In less than ten minutes, Yue Heng arrived at the General Administration of Foreign Powers in China.
Xu Junhao was waiting at the entrance.
Seeing Yue Heng rush over, he was a little surprised. "Your motorcycle is not bad."
Of course, Yue Heng did not run over. He was driving the Harley that he had seized in Mai. He usually kept it in his storage and took it out when he needed it.
"Mai."
Yue Heng turned off the engine and got off. He tossed the car keys in his hand. "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
He still had one in his storage.
"I have a car."
Xu Junhao shook his head. "You don't have a license plate on your car, right? I'll get you a Beijing license plate later."
Beijing's motorcycle license plates were not as rare as car license plates, and the application process was not complicated.
However, he saw that Yue Heng's motorcycle looked like a fake, so he offered to help.
Yue Heng did not reject his brother-in-law's kindness. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Xu Junhao hurriedly pulled him inside. "Help me deal with the Russians, and I'll get you a No.666 license plate!"
Yue Heng could not help but laugh.
He had heard Xu Junhao mention that the Russian delegation had come to Beijing for an exchange.
However, Yue Heng had no intention of participating.
In fact, when Xu Junhao had called to say that the Supers of the General Administration of Foreign Powers had been utterly defeated in the arena and had lost four rounds in a row, he had not wanted to make a move either.
Only by knowing shame could one be brave, and experiencing some setbacks was not a bad thing for Supers.
That was because the new generation of Supers usually had a proud and arrogant mentality, especially the Supers of the Super class. Their mentality often swelled with the increase in strength.
There were such signs in the Jiangnan Administration of Foreign Powers, and the General Administration of Foreign Powers in Beijing was no exception.
It was completely acceptable for the foreign experts to break their from-the-bottom mentality.
However, when Yue Heng heard the victory cries of the Russians on the phone earlier, he was quite unhappy.
He actually had some collectivist feelings and was also a nationalist.
Encountering an outsider causing trouble in their territory, it was inevitable that their fists would itch.
Under Xu Junhao's guidance, Yue Heng arrived at the training center.
"Who else?"
At this moment, Mao Xiong was still roaring in the arena.
As the representative of the Russian Supers, Big Ivan had already won six matches in a row.
As every match ended very quickly, his stamina consumption was very low, and the continuous victories made him even more arrogant. He looked at the Supers of the General Administration of Heterogeneity below the stage with the eyes of a victor.
He searched for his next target.
The Supers of China who were swept by Big Ivan's gaze were all ashamed and angry.
Most of them were young people. Although they were courageous and hot-blooded, they knew their limits.
The strongest group of people had already entered the ring, and none of them could fight a full round with Big Ivan.
The difference between them was extremely obvious.
Under such circumstances, those with weak strength like them would only be asking for humiliation if they went up!
"Is there no one else?"
Big Ivan was very disappointed. He spoke in Chinese, and although it was very stiff with a thick foreign accent, everyone present could hear it clearly.
Many of the Supers of China turned red and could not help but clench their fists.
The atmosphere in the training center became solemn and oppressive.
At this time, the leader of the Russian delegation sitting in the audience coughed and gestured to Big Ivan in the ring.
He signaled the latter to stop while he was ahead.
After all, China was not Myrica. They came here for the purpose of a peaceful exchange. As a guest, if they made the host lose face, it would go against the purpose of the exchange.
Of course, Big Ivan's crushing victory over the Supers of China also made the Russians look down on him.
In the future, when the Supers organizations or teams of the two countries cooperated, they would definitely take the lead.
The logic of the Russians was that simple — the one with the harder fist would speak!
Big Ivan, who received the leader's signal, curled his lips, shook his head, and prepared to leave the stage.
He had not played enough yet!
"Wait."
Right at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice at the same time and saw Yue Heng striding toward the big ring. When he was two meters away, he suddenly jumped high.
He landed steadily on the ring!
Immediately, a buzzing sound of discussion rang out in the surroundings.
Who is this?
Everyone had the same question in their minds.
Among the people present, no one except Xu Junhao knew this young man who had just gone on stage.
Only Ma Yinghui saw Xu Junhao, who came in with Yue Heng, and guessed his identity.
However, this director of the General Administration of Foreign Affairs was very skeptical that Yue Heng's strength was as strong as Xu Junhao said.
After all, the two of them were not on the same level in terms of size.
Big Ivan was about 2.1 meters tall, and Yue Heng was only a little over 1.8 meters. The difference was nearly thirty centimeters.
Moreover, Mao Xiong's physique looked much stronger than Yue Heng's, and the previous competition had proven that his reaction speed was not the slightest bit inferior, and his combat experience and skills were even more brilliant.
Could Yue Heng beat him?
It was not only Ma Yinghui who was skeptical, but Big Ivan also grinned at the sight of the new challenger.
He raised his index finger at Yue Heng and shook it, saying, "You, are not, my match!"
Big Ivan regarded Yue Heng as a hot-blooded youth. Although he somewhat admired Yue Heng's courage, he did not take the latter seriously and did not even bother to make a move.
There was no glory in winning against an opponent like Yue Heng.
Big Ivan, who was about to step down, was dispirited.
Yue Heng smiled.
He raised his right fist. "You, as long as you can take this punch of mine, it's your win."
Big Ivan's expression suddenly changed.
This Mao Xiong's Chinese level was very low, but he could still understand Yue Heng's meaning.
Most importantly, he heard the contempt and disdain in Yue Heng's words.
Big Ivan suddenly felt that his dignity had been seriously challenged, and the way he looked at Yue Heng immediately changed.
He changed his mind.
"You, made me angry!"
A pair of bear eyes stared at Yue Heng, and Big Ivan let out a low growl. "I'm very angry!"
"Get used to it."
Yue Heng took a step forward and threw a punch at his opponent.
In this punch, Yue Heng only used one-tenth of the power of the Sacred Martial Nuclear Fist.
However, wherever his fist went, the surrounding air was instantly pulled and contracted by an invisible force, and then exploded with a loud bang, slamming toward Big Ivan with an earth-shattering force.
In the ring, the muffled sound was like thunder!
Before the power of the fist reached his body, Big Ivan already felt the threat that suffocated him.
He was shocked to find that his tyrannical strength was so weak in the face of this oncoming mighty force.
This Mao Xiong wanted to struggle, to resist, to dodge, but just as he raised his arms, his whole body flew backward as if he was hit by a ten-thousand-pound hammer.
He slammed into the side rope, somersaulted, and fell off the ring!
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