107: 106 Special Training Results, a Sneaky Kick.
107: 106 Special Training Results, a Sneaky Kick.
In a dilapidated apartment building, Gao Yang paused, checked the door number to make sure he hadn’t made a mistake, and then he and Yelena entered the building.
Observing Gao Yang and Yelena enter the apartment, an old black man sitting at the entrance slowly said, “Please wait a moment, who are you looking for?”
Gao Yang stopped and said, “We’re looking for Mrs.
John Smith in Apartment 6A on the third floor.”
The old man, dressed in a security guard uniform, put down his newspaper and looked Gao Yang over carefully before shaking his head and saying, “I remember them, a pretty decent family, but I’m sorry to tell you, you’ve come to the wrong place, or rather, you’re too late.
Mrs.
Smith and her son have already moved out, they couldn’t afford the rent and the landlord kicked them out.”
Looking at the rundown apartment building, Gao Yang knew that the rent for such living conditions wouldn’t be expensive, and the fact that they were evicted from even such a place indicated that the relatives of John Smith must be having a hard time.
Gao Yang frowned and asked, “Do you know where they have gone?”
The old man pursed his lips and said, “Although I don’t know where exactly they have moved to, I think you can try your luck at Coronation Park, maybe you’ll find them there.”
“Can you tell me where Coronation Park is, is it far from here?”
“It’s not far, you can quickly get there by taxi.”
After thanking the old man, Gao Yang and Yelena left the apartment building.
Without asking anyone else, they simply hailed a taxi and headed straight for Coronation Park.
Gao Yang had thought that Coronation Park was some sort of residential area the old man was referring to, but to his surprise, the taxi driver actually dropped him off at a real park.
As soon as the taxi driver stopped, Gao Yang hurriedly said, “Buddy, we are here to look for someone at Coronation Park, and this is a real park.
I don’t think a park is a good place to find someone, so is there another Coronation Park?
A residential area kind of place?”
The black driver was very young, and with a smile typical of his community, he said, “Are you looking for a very poor white person?
If so, then you’re in the right place—this is where those lazy bones live.”
Gao Yang was quite puzzled, but he decided to take a look anyway.
After paying the fare, he and Yelena walked into the park where groups of black children were frolicking on the grass, many were playing soccer, and some were barbecuing.
Seeing Gao Yang and Yelena, a few black youths whistled loudly at Yelena and kept pointing and talking about her, their glances making Gao Yang quite displeased, but fortunately, the black men didn’t take any excessive actions.
Just then, Yelena pointed toward a corner of the park and said, “Look over there, I see some white people.”
Following Yelena’s pointing finger, Gao Yang saw an area with trailers and dilapidated tin shacks, where several white children were playing football.
As Gao Yang and Yelena approached the shanty area, he was shocked to find that the white children were not only extremely dirty, but they also had no shoes and were vying for a deflated football with their bare feet.
Inside the shanty area, it seemed almost cut off from the park, with many old tires placed at the entrance.
Inside and outside the tires appeared to belong to completely different worlds.
Gao Yang and Yelena walked into the shanty area, bypassing the happy children and after walking a bit further, they encountered many white people, old and young alike, all dressed in dirty and tattered clothes, staring at Gao Yang and Yelena with indifferent eyes.
Feeling apprehensive in a strange and hostile environment, Gao Yang moved his backpack to his front, opened the zipper, chambered a round in his pistol inside the bag, then kept his hand on the gun inside the bag while reaching out with his left hand to hold Yelena.
Gao Yang had some regrets, thinking he shouldn’t have brought Yelena to such a place, but Yelena wasn’t worried at all, on the contrary, she was excited because this was the first time Gao Yang held her hand proactively.
After walking a few more steps, Gao Yang finally saw what looked like a very kind elderly lady.
He paused and asked as gently as he could, “Hello, do you know Mrs.
John Smith?”
Due to the way British people keep names, after John Smith’s death, his wife was known merely as Mrs.
John Smith, so Gao Yang did not know Mrs.
John Smith’s own name.
However, he felt that as long as the widow of John Smith hadn’t remarried, then using this title to find her shouldn’t be a problem.
But what Gao Yang didn’t expect was that after giving him a glance, the old lady just turned and walked away, completely ignoring him.
With no other choice, Gao Yang could only shrug his shoulders and continue walking forward, hoping to find someone else to ask.
However, he didn’t have to go much further before he saw a crowd gathered, yelling and shouting, with some even chanting “beat him up.”
Gao Yang and Yelena reached the edge of the crowd.
He could hear the cries of two women and the thumps of fists on flesh and men’s cursing.
Gao Yang didn’t want to crowd in, but he didn’t want to stay in this ghastly place any longer, so he had no choice but to pull on the arm of a middle-aged man who was eagerly shouting at the front.
“Hello, sir, do you know Mrs.
John Smith?
It seems she also lives here.”
Looking at Gao Yang who had stopped him, the middle-aged man was visibly displeased.
Eyeing Gao Yang with wariness and dissatisfaction, the man sized him up after Gao Yang finished speaking.
In a strange tone, he said, “I know her, and I also know her son.”
“Great, where does she live, and can you take me to her?
I’ll pay you for your trouble, a hundred Rand.”
Hearing the offer of money, the middle-aged man’s eyes lit up.
He immediately extended his hand, and Yelena, without waiting for Gao Yang to make a move, quickly placed a hundred Rand note in his hand.
After taking the money, the middle-aged man immediately pointed toward the center of the crowd: “She’s over there.
Can you hear the shouting?
That less shrill voice, that’s Mrs.
John Smith.
And that guy’s desperate screams?
That’s her son.”
Upon hearing this, Gao Yang didn’t bother with the man panting from speaking anymore, and immediately began pushing through the crowd with Yelena.
After squeezing through the cursing crowd to the front, they saw an old and a young man fighting tooth and nail.
To be precise, a husky, older man was on top of a younger one, throwing punches at the young man’s face.
Although the youth was completely overpowered, he was still swinging his fists, attempting to fight back, while cursing continuously.
Next to the brawling men, an old and a young woman were trying to pull the husky man away, crying out as they did so, but their efforts had no effect; the man simply brushed them aside with a swing of his hand.
Gao Yang didn’t rush to intervene; he immediately turned to a man standing by with his arms folded and asked, “Who is that woman?”
“That’s Mrs.
John Smith.
Hey, who are you?”
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Gao Yang didn’t respond to the person next to him.
Instead, he took off his backpack, handed it to Yelena, and whispered into her ear: “There’s a gun in the bag.
Hold on to it but don’t take it out.
If you’re in danger, shoot.
Be careful.”
After speaking, Gao Yang patted Yelena’s cheek and then ran behind the husky man who was beating someone, kicking him to the side.
When Gao Yang suddenly appeared and kicked over the husky man, everyone was stunned.
At that moment, Mrs.
John Smith and the younger woman gratefully glanced at Gao Yang, then they rushed to help the young man on the ground.
However, as soon as he stood up, the youth pushed the two women away and immediately lunged at the husky man, who was still trying to get up.
As the youth and the husky man started scrapping again, Gao Yang sighed and then yelled, “Stop it, all of you!”
As he shouted, Gao Yang stepped forward, grabbed the youth’s clothes, and pulled him to one side.
Then he turned to the husky man, who was attempting to counterattack, and roared, “You stop right there, halt, or I’ll kill you!”
The young man was visibly angry, but knowing Gao Yang was helping him, he stood aside and didn’t continue to fight.
He could only spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva in hatred.
The husky man, having finally stood up, roared and swung a punch at Gao Yang.
Gao Yang sidestepped and dodged the husky man’s punch, then silently kicked out with his right foot.
Gao Yang’s devious kick struck squarely in the husky man’s groin, and as the man clutched himself and immediately fell to his knees, then toppled forward onto the ground, Gao Yang spun around, just in time to land his foot next to the husky man instead of on his neck.
Gao Yang had not suffered through a month of hard training with Li Jinfang for nothing.
Dealing with this kind of brute force was no pressure for him anymore.
However, now that his actions had become instinctual, had his mind not reacted quickly enough to override his body’s reflexes, his strike would have been fatal.
Although being kicked in the groin nearly eliminated any chance of resistance, Li Jinfang’s training was to always follow up with a kick to the back of the neck or the throat.
Where to stomp depended on whether the enemy fell forward or backward.
The goal was to ensure the enemy was completely neutralized—a follow-up kick didn’t take much effort or movement.
Gao Yang nearly stomped down, but fortunately, he pulled back in time.
After all, he wasn’t on the battlefield now, where taking lives was not necessary or permissible.
Indeed, the young woman who had been crying and trying to pull the husky man away was now calling out “Daddy!” and had thrown herself onto the man.
Regardless, the situation was finally under control.
Gao Yang turned to the woman who was clinging to the young man and crying: “Hello, are you Mrs.
John Smith?”
Both the woman and the bruised young man looked at Gao Yang in surprise, then the woman said, “I am.
May I ask who you are?”