South to North: A Prison Guard at the Beginning

February 13, 10 a.m., Kyoto Railway Public Security Criminal Investigation Corps dormitory building.

Today, Yuan Mu's room welcomed an uninvited guest, and that person was Zhang Haiyang.

"Haiyang? What are you doing?" Yuan Mu asked in confusion as he looked at Zhang Haiyang in front of him, who was wearing a neat military uniform and carrying luggage.

"I have to go back to the army today. The bus is at 12 o'clock, so I came here just in time to say goodbye to you." Zhang Haiyang said with a smile.

"Are you on vacation yet?"

"Not really, but the army is still quite busy, so I won't stay long. I'll leave after saying goodbye to you."

"Oh, then, let's have dinner together. There's still time. I'll take you to the train station after dinner." Yuan Mu said as he sat up.

"No need to eat. I just want to talk to you about something today." Zhang Haiyang shook his head.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Mu said after a moment of silence.

"I saw your shooting skills and your bomb disposal ability in the jungle, but it's a pity that I didn't see your skills. I want to learn a few tricks from you." Zhang Haiyang looked at Yuan Mu and said lightly.

Now Yuan Mu finally understood. This guy couldn't hold back his anger and wanted to resolve it with him in this way. That's fine. He could completely satisfy him.

"Okay, no problem. Let's go to the indoor fighting gym!" Yuan Mu walked up to Zhang Haiyang and nodded.

Although he has always been magnanimous, this time Zhang Haiyang was actually provoking him directly. Wouldn't it be too cowardly if he didn't even dare to fart?

Soon, the two arrived at the fighting gym. At this time, there were many people practicing fighting inside, sparring in pairs. When they saw Yuan Mu coming in, they all stopped and greeted him.

"Section Chief Yuan!"

"Section Chief Yuan!"

"Section Chief Yuan!"

"You guys continue, don't worry about me!" Yuan Mu waved his hand and walked aside to change clothes.

Zhang Haiyang also walked over with his bag and took out a set of training clothes from the bag to change into. After all, he was wearing casual clothes, which would not be suitable for a fight.

Soon, the two stood face to face, looking at each other, and no one spoke.

"Ah!" Zhang Haiyang took the lead and rushed towards Yuan Mu with a roar, and a left punch hit Yuan Mu's right cheek.

Yuan Mu narrowed his eyes and noticed his right hand. At this time, Zhang Haiyang's right hand was accumulating strength. He knew that this left swing was a feint and the real killer move was on his right fist.

With a sneer on his lips, he lowered his body to avoid Xu Huang's left fist. At the same time, he raised his left arm. Zhang Haiyang's right swing punch just hit his left arm. Yuan Mu took advantage of the situation and blasted out with his right fist, hitting Zhang Haiyang hard in the left rib!

Yuan Mu took advantage of the situation and did not show any mercy. Just when Zhang Haiyang was retreating, he flew forward and hit Zhang Haiyang in the chest with a flying knee. Zhang Haiyang was knocked over by Yuan Mu.

"Good!" At this time, the people watching the game nearby saw this scene and cheered and applauded loudly.

"Are you coming again?" Yuan Mu walked in front of Zhang Haiyang, looked down at him and asked indifferently.

Zhang Haiyang felt a pain in his chest and ribs at this moment. He held his chest and forced himself to stand up.

"Come again!!"

Yuan Mu's face darkened. This guy was a bit shameless. He wanted to give him a way out, but he wouldn't give it up. So don't blame him!

"Ah!!" Zhang Haiyang took advantage of Yuan Mu's inattention and pounced on him, hugging Yuan Mu's waist with both hands.

Yuan Mu was caught off guard and was hugged tightly by him. He wanted to pull his hand away, but found it was useless, so he raised his right arm and hit his back with his elbow, once, twice, and three times, but Zhang Haiyang still held him tightly and pushed him backwards, and Yuan Mu also retreated.

The people watching the fight nearby were all grimacing as they watched this scene. Each hit made a dull sound that was painful to hear.

"Ah!!" Zhang Haiyang exerted force again and knocked Yuan Mu to the ground.

Yuan Mu held his neck tightly with his left arm, and swung his right fist directly at Zhang Haiyang's left cheek. Zhang Haiyang was stunned by this blow. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yuan Mu curled up his right leg, pressed against his stomach and lifted him backwards. Zhang Haiyang was directly thrown away by Yuan Mu.

Zhang Haiyang was still unconvinced at this time. He quickly got up and wanted to pounce on Yuan Mu. Yuan Mu also got up at this time. Seeing him pounce on him, he instantly took two steps back, clenched his right fist to accumulate strength, and then slammed forward fiercely. He stepped back and punched, which was very fierce.

Zhang Haiyang was hit by Yuan Mu. His nose was bleeding, and he was staggering and could hardly stand. But Yuan Mu was not going to let him go. He sprinted a few steps, kicked Zhang Haiyang in the abdomen with a side kick.

"Bang!" This kick directly sent Zhang Haiyang flying. He flew more than three meters away and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

Yuan Mu stopped and did not move forward. He took two deep breaths and stood there looking at Zhang Haiyang who was lying on the ground in the distance.

The people watching the fight were stunned, Yuan Mu's combination of moves was too cool and too smooth. First he knocked the opponent away, then he stepped back and punched, and then he kicked sideways in the air. Who could withstand such a combination?

Not to mention other things, most people probably couldn't stand that step-back punch. They could all see that Yuan Mu really used a lot of force, and it hurt just looking at it.

"Still fighting?" Yuan Mu slowly walked in front of Zhang Haiyang and asked.

Zhang Haiyang's face was covered in blood at this time. He slowly shook his head. He had to admit that he could not beat Yuan Mu. He completely crushed him.

In fact, in Yuan Mu's opinion, Zhang Haiyang's moves were too old-fashioned. He could tell how and where he would attack next just by taking a casual look. This was the crushing of information in the era.

The fighting skills he had learned were much more advanced than his. They were all transformed from the fighting skills he had learned in the army and had been carefully optimized. Moreover, he had received much more training in his previous life, and it was much more cruel.

Zhang Haiyang has not been at the grassroots level for a long time. Even his training is not as intense as when he was at the grassroots level. It is normal that he cannot beat himself. Not to mention him, even Zhong Yuemin cannot beat himself.

"Xiao Chen! Go get the medicine box and wipe him!" Yuan Mu nodded and then turned to look at a short young man and shouted.

"Hey! Okay!" The young man called Xiao Chen nodded and then ran out quickly.

Soon, he ran back with a medicine box, came to Zhang Haiyang, and cleaned the blood on his face with gauze. Looking at his miserable appearance, Xiao Chen grinned, thinking that this big brother was really tough. If it were him, he would have lay down long ago.