On the way back to the bureau.
"Brother Zhang, do you think my move is right...?"
"Old Zhang, is it like this?"
"Master! Look quickly!"
In the police car, several detectives were posing in various martial arts stances for Zhang Feng to inspect.
Zhang Feng couldn't have imagined it; since his comments on pushing, swiping, and pounding, he had become the 'martial arts instructor' for the detective team.
Meanwhile.
On the way back to the bureau, Zhang Feng, having nothing else to do, indulged in teaching them without getting tired.
They frequently dealt with criminals, and having some life-saving tricks was never a bad thing.
When teaching, Zhang Feng tends to be quite earnest.
His words inevitably became somewhat harsh.
"You're not exerting force correctly with your hands."
"And you, your wrist is too forward; if someone heavier crashes into you, you'll twist it."
"Captain Wang, why raise your hand so high? Are you greeting a friend?"
