"Kid, you're tough, but don't you dare forget what I am," Officer Chen completely lost it, and with the baton in his hand, he swung it fiercely towards Wang Xiaoqiang's head.
A sharp crack was heard, but it wasn't the sound of a skull splitting; it was the sound of the baton breaking. The baton snapped into two, yet Wang Xiaoqiang remained unscathed.
"What? This, this..." Officer Chen and the interrogator were both stunned, looking at Wang Xiaoqiang as if he were a monster, filled with bewilderment. Then, they exchanged glances, at a loss for a good while.
"This is genuine Shaolin Kung Fu, let me show you what it's all about today," Wang Xiaoqiang smiled easily. He had to find a plausible explanation for his resilient body to avoid unnecessary trouble, and Shaolin Kung Fu, famous for its hard Qigong and renowned toughness, was a fitting cover.
