So, it's no wonder Luca would say these things.
Gao Yi sighed helplessly and said, "The Kung Fu passed down in my family is Hsing Yi Boxing. My grandfather began teaching me Hsing Yi Boxing when I was five years old, and then when I was thirteen, he took me to learn the Eight Trigram Palm..."
Luca laughed and said, "Actually, I don't care what Kung Fu you use, I only care about your ability to kill people with your bare hands. Okay, now let's talk about how we can collaborate, and speaking of collaboration..."
Gao Yi said very seriously, "Don't interrupt me, I am talking about the inheritance of my school; this is a serious matter."
Luca had no choice but to make a gesture of invitation.
Gao Yi continued, "I started practicing Eight Trigram Palm at the age of thirteen, learned Meng Family Baji Fist at sixteen, and by nineteen, I had obtained the boxing manual and continued the Six Hearts Connect Technique, which had been interrupted for more than thirty years."
Gao Yi spoke very seriously and solemnly, even though he knew Luca couldn't understand a word, but this was about inheritance, and if he was going to talk about it, he couldn't omit a single detail; it was his duty as a Kung Fu inheritor.
He had to let Luca listen to the end; it was a matter of etiquette and dignity.
After finishing talking about his lineage, Gao Yi sighed and said, "Kung Fu is a technique for killing, not quite like what is shown in the movies; it's not that magical, but it's more efficient."
Luca nodded continuously and said, "Okay then, if you're good at Kung Fu, that means the Kung Fu is good. I actually only care if you can efficiently kill targets with your bare hands."
Gao Yi said, quite perplexed, "But in my view, Kung Fu is useless in this era. I am strong, but just one bullet and I'm dead. I've survived until now only because my heart is in the wrong place."
To Luca, the things Gao Yi spoke of were somewhat disconcerting.
"You're wrong, how can Kung Fu be useless?"
Luca said sincerely, "Using a gun to kill is indeed very simple, but you have to understand, for an assassin, in the vast majority of situations, there's simply no opportunity to use a gun, not even a chance to carry or use any weapon."
"Uh, that makes sense."
Luca said excitedly, "You were born to be an assassin, you're a natural-born killer. Let's collaborate; Kung Fu can make you a lot of money!"
Can Kung Fu really make money?
Until today, Gao Yi had always been skeptical.
The poor tend to be learned, the wealthy tend to be martial; practicing Kung Fu costs money.
Since he was a child, Gao Yi had to eat better and more than others; food expenses were a major cost.
He spent a great deal of energy on Kung Fu, and his academic performance in junior high was not good. He barely made it to high school, and eventually, he just graduated from a junior college with a degree in tourism management...
After graduation, he couldn't find a job. He was reluctant to work on a construction site, moving bricks, and felt that delivery work was too torturous. After many years of practicing Kung Fu, he had a skill and couldn't settle for these jobs.
The best would be to be a movie star, but unfortunately, nowadays people don't watch Kung Fu movies anymore, and besides, Gao Yi's fighting style was not visually appealing.
Then Gao Yi thought he could make a big income becoming an internet star, so he started live streaming. After three months, he gathered over 140 fans and made sixteen dollars before giving up.
Streaming wasn't his thing, Gao Yi felt becoming a fighting star wouldn't be bad either.
But training in real Kung Fu required a partner; as a child, it was Gao Yi's grandfather who partnered with him, but as he grew into his teens, his grandfather grew old and his health was not good, so he could no longer partner with him. By the time he reached college, there was no opportunity to compete or spar with anyone.
Gao Yi began challenging online so-called Kung Fu masters who were popular on the internet, and each time, none of them made a sound after being challenged; everyone was a master online, but in person, everything was fake.
The worst part was when one master just lay down upon engagement, and in the end, Gao Yi had no choice but to sell his house in the county and compensate that old fraud with one hundred thousand dollars.
Then Gao Yi realized something, to become a fighting star, he could not spar with those traditional martial artists; there were too many charlatans.
Then Gao Yi started looking for gyms, to fight those who practiced Sanda and mixed martial arts.
This was the correct path until Gao Yi ended up injuring a Sanda instructor.
Sanda could indeed fight, and you had to go all out. Gao Yi couldn't hold back and ended up paying four hundred thousand in compensation.
Finally, Gao Yi thought it was better to come to Thailand because from what he saw online, the fighting environment here was much better. As long as he could enter a boxing gym, he could have sparring partners and get familiar with the rules and styles of the ring. Maybe one day he could become a big star.
But then, he was shot once, and had his heart not been misplaced, he would have died.
After so many years of practicing Kung Fu, all Gao Yi had was net earnings of eighty dollars and had hemorrhaged fifty-two thousand dollars, accumulating an external debt of one hundred thirteen thousand and forty-six dollars, and a bullet hole in his body.
At this point, the only thing limiting Gao Yi's earning potential was a moral factor.
There was nothing more to consider; Gao Yi looked at Luca and said, "First tell me who that target worth one million dollars is. I also want to state upfront that if you want me to kill a good person, an ordinary person, I won't do it!"
"Does a good person have a bounty of one million dollars?"
After questioning Gao Yi, Luca confidently said, "The target is Gray Horace, a warlord from Liberia who has occupied a significant territory. His controlled territory is a living hell; he was tried in absentia by the neighboring country, Sierra Leone, for crimes against humanity and sentenced to four hundred sixty years. What do you think about taking out this kind of person?"
Such a scumbag; killing him would be delivering divine justice!
Gao Yi said without hesitation, "We must collaborate; this money, I'll definitely make it!"