Martial Arts Manuals on Taobao
Old Li knew exactly what would happen if that finger struck him.
But he was his own son, after all. He had no such worries—and didn't need to.
"Want to keep going?"
Li Bai glanced around.
The "audience" was applauding, though they had no idea what they'd just seen.
They'd only watched him throw a flurry of punches. He hadn't even put on a barehanded tank-splitting demonstration yet!
Old Li looked at him and said irritably, "Keep going with what? Watching a son beat up his father?"
He'd been unable to gain the upper hand in any of their exchanges, which left him thoroughly frustrated.
He was getting old. He couldn't keep his son in line anymore.
"You said it yourself, Dad!"
Li Bai's words had a double meaning. Then he headed off the field.
Since his dad had lost interest, he might as well quit while he was ahead.
"Impressive, impressive! I've really had my eyes opened today!"
Regiment Commander Qian came over, applauding. He meant every word; there wasn't an ounce of flattery in it.
Watching the father and son spar had opened his eyes. A tiger father really did have a tiger cub.
But Regiment Commander Qian had also given up completely on having Director Li personally coach the soldiers. The gap in ability was simply too great. This wouldn't be instruction; it would be a one-sided beating.
And a one-sided beating wouldn't do anyone any good. It would only destroy the soldiers' confidence.
They'd be better off continuing to train under the Security Bureau's instructors as before. That would be far more practical.
"Uncle, your coat!"
Yu Yue immediately handed him the down jacket she was holding. She'd carefully brushed off the dust that had gotten on it when it fell