Hearing the receptionist's question, Lou Cheng's mind spun quickly. He smiled and nodded.
"I'm thinking about it. Can I go in and take a look?"
He wasn't proficient enough in speaking and could only express his thoughts in a concise manner.
If the so-called Dragon Fist was unique and different from others, and the martial arts masters were strong, he wouldn't mind paying to spend a few days here. He could also complete a private spar and not ruin the reputation of the martial arts masters.
"Of course, I'll get someone to lead you in and introduce you," the receptionist replied with a smile, as though she had seen a business deal about to be done.
She picked up the phone and spoke a few words. Soon, a skinny young man came out of the martial arts hall and greeted him warmly. "Chinese?"
"Yes," Lou Cheng answered frankly.
The young man in front of him didn't have a lot of Qi and blood. He could barely see the muscles on his arms.
"Just arrived in Connecticut, right?" The skinny young man sized Lou Cheng up and said with a smile, "The weather here is changeable, so you have to be careful. I forgot to mention, I'm Li Zunping, a student and handyman in the martial arts hall. Let's talk inside. You can take a look around."
"Sure." Lou Cheng followed Li Zunping into the hall with great interest. He toured the training ground on the first floor and the strength and equipment room on the second floor. He found that the layout here was similar to that in China, except that most of the students were foreigners. Looking at the men and women with white, black, or brown skin practicing the horse stance and punching, it was a fascinating feeling.
"What do you think? We are a very orthodox martial arts hall from China. The strength of our instructors is also very strong. A few of them have won the Connecticut Unlimited Fighting Championship … "Li Zunping did his best to introduce the place." Have you practiced martial arts before? If you are a beginner, we have corresponding courses and special training plans … "
Listening to the other party's long-winded speech and glancing at the ordinary punching and kicking practice, Lou Cheng restrained his waning interest and replied with a smile, "Let me think about it. Do you have any promotional materials? Can you give me a copy to take home for a closer look? "
Although the instructors here were able to make a sound with their punches and kicks, and from time to time, they would be able to break wooden planks and break bricks. The cracking sounds made the foreigners admire them, and they felt that the mysterious Chinese Kung Fu was indeed powerful. However, to them, it was really boring. The so-called Dragon Fist seemed to be an ordinary Kung Fu that had been modified to be closer to the local physique.
However, there was a technique to rejecting. He couldn't just say that the martial arts hall was full of weaklings and that he didn't like them. Using "think about it" was an effective way to get away..
"Yes, I'll give you a copy later. Let me tell you, our Dragon Punch Dojo has ten years of history, and we have five or six branches in Connecticut. We're definitely not the kind that scams people's money. Our dojo owner is called Zhu Hong, and he went to Nanyang after he made some achievements in martial arts. He's not very famous in China, so it's normal that you haven't heard of him. Eleven years ago, he migrated to Connecticut, and combined the martial arts and fighting techniques of three different places, he created the 'Dragon Punch'." . "Li Zunping smiled." The competition in the local martial arts field in Connecticut is very intense. The fact that we can survive for ten years proves many things. "
"It sounds like a legend …" Lou Cheng's interest was aroused again. He asked with a smile,
"What about Master Zhu now?"
Maybe the characteristics of Dragon Fist can't be reflected in ordinary teaching practice … I can't be arrogant and blindly deny others …
"Master Zhu is a very busy person. He only oversees each branch for one day. En, the day after tomorrow, on Wednesday, he will come to our place. At that time, you can come and take a look and see the true Dragon Fist." Li Zunping warmly invited.
When the time comes, you'll definitely be eager to join us!
"Alright." Lou Cheng smiled and nodded. Accompanied by Li Zunping, he took the documents and left Dragon Fist Hall.
He lowered his head and opened the Google map again to look for other fighting venues.
In the outdoor cafe across the street, Smith sipped a bitter liquid. Sometimes he would look at the surveillance footage on the computer screen, and sometimes he would look up at the dangerous backpacker-like figure.
Yes, a truly dangerous figure!
Smith had read the information provided by Rainy in detail last night and had an unusually deep understanding of the target he was monitoring.
That was a "mobile high explosive"!
Rolling waves of fire, huge explosions, and wandering cold light all appeared in Smith's mind. He couldn't help but let out an "oh" and scold under his breath.
"Those idiots at the embassy whose brains are full of sh * t. Why did they give this guy a visa? Why didn't the boss just deport him? "
Knowing that he was just complaining, Smith touched his small earpiece and lowered his voice. He instructed a few members of his team to change their positions to avoid being detected by the target.
After doing all this, he raised his head and sipped his coffee while looking at the target in a manner of admiring the scenery.
At this moment, Lou Cheng looked around blankly and coincidentally made eye contact with him.
Smith's body tensed up. He didn't look away in a hurry and pretended that nothing was wrong. He nodded his head in a friendly manner and slowly looked to the side. His reaction was that of any normal American.
Suddenly, he realized that Lou Cheng had moved. That dangerous figure was walking towards the zebra crossing. Taking advantage of the green light, he crossed the street and seemed to be closing in on him!
"Damn it!" Smith quickly lowered his head and pretended to drink his coffee. He cursed in a panic.
He couldn't have discovered something, right?
Should I get up immediately and leave the scene or reveal my identity, explain the need to monitor him, and use legal terms to confuse him?
While he was hesitating, a figure appeared in his line of sight. Lou Cheng stopped right in front of him.
With a whoosh, Smith's back was covered in a layer of cold sweat.
"Smith, this is what every man who wants to be Spiderman has to go through. Show me your courage!" He muttered, raised his head, and calmly looked at the Chinese young man who was "marked with the word" dangerous "in red.
"Sorry, can I bother you? I would like to ask for directions. "Lou Cheng tried his best to make his smile amiable.
Just now, when our eyes met, I decided to ask this fated person for directions!
He looks pretty friendly!
Smith almost raised his hand to dig his ears, suspecting that he had heard wrongly. He replied in a daze,
"No problem."
"Uh, I'm a martial arts enthusiast. Are there any famous martial arts training grounds around here?" Lou Cheng organized his words and asked expectantly.
With Google's map, he wasn't afraid of finding his way. However, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find his next destination because of his headache from reading English. He even complained to his wife about it!
Smith grinned, unfolded the lines on his forehead, and answered with a dazed smile,
"Msasi Martial Arts Arena, at the seventh street. It's one of the important bases of the Geruga Martial Arts Sect. Base, understand?"
"Understood. Thank you." A name flashed across Lou Cheng's mind, and he quickly confirmed the route on the map.
He waved his hand, bade farewell to the kind brown-haired man, and walked towards the seventh street not far away.
Smith waved back reflexively. When he was far away, he wiped his forehead. His hands were wet with cold sweat.
"He's just here to ask for directions?" Smith muttered. "Why is he looking for a martial arts arena? He said he's a martial arts enthusiast … "
As he muttered to himself, Smith's expression suddenly changed. He stood up abruptly and knocked over a chair. Through the device, he issued an order to his subordinates.
"Monitor the Msasi Martial Arts Arena immediately. Mobilize the Nets Above Snares Below. Gather manpower and be on the alert for danger level!"
A dangerous level martial artist from China heading to the Geruga Sect's martial arts arena was bound to give rise to bad thoughts!
…
After more than 30 minutes, he finally saw the huge signboard of the Msasi Martial Arts Arena. The logo of the Geruga Sect was printed on it: "A Fist Holding a Trident". Below the signboard were the words "Msasi" and "Msasi".
"This is the place. It's much more luxurious than the Dragon Punch Dojo …" Lou Cheng pushed open the door and entered happily.
The receptionist at the front desk was a blonde, blue-eyed girl in a red dress with an explosive figure. She paused for a moment, then slowed down her pace and asked,
"You're here to learn martial arts?"
"Yes. Can I take a look before making a decision?" Lou Cheng answered with familiarity.
"Of course you can." The blonde girl revealed a smile and reminded him in a friendly manner, "Many martial artists have a fiery temper. After you enter, you have to remember a few things. Don't stare at others practicing. If someone provokes you, pretend you didn't see or hear it. As for words of discrimination, please bear with it, okay?"
"Okay!" Lou Cheng nodded with a smile.
After waiting for two minutes, a black youth with pigtails and dressed in a very hip-hop style walked out. When he opened his mouth, Lou Cheng suspected for a moment that he would say something like "yo yo yo".
"Oh, a shy Asian boy." The black youth laughed. "I'm Brook."
"Hello, Brook." Lou Cheng didn't introduce himself and followed him into the Msasi Martial Arts Arena.
They had just taken a few steps when they were greeted by a huge figure. It was a muscular black man who was obviously more than two meters tall. His arms were exaggerated and shiny, comparable to Lou Cheng's thighs.
With a mocking smile, he glanced at Lou Cheng's "thin and weak" arms and flexed his terrifying biceps.
"Little boy, martial arts isn't suitable for you!"
After saying that, the bald giant didn't wait for a reply. He let out a carefree laugh and turned into another room.
"Don't mind him. Olsen was just joking. He's actually a very kind and humorous person." Brook hurriedly explained to Lou Cheng, who was a little stunned. "Compared to other martial artists."
…
After watching Lou Cheng and Brook enter, the blonde girl looked outside with nothing to do. Suddenly, she saw someone jumping between the tall buildings like a spider.
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