Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Dragon Phoenix Building, Zhai Guang's office.

"Do you want to become stronger?" Zhai Guang wiped his hands with a clean white towel. He cooked a dish himself on a whim just now, and then he received a call from Liu Jie, and now he is sitting face to face with me.

"Yes." I looked at Zhai Guang's bald head and the horrible scar that cut across his face.

At noon Liu Jie told me that Zhai Guang was stronger than him.

"Tell me your reason." Zhai Guang put the white towel aside and crossed his hands: "Don't talk nonsense for physical fitness, I want to know what you really think." [

"In order not to be bullied." My arm was still aching, it was the imprint left by Brother Long.

"Haha..." Zhai Guang laughed suddenly: "With Liu Jie and Han Bing, will you still be bullied?"

"They won't always be by my side." I clenched my fists: "The most reliable thing is still my own fist."

"Okay, well, the most reliable one is your own fist." Zhai Guang nodded with satisfaction: "So, you want to practice boxing?"

"Yes." Liu Jie made Brother Long's younger brothers lie on the ground in just a few seconds, relying on his hands.

Zhai Guang came over and squeezed my arm, probably checking my physical qualifications.Then he shook his head: "Your health is too bad..."

I lowered my head: "I have been exercising very seriously."

"There are exercise methods for poor health." Zhai Guang patted me on the shoulder: "You need some skills."

"I've read a lot of books on fighting techniques!"

"That kind of stuff is useless, come with me." Zhai Guang got up and walked out of the office.

"Where are you going?" I followed closely, feeling a little inexplicably excited.

Zhai Guang ignored me, and asked me when he was going down the stairs: "Why did you remember to learn to fight with Liu Jie?"

I recounted what happened at noon, emphasizing how Liu Jie miraculously knocked Brother Long's younger brothers down to the ground in an instant.

After hearing this, Zhai Guang burst into laughter. At this time we walked to the lobby, he pointed to the brand new fish tank replaced in the corner: "The old man smashed the fish tank with his fist, do you remember?"

"Remember." The domineering fist of the old-fashioned is the strongest I have ever seen in my life.