His Acting Was So Good As a Ruthless Criminal, Drawing the Attention of Police Officers Across the Internet

”Impossible. If someone with great leg strength tests it on a person, at best they’d have trouble moving for a long time, and at worst they’d be bedridden. Look, isn’t the director doing just fine?”

”Holy crap, that’s a very specific standard. Why does it feel like you’ve experienced it personally?”

”Nah, I haven’t. I just heard it from others; apparently, this is the international standard for judging leg strength.”

”What kind of goddamn international standard is that? I don’t believe a word of it!”

”...”

Not far away, Zhao Wei twisted her body with difficulty.

Dammit, she had to admit, that person’s description was quite accurate.

So far, she had only seen Lin Pei kick two people: herself and Kimura.

She had been having difficulty moving, while Kimura was still lying on a Tatami mat even now.

In that regard, Lin Pei’s leg strength was definitely considered good.

But as for how Lin Pei’s leg strength compared to others, she really didn’t know.

Because in all her life, she had never been kicked like that by anyone else... Half an hour later, in Monk’s group, the people who had been eager to improve their soccer skills and receive a baptism of kung fu were already dejected.

Not to mention the slow progress; Monk had only coached three or four people so far.

And without exception, those who were coached were also given some ”kind” verbal instruction.

Monk’s eyes narrowed into slits.

”Benefactor, I asked you to do a Lunge, not to demonstrate your bathroom posture.”

”Benefactor, please find your feet. Do you feel anything?”

”This benefactor, you probably haven’t been eating well lately, have you? You’ve really worked hard! Man is made of iron, and food is the steel; without food, an iron plate turns into cotton...”

”Benefactor, please let your foot release that ball and kick it up, okay? Oh, you just won’t let go? Why won’t you let go?”

”...”

Everyone felt that this master spoke very politely.

But for some reason, they always felt a bit uncomfortable, as if they were being scolded.

However, now that half an hour had passed, Monk also seemed to be gradually losing his patience.

He put on his sunglasses and lit a local cigarette, appearing somewhat irritable.

His voice also turned into simple commands.

”Squat!”

”Inhale!”

”Lift your leg!”

”Kick!”

”...”

The actor being coached was a bit panicked.

”Master, please speak more slowly.”

”Why are you in such a hurry?”

Monk took a puff of his cigarette with a smack, lowered his eyes, and looked at the person through the gap in his glasses.

”Hurry?”

”Benefactor, why else do you think I’m called Monk?”

”...”

Good grief.

Everyone could see it now.

This master was truly irritable; he was even sweating.

The key was that, so far, it seemed no one had performed the movements correctly.

Even if the movements were somewhat imitated, none of the balls could be kicked high—at least, none satisfied Monk.

After coaching one more person, Monk threw the finished cigarette butt directly into his mouth.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, his face turned red.

While roaring, he exhaled smoke.

”Kick it high! Aim to kick it to the ceiling!”

”Inhale!”

”Kick!”

The actor being coached looked troubled.

”Master, this roof must be dozens of meters high, right?”

”Could you please demonstrate for me?”