When Chen Zhao arrived at the fitness center, the female reporter appeared before him again.
"Mr. Chen, you're an illegal doctor, right? Did you give Rufford illegal drugs? Rufford's results improved so much. Is it related to the drugs you gave him? "
In this country, reporters were the uncrowned kings in the truest sense. They could twist any sentence into the content they wanted.
"Who told you I'm a doctor? I'm not. "
If Chen Zhao admitted that he was a doctor, the first to find him wouldn't be the Medical Administration or the Health and Safety Department, but the tax bureau.
How scary was the tax bureau?
There was a rumor that a drug lord had been targeted by the tax bureau for tax evasion.
Then, the drug lord was caught by the law because the tax bureau found evidence that even the FBI couldn't find.
It wasn't hard to imagine how scary the tax bureau was.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Rufford admitted it himself."
"Admitted what? I know Rufford, but that doesn't mean I'll treat him. "
"Mr. Chen, are you hiding the truth that Rufford took performance-enhancing drugs?"
"If Rufford took performance-enhancing drugs, the IAAF and anti-doping organizations will come. If you have evidence, please take it out. If not, you'll get a lawyer's letter."
A lawyer's letter actually didn't have any legal effect. Basically, it was a verbal warning. If you kept talking, Chen Zhao would beat you up.
Just find a law firm and you can get them to write one for a hundred dollars.
Kate stared at Chen Zhao, gritting her teeth. This Chinese guy was harder to deal with than she'd imagined. He'd answered her questions flawlessly.
"Mr. Chen, if you're worried about your identity being exposed, I can guarantee that I'll hide your identity …"
"What identity? I'm just a Chinese working in America with a green card. If you keep speculating, I'll sue you for harassment, slander, and racism. "
"When was I racist?"
Any professional identity, as long as it was related to racial discrimination, would be big trouble.
Even the uncrowned king reporters didn't dare to touch this line.
If she went to court because of this, she'd lose her job even if she wasn't convicted.
In America, people of color always liked to talk about their skin color, especially black people.
Chen Zhao was just playing with a spear with a stick. If you want to mess with me, I won't let you have it easy either.
"I think you're racist," Chen Zhao answered matter-of-factly.
There was a belief among the black community that if I think you're being racist, then you're being racist, even if you're not.
In other words, you can't let me feel any malice from you. Otherwise, you're being racist.
Kate stared at his back and clenched her fists.
When Chen Zhao arrived at the fitness center, he would greet the members he was familiar with.
Chen Zhao was considered an old acquaintance here. After all, there weren't many people who dared to hire Gaia as a coach.
Ge Ya was currently sparring with a student in the arena.
The student was about 1.8 meters tall. His weight should be about the same as Chen Zhao's.
However, his strength was much smaller. At least Gaia was holding the padding in one hand. When the student's fist hit the padding, Gaia did not move at all.
If it were old, Gaia would need to hold the pads with both hands.
"More emphasis, more emphasis, it's too light. Anderson, did you not have breakfast? Or did you use all your strength on a woman's belly? "Gaia used the padding to block the student's fist. The student took two steps back, his legs already weak.
"Okay, Anderson, go and rest." Gaia patted Anderson's shoulder.
"Chen, change into your gear and come up to practice."
Gaia and Chen Zhao sparred while Chen Zhao became the defender. He held the pads and put on the gear.
"Up, down, up, down, left, right, right, left, up …"
Every time Gaia attacked, she would remind Chen Zhao where she was going to attack.
Chen Zhao would block accordingly. After 15 minutes of sparring, both Chen Zhao and Gaia were covered in sweat.
Anderson walked up to give him water and patted Chen Zhao's arm. "Chen, why is there such a huge difference in strength and speed even though we're about the same size?"
Anderson wanted to learn from Chen Zhao. "Maybe it's because I train a lot," Chen Zhao said. "I'm also a coach, so I'm more familiar with how to make myself stronger."
The same size didn't mean the same strength. There was also the problem of fat ratio.
A normal person's fat ratio was around 12% to 10%. Athletes' fat ratio was around 5%. Some top athletes' fat ratio was even as low as 4% or 3%.
The lower the fat ratio, the greater the explosive power in a short period of time.
Biologically speaking, fat was used to store energy and prevent starvation when there was a lack of food.
On the other hand, muscle represented a species' food chain rank during hunting. The stronger and faster one was, the more advantage they would have.
After civilization appeared, society shifted from primitive hunting to agriculture. Fat was no longer an advantage for survival. Instead, it became a disadvantage that hindered labor.
However, after thousands of years of evolution, the human body hadn't completely broken away from the primitive state. In fact, being too strong might even shorten one's lifespan.
For example, many athletes might be talented, but this talent was reflected in their potential.
In their professional careers, they were able to reach higher, stronger, and faster levels. However, once they passed their golden age, their conditions would rapidly decline.
Then, the injuries accumulated in their career would attack their bodies.
Anderson and Chen Zhao talked for a while. Chen Zhao learned that Anderson was an amateur boxing enthusiast.
His goal seemed to be to fight in an official competition, but his potential was very average.
"Anderson, spar with Chen," Gaia said. "Feel his strength."
After Anderson and Chen Zhao both put on protective gear, Anderson could really feel Chen Zhao's heavy fists.
Even though Chen Zhao held back most of his strength, Anderson was still forced back every time.
"Anderson, Chen, switch. Anderson, attack. Chen, defend."
With the switch, Anderson's feeling changed again. He didn't feel like he was sparring with a person. Instead, he felt like he was facing a wall. He couldn't move at all.
As their coach, Gaia could obviously see the difference between them.
Chen Zhao's fitness was too outstanding. Even if it was Gaia, she wouldn't have a chance of winning in terms of pure strength.
Not to mention Anderson, whose fitness was only average.
After getting off the ring, the three stood by the window to rest and drink water. Anderson asked, "Gaia, how can I be like Chen Zhao?"
Gaia glanced at Chen Zhao. "In terms of fitness, it's almost impossible for you to surpass Chen. You can only surpass him in terms of technique."
"Then do I still have room to improve in technique?"
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