On a rainy night, there was a strange knock on the door of Du'e Martial Arts School, which was on the verge of closing down. The owner of the gym, Chen Du, opened the door and saw only a faded red cloth shoe. Then he received a mysterious phone call warning him not to practice that boxing style. After offering incense and frying the fire, my old friend Uncle Zhou hurried over and pointed out with a solemn expression that these were guide shoes.
