Chapter 73

Approaching Stephen Chow, Luo Tai forcefully moved the heavy Tibetan Mastiff's body, freeing Stephen Chow who had been squirming and crying out under it.

As soon as Stephen Chow was rescued by Luo Tai, he jumped up and hid behind Luo Tai, pointing at the dog's body on the ground and asked, "A Tai, what is this thing? It scared me to death."

Luo Tai kicked the dog's head hard with his foot and turned his head to laugh, saying, "Alright, I've already taken care of this big dog. Why are you still hiding? Don't worry..."

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Tai's left ear suddenly twitched. A faint "click" sound came from a nearby grove, clearly the sound of a gun's safety being released and a bullet being chambered.

Hugging the just-relaxed Stephen Chow, Luo Tai quickly laid both of them on the ground.

At the same time, a series of muffled pops, like the sound of opening wine bottles, came from the grove. Although the sound was low and dull, it created a series of dust clouds around Luo Tai. If Luo Tai hadn't rolled with Stephen Chow behind the fallen Tibetan Mastiff, Stephen Chow would have been riddled with bullets.

Using the Tibetan Mastiff's body to hide, Luo Tai couldn't help but feel frustrated. The difference between this movie world and the real world was too great. How could there be a hitman with a submachine gun? This was too unrealistic.

Luo Tai was thinking intensely about how to break out of this passive situation, while Stephen Chow, under Luo Tai, started screaming like a pig being slaughtered. But this couldn't be blamed on Stephen Chow. As a wealthy person who usually dealt with the upper class, he had never experienced the sound of bullets whizzing past his head.

Luo Tai automatically filtered out Stephen Chow's screams and focused his mind.

At this moment, Luo Tai seemed to be back in the state he was in when he was attacked in the monastery in the Assassin's League.

The only skill that could resolve this situation was the most powerful skill he had: Li Xiaofeng's Flying Dagger.

Li Xiaofeng's Flying Dagger was not just a martial art; it represented a spirit, a spirit of never giving up and surpassing oneself!

Luo Tai needed to regain the superhuman state he had when he killed the Tibetan Mastiff. Luo Tai knew that state was likely the result of Li Xiaofeng's Flying Dagger reaching level nine. If he could enter that state again, he could definitely take out the hitman in the grove.

Li Xunhuan, when all his acupoints were paralyzed except for one arm, could still throw a flying dagger by sound and kill the Five Poison Boys hiding in the woods. Since Li Xunhuan could do it, Luo Tai was confident he could too!

Calm down! Calm down!

Luo Tai gradually determined the approximate position of the gunman in the grove. As he was thinking about how to throw the life-saving flying dagger, a bullet hit a large boulder, ricocheted, and then embedded itself in Luo Tai's buttock.

The sudden pain made Luo Tai's whole body tremble. The impact of the bullet hitting his hip bone made him groan involuntarily. Stephen Chow, who was under Luo Tai, felt Luo Tai's trembling and started to scream as if he were having an orgasm.

"Ah~~~ A Tai, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Perhaps Stephen Chow's scream made the gunman relax, or perhaps the magazine was empty and the gunman needed to reload. In any case, with Stephen Chow's "orgasm," the rain of bullets miraculously paused for a moment.

This is it!

Without hesitation, Luo Tai swung his hand, and Li Xiaofeng's Flying Dagger drew a beautiful S-shaped arc in the air, flying into the grove like a swallow returning to its nest.

A few gasping sounds from the grove made Luo Tai relax. He stood up, enduring the intense pain in his buttock, and limped toward the grove.

Behind a poplar tree as thick as an adult's waist, a nondescript man, who would be unrecognizable in a crowd, was holding his throat with both hands. The flying dagger that Luo Tai had just thrown was visible between his fingers.

Luo Tai moved to the gunman's side, pulled the flying dagger from his throat, and said softly, "You didn't expect a flying dagger that could turn twice, did you? To be honest, I didn't either. Before you take on a job next time, check if your target has me, Luo Tai, around."

He casually pushed the unfortunate and skilled hitman to the ground, but his attention was drawn to the gun that had fallen at the hitman's feet.

My goodness, isn't this the UMP45 submachine gun? This gun was once Luo Tai's favorite in CS, and he had drooled over its pictures countless times.

The UMP45 submachine gun has low recoil and a fast rate of fire, capable of firing 580 rounds per minute. With sufficient ammunition, it's almost like a small machine gun, which is why the hitman could create a barrage of bullets alone.

Luo Tai bent down to pick up the UMP45, and in the distance, Stephen Chow started screaming again.

"A Tai~~~ Blood! Blood! Blood! I've been shot, call a doctor! I've been shot!"

Turning his head, Luo Tai called out in exasperation, "Brother Zhou, are you in pain? The blood is mine, okay?"

After bandaging the wound, Luo Tai and Stephen Chow quickly left the area.

If a gunfight happened on the mainland and they didn't leave quickly, they would end up in the police station. Moreover, with two dead bodies at the scene, if they didn't leave soon, they wouldn't be able to learn cooking at the Shaolin Temple kitchen; they would be cooking in a prison kitchen for the rest of their lives.

At the southern foot of Taishi Mountain, there is a long, narrow valley. The forest is cool, and the streams flow with a pleasant sound.

On the east side of the valley, two peaks stand side by side, with a gap between them like a door, which the locals call Songmen.

Luo Tai and Stephen Chow followed the mountain path under the moonlight to the entrance of the valley. At this moment, a bright moon was rising between the Songmen, its silver light illuminating the empty valley, and the silence of the stone cliffs seemed to wash away all their troubles. The two stood in awe, stunned by the scenery, unable to speak.

After a long time, Stephen Chow asked Luo Tai in a low voice, "A Tai, are you sure we can find the real Shaolin Abbot by sneaking into the Shaolin Temple at night?"

Luo Tai turned and glared at Stephen Chow, "What do you suggest? Wasn't the suffering you endured during the day enough?"

It turned out that after the assassination attempt, the two had hidden in the city for two days, mainly to avoid being caught by the police. When they saw no signs of trouble, they entered the Shaolin Temple during the day to learn martial arts, but to their surprise, the temple was full of donation boxes. Every monk they encountered, before they could even speak, claimed that the two had a connection with the Buddha and that by donating a certain amount of money, they would receive the Buddha's protection and eternal peace.

Especially when they heard Stephen Chow's poor Hong Kong Mandarin, the monks became even more enthusiastic, clinging to the two and not letting them go. After a day of wandering, they didn't even meet the Shaolin Abbot with the dharma name Mengyi, let alone a monk who knew martial arts. Instead, they were tricked into donating a lot of money.

Under duress, Luo Tai had no choice but to sneak up the mountain with Stephen Chow at night, hoping to find a way to enter the Shaolin Temple from the back and find a true Shaolin master.

After reaching the back wall of the Shaolin Temple, the two looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They had never expected the back wall to be so high, about four meters tall, with a smooth surface that even a fly would trip on, let alone the two of them.

If Luo Tai hadn't been shot in the buttock, he might have found a way to climb over, but now, even walking caused him pain, making it difficult to scale such a high wall.

Fortunately, there were plenty of stones on the mountain. Under the bright moonlight, the two started to work, moving large stones from the back of the mountain and piling them under the wall.

After more than three hours, they managed to build a stone platform over a meter high.

Luo Tai jumped onto the platform and squatted down, pointing to his shoulder and saying to Stephen Chow, "Get up, I'll carry you up, and then you pull me up. Let's get up first."

After nearly an hour of struggling, Luo Tai was finally pulled to the top of the wall by the clumsy Stephen Chow. Looking at the four-meter-high wall, Stephen Chow asked with a sob, "So high, how do we get down?"

Luo Tai grabbed Stephen Chow's arm and whispered, "Jump, we won't die from the fall."

With that, Luo Tai used his arm to push, and the two tumbled into the back courtyard of the Shaolin Temple.

When they landed, Luo Tai supported Stephen Chow, who, despite being scared white, bit his lip and didn't make a sound.

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