The next day, Steve resigned from his original factory and moved into the dojo to begin his apprenticeship.
What no one noticed was that there was a piece of news in many newspapers that day. "Brooklyn Mafia boss' Mad Dog 'Johnny and ten of his men were killed in their base last night."
Chen Mo didn't personally teach Steve. Instead, he let him learn the basics like horse stance and stance from Huang Quan and the others.
Chen Mo's martial arts was based on his extraordinary physical fitness. He gathered the strengths of many martial arts and integrated them into one body. His movements were simple, direct, fierce, and swift.
Due to the fact that his strength was mainly increased through several bursts of potential, Chen Mo wasn't very good at basic training. This was exactly what the boxers were good at. They had all trained from weak to strong bit by bit.
Therefore, Steve first trained with the boxers to make up for the deficit in his body and lay a good foundation. Although his body was weak, he had a tenacious perseverance that far exceeded ordinary people. Even if his muscles were in unbearable pain and his body was on the verge of collapse, he would still grit his teeth and persevere until he completed the training mission.
These basic skills were the result of countless predecessors. After many years of accumulation and improvement, they summed up a set of reasonable training methods. Not only could it train the strength of the muscles, but it could also strengthen the organs and improve the overall physical fitness.
Even people with poor physical fitness could gradually improve their physical fitness and slowly become stronger. It wasn't like many martial arts schools that only pursued great strength. They simply used a large amount of high-intensity training to squeeze out the potential of people. It was easy to train people to become useless and leave behind hidden injuries.
After a few months, Steve's body was clearly much stronger. Of course, it was only compared to his previous self. Compared to ordinary people, he was still a little short and thin.
However, he wasn't like before, panting after running two steps. His thin body under his clothes also began to show the outline of his muscles.
"Teacher, when are you going to teach me martial arts?" Steve looked at Chen Mo who easily defeated the four boxers. His face was full of admiration and yearning as he asked.
Ever since Johnny and the others were easily defeated by Huang Quan and the others, the dojo's reputation spread throughout Brooklyn. Although Johnny and the others were killed that night, there were still some lucky survivors who weren't in the base that night. They recounted what happened that night.
According to the survivors, other than the four experts in the dojo, the dojo's master had god-like marksmanship. In the blink of an eye, he fired multiple shots, injuring all the gunmen on Johnny's side.
Anyone with a discerning eye knew that the deaths of Johnny and the others that night were most likely done by the people from the dojo. The other two mafia families in Brooklyn were even more certain that the massacre was done by Chen Mo and the others.
Because they coveted the dojo's wealth, they had always sent people to observe in secret. After Johnny and the others were injured and retreated, they had sent people to secretly monitor them the entire night.
According to the informant's description, late that night, a figure leaped out from the third floor and disappeared after a few leaps on the roof. The timing was very similar to when Johnny and the rest were killed. Furthermore, their surveillance might have been discovered long ago. Before the figure left, he glanced at the place where they were hiding. The few people who were watching felt their hair stand on end, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
This was a warning!
The leaders of the two families simultaneously canceled their plans against the dojo, and strictly ordered their subordinates to not provoke the people in the dojo.
As Johnny's old rivals, no one knew Johnny's strength better than them. Although he was the weakest of the three major powers, the nickname "Mad Dog" wasn't given to him for nothing.
Johnny was crazier and more ruthless than all of them. Furthermore, under his crazy appearance, there was a fox-like cunning. His subordinates were all fugitives, and each of them dared to fight. Under Johnny's leadership, they had done many big cases, and their fighting power was much stronger than their subordinates.
Moreover, although they had fewer people, they always stayed together, and even spent the night in their base. They were very careful, and didn't give them a chance to attack them one by one.
If they wanted to completely eliminate this group of lunatics, they would have to pay a high price. This was also the reason why they were able to occupy a place in Brooklyn, even though they were far less powerful than the other two major mafia families.
Now that the strongest fighter, "Mad Dog" Johnny, and his elite subordinates were first defeated by a few people, and then they were all assassinated by someone who snuck into their base. The remaining two forces had no choice but to face the Chinese dojo that they once regarded as a "fat piece of meat."
As the dojo's reputation spread, people started to come. After experiencing the strength of a few boxers, they were willing to pay the tuition fee.
Thus, Steve had a few more "juniors."
Seeing that his juniors had started to learn martial arts from their respective teachers, while Steve could only do the horse stance in the corner of the hall, Steve couldn't help but feel anxious.
Chen Mo felt a little awkward when he heard a foreigner call him "Shifu." However, he could accept it when he thought about how this was the future superhero, Captain America.
"Why are you in such a hurry to learn martial arts?" Chen Mo put on the airs of a master.
"To become stronger, so that I can join the army." Steve had a look of longing when he spoke of joining the army. This had always been his dream, but unfortunately, his weak body had eliminated him time and time again.
"Join the army to kill Nazis?" Chen Mo looked into Steve's eyes and asked.
"No, I don't want to kill anyone, I just want to protect my country." Steve shook his head and said.
"What if your country and my country go to war?"
"Invasion? I don't think I will go. "Steve said seriously.
"What if your country orders you to go?"
"I …"
Seeing that Steve was stumped, Chen Mo patted him on the shoulder. "I just want to tell you, don't be used by politicians, and don't limit your vision to one country. I hope you can be like me and have a great dream."
"Teacher, what is your dream?" Steve was very curious about this.
"My dream is world peace."
Looking at Steve who was looking at him with admiration and gradually falling into deep thought, Chen Mo smiled indifferently. He turned around and sat on the sofa again, waiting for old Eddie to make coffee for him.
The next day, Steve also officially began to learn martial arts from Chen Mo.
It had to be said that Steve was indeed very talented in martial arts. Under Chen Mo's careful teaching, his martial arts ability improved rapidly. Although his strength was weaker than the other "junior brothers," he always won every time they fought.
Martial arts skills were one thing, but more importantly, Steve had a kind of indomitable, heroic spirit, and innate momentum that overwhelmed his opponents.
Even if his strength was not enough and he was in a difficult battle, he could always persist until his opponent fell first. Even if he was knocked down, he would always get up quickly until he defeated his opponent.
Slowly, the junior brothers were no longer willing to fight with him, so he had to fight with a few boxers. Of course, the result was always very miserable, but his strength improved by leaps and bounds. Steve was also very happy about this.
In the blink of an eye, it was April 1943. Chen Mo had been in this world for more than a year.
Winter went and spring came. It was a new beginning.
Chen Mo was wearing a light and soft sweater, sitting comfortably on the sofa in front of the window. He looked at the somewhat cold street outside the window, holding a cup of coffee that old Eddie had just made. He took a sip from it from time to time, and his expression was very comfortable and comfortable.
"Where did Steve go? I just praised him a few times and he started to slack off. "Chen Mo joked with Old Albert.
"You always refused to let him sign up for the army. Today, Huang Quan's student, Jack, passed the conscription examination and officially joined the army. Steve was quite disappointed, so I let him go out and watch a movie to relax." Old Albert said with a smile. He could not help but show a kind of affection on his face. He also liked Steve, this simple and kind young man.
"I was also doing it for his own good. It was not the right time yet." Chen Mo shook his head and continued to lean on the sofa, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.