"T, I remember you know kung fu, right? Why don't you go up and challenge him? He is insulting you Chinese people." A foreigner laughed and nudged the buddy next to him with his elbow.

"Jim, I am a lighthouse person. I was born in the lighthouse country. I studied in the lighthouse country and went to university. I have never been to China. I can't even speak Chinese. This joke is not funny, brother." He was a little bit. Responded speechlessly.

"Hahaha, but you know Kung Fu, don't you? I saw Chinese Kung Fu in your yard last time."

"That's what my father taught me. Our family is really good at kung fu."

"Oh~ cool! Then why don't you go up to the ring and fight? Like Han Lan." The foreigner said while imitating Han Lan's moves.

The Lighthouse citizen named T glanced at him speechlessly: "Jim, Kung Fu is not for fighting in the ring. When my father taught me Kung Fu, he also taught me again and again that you are not allowed to fight with others, and you are not allowed to go to the ring."

"Watt? What are you doing practicing kung fu?"

"I don't know, that's how my grandfather taught my father. Maybe he didn't want to cause trouble. As you know, Jim, the status of us Chinese in the Lighthouse Country is very embarrassing, especially my grandfather and my great-grandfather's generation." t He shrugged and smiled bitterly.

In fact, many Chinese who went to sea to make a living during the Last Dynasty were very good at martial arts, and they were passed down from generation to generation. After all, no one will protect you overseas, you can only protect yourself.

But later these people discovered that Kung Fu could not protect themselves, but was more likely to cause trouble, so gradually many martial arts practitioners ordered their descendants not to use Kung Fu outside, and to just tolerate everything.

If you endure it, you will get used to it.

As for why some people still practice kung fu, maybe it’s just for the memory of my grandfather’s generation.

…

…

Han Lan's car finally arrived at the martial arts hall. As soon as the car stopped and people got out of the car, An Yi and others chased after them.

"Han Shuai!"

An Yi shouted in a hurry, but Han Lan ignored her and walked straight to the martial arts hall with Xia Ningxuan, Fang Qiaorui and Li Mingbo.

An Yi and others also quickly chased after him.

"Sister Yi, you don't have to persuade me anymore. I've already come here, and it's impossible for me to go back like this."

An Yi quickly followed him and pushed up her glasses very ably: "Han Shuai, times have changed. In this era, problems cannot be solved with fists."

Han Lan ignored her and continued walking inside.

But An Yi continued: "Han Lan, you have to rely on the law and the rules!"

"Oh." Han Lan said perfunctorily.

An Yi quickly followed up, leaned next to him and reminded in a low voice: "According to the laws of Castile, as long as the accidental death of a player is not caused by a foul action, legal responsibility will not be pursued."

Han Lan paused slightly and looked at her deeply.

The corner of An Yi's mouth raised slightly: "But what is a foul action can be controversial. Han Shuai, you need an excellent team of lawyers."

Han Lan didn't answer, didn't need to look back, and continued walking forward silently.

Behind him was a team of professionals in suits and ties holding briefcases who were familiar with Castilian law and international law.

"Han Shuai." An Yi suddenly called him again.

"Um?"

"If you can, spare his life and don't dirty your hands." An Yi finally reminded her.

Han Lan didn't agree to her, just glanced at Xia Ningxuan, and then kicked the door open.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience in the infield. The Dou Mao team, which had just finished adjusting the equipment and was taking test shots, immediately turned the camera around. The cameraman trotted over with the camera on his shoulder, following Han Lan throughout the process.

The scene where Han Lan kicked in the door just now was also broadcast live. It was very rude and arrogant, but the audience in the live broadcast room felt inexplicably comfortable.

There is a six-hour time difference between City Z and China, and it is exactly lunch time in China. This is a prime time for live broadcasts, and many people have the habit of eating and watching live broadcasts.

The Dou Mao live broadcast team had already approved the live broadcast in China in advance. They immediately promoted the live broadcast room and placed it in the most conspicuous place on the homepage. Many viewers clicked in angrily when they saw the title and cover.

We haven’t even played in the ring yet, so we were furiously typing on the keyboard at Shota Yagi in the ring the whole time.

It's a pity that the keyboard was broken and Yagi Shota was still sitting upright without any reaction.

Fortunately, at this time, Han Lan kicked in the door and came in.

Yagi Shota finally opened his eyes and glanced at him with disgust, feeling that he was very rude.

Yagi Shota didn't need to say anything. His team came up to stop Han Lan and asked if he wanted to challenge. When Han Lan nodded in agreement, he handed over various guarantees and responsibility letters.

An Yi and others helped keep an eye on these, and they were all dealt with quickly.

Han Lan did not change clothes, but took off his jacket and gave it to Xia Ningxuan to keep for safekeeping, and then walked onto the ring. He usually wears loose sportswear in his leisure time, which does not restrict his movements.

Yagi Shota also stood up silently and briefly stretched his muscles.

The referee saw both players taking their positions and walked onto the ring.

The referee is not from the martial arts gym. This arena was registered with the Western European Fighting Federation, and all notaries were provided by the alliance.

The rules of MMA are also adopted. As long as the moves are not expressly prohibited in the rules, you can use them, regardless of which martial arts school the player is practicing.

In addition, some restrictions were relaxed based on the wishes of both parties, including on dress code.

Shota Yagi doesn't like wearing gloves, so he doesn't wear them.

Han Lan doesn't wear it either.

This is almost the style of underground black boxing. If it were an MMA main event, it would never be allowed. But for this kind of privately arranged ring, the alliance will be slightly more relaxed.

What's more, neither of the two warring parties are Western Europeans. As long as both of them are willing, they won't wear gloves if they don't want to.

The referee started to follow the procedure to read out the rules and precautions of the game, but at this moment, Fujiwara Sakurayuki's voice came from outside the door: "Han Jun——"

The two people on the ring subconsciously looked over and saw Fujiwara Sakurayuki rushing in panting.

"Han Jun, don't fight..."

Han Lan ignored her and signaled the referee to continue.

"Han Jun, I apologize to you on behalf of Yagi. Please don't hit... Yamu! You soulless... don't hit me, do you hear me?"

Fujiwara Sakurayuki cried, and then ran to tear up the scroll with the word "Sick Man of East Asia" on it, but was stopped by the security personnel at the scene. Assistant Ishida also quickly went up to dissuade her from messing around.

Shota Yagi took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his chest, raised his head and stared at Han Lan, waiting for the referee to announce the start.

Han Lan looked at him indifferently, not affected by Fujiwara Sakurayuki at all.
Chapter completed!