Hard North Korean Man
Black Boxing Past
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I didn’t go to Xiamen specifically for boxing. At that time, Li Ge talked about business with a boss in Xiamen. By the way, he talked about a boxing match with him, so he took me there. In addition to my identity as a boxer, I play more roles as Li Ge’s bodyguard. According to Li Ge’s speech, although he retired from the judo team, these years of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling have all hollowed out his body. If you meet two hooligans in the street, you may not be able to bear it.
Xiamen is a tourist attraction, because it faces Taiwan across the sea, with a different kind of southern flavor. When I was sitting in the car passing by the bathing beach, I exclaimed, “Oh my God, the ocean can be so pure!”! I have been misled by the rotten fish and shrimp in Tanggu, thinking that it is the true face of the sea. The first two days
in Xiamen were very busy. The boss Jin who talked about business with Li Ge was very enthusiastic, and the tour guide was not necessary. He personally took us to play around Xiamen. Gulangyu Islet, Piano Museum, Hulishan Fort.. In fact, what impressed me most in Xiamen was not these tourist attractions, but some small things. Sometimes this is the case, a lot of magnificent things are easy to forget, but remember the meaningless details of life.
When we were visiting the Gulangyu Islet, Li Ge looked up and said, “Yo, this papaya tree is very big.” I have
eaten papaya, but I have not seen papaya trees. Brother Li has traveled all over the country and has a wide range of knowledge. It is not unusual for him to know. Boss Chin, who was
taking us on a tour, smiled and said, “Boss Li, although this papaya tree is quite tall, it doesn’t bear papaya.”
“Oh?”? What do you say? Brother Li is interested. Boss
Jin explained: Although Xiamen is hot, it is not tropical after all, but subtropical, and the climate does not meet the requirements of the results. This kind of papaya tree is only superficial and does not bear fruit. We call it “papaya male”. There are also coconuts. Our coconut trees are the same way. They grow tall and big, but they don’t bear fruit. We call them’male coconuts. ‘
I was stunned at that time. Is there such nonsense in the world?
Now think about the trip to Xiamen, in addition to the boxing match and these two nonsense trees, the other memories have been blurred out of shape.
The gold boss in the scene, takes care of very thoughtfully, each meal is the seafood banquet, extremely fulfills the host’s friendship. At dinner on the third day, Brother Li asked me, “How are you, Ouyang? Are you tired these two days?”
“Not tired.” I said as I broke off the crab legs, thinking that I would go to a fun place in the afternoon, and I would have a good time no matter how tired I was.
“Oh, that’s good.” Brother Li nodded with satisfaction. “The fight is scheduled for tonight.”
I was stunned and dared to wait for me here. The location of the
game is in an underground parking lot, and it is a private place. At that time, I thought, what kind of person is so rich to build a parking lot by himself? Does he have so many cars to park? So up to now, I am not surprised to see how many luxury houses, mistresses, yachts and sports cars are exposed in the news. There are many rich people in China, but you don’t know it.
Of course, the people who come here to watch the game are also rich people.
Li Ge said let me fight well this time. He is now talking about business with others. The money involved in the boxing match is a small matter, and the key is face. Li Ge said that boss Jin took care of us so much and bet a lot of money on me. Don’t let him down. When we
arrived at the venue, we found that the audience had arrived first. It can be seen that they are indeed rich people, not judged by their clothes, but by their manners. It is a kind of indifference that only belongs to the rich. To my surprise, there was a pregnant woman standing there with a big belly. I thought to myself that she must be disdainful of prenatal education. There are not many
people, standing there sparsely, keeping a distance with each other tacitly. Before the game started, I asked Li Ge strangely, did I play the first game?
Just one. When you have finished fighting, they will leave. Li Ge looked at the people in the parking lot and said.
Just one? It turns out that I am the real protagonist tonight, and I don’t even have a dead walk-on.
“They don’t know anything about boxing. It’s just a gambling game.” Brother Li patted me on the shoulder and said, “Don’t think about anything else. Just knock down your opponent and walk away.”
“All right.”
Although this competition is on the cement floor, I still habitually take off my shoes. Wearing shoes is like wearing gloves on your hands, which will cushion most of the attack. We don’t have a lot of legs when we’re in a gang fight on the side of the road because we’re wearing sneakers, let alone in a boxing match.
I warmed up and worked my joints. Then a cross-country jeep drove in, and a man in a cardigan got out of the jeep, with a black belt around his waist and a serious face like a university professor. As soon as I looked, my heart said, my opponent appeared.
Brother Li has shown me the information of his opponent in advance. This guy came out again in such a professional dress that I was sure it was him.
Park Sung-han, Korean, 42 years old. ITF Taekwondo black belt 5th degree, actual combat teacher. Record? I don’t know. However, according to Boss Jin, this man has just arrived in China for a short time and has not participated in this kind of competition. This is the first time. One of his friends was politically involved in North Korea, so he wanted to take part in some of these competitions in China and get more money to go back. At that time,
I asked, “If I beat him, won’t his North Korean friends be finished?”?
Brother Li glared at me directly and said that if I lost, he would let me finish playing for his friend.
I know. This question is redundant. Whether it’s black boxing or regular boxing, there’s no reason for the two sides to fight. What are you fighting for? Have a grudge? The two sides, who have never met before, have no enmity. For money and fame? Those who are successful are still fighting. What is it for? Maybe everyone’s understanding is different. I don’t agree with fighters who get pleasure from destroying others, but I really can’t say a definite reason. It’s really painful to
think too much. Or what Stephen Chow said, do you need a reason to fight? Do you need it
When Piao Songhan, dressed in Taoist clothes, stepped down from the car, I understood that the reasons were all floating clouds, because this time, I really met a strong enemy.
He got into the car directly barefoot and without shoes. I saw the arch of his foot, which had been deformed by a lot of training, and the protruding knuckles on his toes. Feet will not become like this without a long period of training. The edge of the sharp weapon in the scabbard is slightly exposed, and I know that this man’s leg skills must not be weak.
Many people think that Taekwondo is a flower shelf and not practical, which is a misunderstanding of Taekwondo.
The ITF (International Taekwondo Federation) is an actual combat school of Taekwondo. It was founded by General Choe Hong-hee in North Korea, who combined the Korean martial arts of “shoulder support” with Japanese karate. Its foot skills are fierce and fierce. Later, in order to promote it into the Olympic Games, South Korea castrated it greatly, which led to the popular Taekwondo we see today, collectively known as WTF (World Taekwondo Federation).
In North Korea, the ITF still retains its ancient and simple means of attack, and the destructive power of foot skills and hand knives is amazing. This is definitely a dangerous martial arts, so that it happened that Cui Chong-hua, the ninth degree black belt of ITF, carried out the mission of assassinating the South Korean president for the North Korean authorities, but later because of the leak of intelligence, the mission failed, but it also reflects the power of North Korea’s Taekwondo from one side.
Piao Songhan, my opponent, stepped out of the car with a serious face like a playing card and a temperament similar to that of an old Chinese intellectual. As soon as I saw this, I knew that this man had never played black boxing. You can pretend anything, but you can’t pretend temperament.
Piao Sung-han walked right up to me and said in stiff Chinese, “Are you the West Poison?”
Yes. Yes. I hastened to answer, feeling that he was particularly like my unsmiling head teacher in junior high school, and that they were very similar in stature, as dry as a door plank-at that moment, I remembered the fear of being dominated by exam-oriented education.
“Nice to meet you.” Park Sung-han bent down and bowed to me.
“Nice to meet you.” I hastened to return the salute. It’s a little flattering to meet such a polite opponent for the first time.
Two people say hello, which means that the game has begun.
Just as we started the race, several more cars came from outside. These people don’t even get out of the car, so they roll down the glass and sit in the car and watch, ready to leave at any time. This makes me feel that these rich people have no respect for my work, not as good as those in the nightclub.
This competition is different from the past, no one is noisy, no one is talking, sometimes mixed with the roar of one or two car engines.
Piao Sung-han’s eyes suddenly became sharp, and his knife was raised flat in front of his chest, making a “mid-level defense” fight. When
I saw his tight fingertips and protruding knuckles, I knew that this man’s hand knife must be very powerful. Although I haven’t touched this genre before, I’ve seen their performances on video. One of them is “penetrating the hand”, which is to stab through several stacked wooden boards with the palm of the hand. The destructive force is amazing.
Fierce foot skills, sharp hand knife, this is a hard-hitting confrontation.
I moved my feet, and within striking distance, I began to use a series of sweeping kicks to tear apart my opponent’s defenses. I dare not use high sweep, in that case will let me reveal too big flaws, if the other side’s hand knife attacks my vital point, it will definitely kill with one blow. I can’t give him this chance. Frequent low and middle sweeps have become my main means of attack.
In the face of my sweeping kick, Park Sung-han showed a counterattack commensurate with his genre. Instead of backing away, he met my low sweep with his stick-like shins. His legs had no moisture and were as hard as compressed biscuits. He also pressed his elbow down against my middle sweep. It looked like I had been kicking him, but I didn’t take advantage of it at all. Two middle sweeps kicked him on the tip of his elbow, and there was a sharp pain in my ankle. As soon as the
battle began, it became white-hot. There was no false shake, no test, and we directly fought hard together. If this kind of fight is put in a bar or nightclub, it will surely make the spectators around shout loudly, but here there is no noise, no whistling, no shouting, only the sound of our bodies constantly colliding with each other. The pace of
my sweeping kicks slowed down, and the use of leg attacks consumed twice as much energy as the use of fists. I couldn’t waste my energy meaninglessly. At the same time as I slowed down the pace, the other side unceremoniously counterattacked with their legs. ITF’s footwork is not covered, it is really just fierce and sharp, and the pre-movement is small, the starting speed is very fast, I just dodged a split leg, the other side followed by a turn back attack, is kicking on my abdomen, a breathless.
The other side has never played black boxing, but what he has honed is the extreme martial arts spread in North Korea, whose ferocity is no less than that of other schools active in the world of black boxing. By fighting, I can understand the identity of others: this 42-year-old man must have received hard training since he was a child, and perhaps he had practiced with the idea of unifying the north and the south. Otherwise, what kind of faith can make a man who has entered the age of 40 work so hard? This man must have many apprentices and students, and he must be a very senior teacher in North Korea, because he is courteous and courteous, and exudes a traditional temperament of being a teacher. He must also be a very self-restrained person in daily life, because the expression on his face has never been angry, and has always been the kind of meticulous seriousness.
No matter from which aspect, moral or technical, Park Sung-han is an impeccable martial artist. But, unfortunately, martial artists are not adapted to the world of black boxing. Those who adapt to this world are fighters.
Piao Songhan’s body is as dry as a door plank, but his legs are changeable, his route is tricky, and his pre-movement is very small, which makes it difficult for me to judge his movements. When he attacks with his legs, the knives in both hands are tight, looking for opportunities to be ready to go. When
I stepped back, Piao Songhan suddenly launched an attack, and his body suddenly jumped forward, and his hand knife cut at my throat like a cutting blade. I leaned back subconsciously, and the knife flashed in front of me, and my eyelids jumped. This old boy is absolutely ruthless. He held back for a long time and rushed to the vital point. If he hit me just now, I would definitely hit the street.
With such a ruthless move, Piao Songhan almost wanted to destroy me in one move. As a teacher, this is not in line with the feeling he gives me. At that moment, I thought, does he really need to win this victory? Could it be that his friend was really in danger? Is the victory of this fight more important to him or to me?
These thoughts only flashed in a flash of lightning, Piao Songhan rushed fiercely again, the hand knife was raised, and the trajectory of the arc was undoubtedly my throat. I immediately thrust a quick foreleg kick at his crotch, disrupting his center of gravity. However, the hand knife, which had removed half of the impact, cut hard and hit me in the throat.
I immediately felt a tightening in my throat, as if something was about to come out of it. I simply opened my mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood was spitting impartially on Piao Songhan’s face, and he closed his eyes subconsciously, and his whole body stagnated for half a second.
No matter what I have in mind, I will never miss this opportunity! The fighting instinct of my body made me swing my right leg and cut Piao Songhan’s neck with a high sweep! The 42-year-old North Korean man did not respond any more, and both hands dropped down and fell to the ground like a stake. The
victory came so suddenly. Black market boxing is like stock market boxing. You never know what will happen in the next second. Five seconds after
Park Sung-han fell, those who did not get out of the car started to leave here, no disappointed curses, no proud whistles, only a faint tail smoke. The audience dispersed and remained quiet. The pregnant woman with a belly had no expression on her face. She turned and walked over, opened the door of a yellow sports car, and sat calmly in the cab. On the way back, Li Ge said that the woman had lost more than one million yuan in this game alone.
I watched Park Sung-han, who was already in shock, being carried to the jeep, and for the first time I had a question about my victory: Did I win right?
I don’t know. No one answered me. Brother Li clapped his hands at me and gave me an appreciative thumbs-up. The gold boss behind him laughed happily. I saw Park Sung-han’s arm drooping from the door of the car. There were three Korean characters embroidered on the cuff of the suit. I don’t know if it was his name. I couldn’t understand it, but it was definitely something he was proud of. When
I got up the next morning and opened my eyes, I found that my throat was so sore that I didn’t dare to swallow saliva. I looked in the mirror and saw that the whole Adam’s apple was swollen, black, purple, black and blue, as if it was stuck with a quail egg. Boss Jin took me to the hospital to have a look. The doctor said it was soft tissue and laryngeal bone contusion, and prescribed a lot of medicine. After
returning to Tianjin, Li Ge threw me ten thousand yuan directly, saying that he had a long face in front of his friends. I took the pile of money, and for the first time, there was no excitement at all. At that time, I even thought that if I gave the ten thousand yuan to Piao Songhan, would it help him and let his friend escape the unpredictable fate. Unfortunately, I haven’t seen the man since, and I don’t know what happened to his friend in the end. We are like two life trajectories that collide with each other unintentionally, one is interlaced, and we never look back.
But I have never forgotten the hard North Korean man, whose temperament is as fragile as a fragile crystal in the black boxing world. Even if he defeats me, he will be defeated by others sooner or later. I often think that if I had to do it again, I would not kick the last leg. The summer of
that year was particularly hot. I heard Wang Hui say that Yang Meng found a boyfriend a while ago, but he broke up in less than a week. How can I divide it so fast? Wang Hui said that Yang Meng told people like this: “Although I am with you, I have to admit that I have always had another man in my heart.”
I laughed at that time. Isn’t this girl talking like this just looking for something to smoke. Wang Hui asked me, do you know who she meant by the other man. I stopped smiling and said I knew.
If you know, what can you do? I also have another woman in my heart. Although I had secretly vowed to forget her forever. However, the oath can not change people’s hearts.
A Guo often followed Li Ge to appear in front of us, and every time it made me palpitate. Apart from when I had a crush on the female monitor of our class in junior high school, I had no place to look for this feeling in other years. A Guo likes to wear thick smoky makeup, coupled with a face of lonely expression, that blurred decadence so that I can not extricate myself. Although she doesn’t know my love, I will miss her desperately every night when I can’t sleep. It was a kind of willing torture.
That summer vacation was so hot that I wanted someone to take a big cloth to cover the sun. We don’t have the energy to go out for fun when we have a rest on weekends. At most, we just buy some cold beer and go back to the base to drink desperately. The
continuous heat finally brought a rainstorm, which was particularly heavy, as if to vent the suffocation of a summer. On that downpour evening, Dahu drove to Tanggu, where he had a boxing match. The murder weapon was supposed to go with him, but the tiger pointed to the heavy rain outside and said, “What are you going to do? It’s raining so heavily. Rest at home.”. How many times have I been to Tanggu? Nothing happened.
I looked at the heavy rain outside and said to the big tiger, big tiger, the rain is heavy outside, you drive slowly.
The big tiger laughed and said in a deep voice, “You guy without a driver’s license, don’t worry about the salty radish here.”.
I stood in the doorway and watched the taillights of the car disappear completely in the rain before I turned around and went into the house. I don’t know why, I want to stand in the doorway for a while, because of the heavy rain, or because of the big tiger, I don’t know.
The big tiger left at six o’clock, but he didn’t come back until ten o’clock in the evening, and he couldn’t get through on his cell phone. The heavy rain was still falling outside, as if the sky was leaking. While we were listening to the sound of the rain and feeling uneasy, the murder weapon received a phone call from Li Ge. After
hanging up the phone, the murder weapon, with a sullen face, said to us, “Let’s go to the Third People’s Hospital.”
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