be from the National Martial Arts Department. Looks like we’ve finally hooked a big fish."
"So, what should we do next?"
"Keep causing trouble. If you pay, someone will do the work for us. The mainland has a lot of people, many are poor, as long as they’re paid enough, they’ll be happy to earn without caring what we’re actually up to,
also, hurry and find that guy who made a move, I’ll handle him myself. If someone from the National Martial Arts Department falls here, it could cause even more chaos, right?" The white-haired youth puffed smoke and continued his game.
"Got it."
Daoist Tianle’s act of kindness didn’t significantly impact Wang Longhu’s group’s activities.
These days, a change of clothes and a cap can render someone unrecognizable to the general public, unless you have a distinctively unique appearance.