When the middle-aged man saw Huang Shaohong kicking the signboard of 'Goju-ryu' into pieces, he became furious. He used his hand to support the handrail of the stairs and jumped down from the stairs.

When he landed, he bent his knees slightly to absorb the force of his fall, just like a civet cat falling from a height, falling to the ground silently.

"good!"

"The master is mighty!"

The coaches and some students immediately cheered.

The middle-aged man strode towards Huang Shaohong: "I am the owner of this place, 'Aota Shinichi'. Why do you want to tear down my 'Goju-ryu' sign?"

Huang Shaohong showed an apologetic expression on his face, cupped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tear down your 'Goju-ryu' sign!"

His attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees, and everyone was stunned. Just now he hit someone and shouted to kick him out. Why are he apologizing now?

Some students who didn't like him started to boo: "Why do you get so scared when you see our gym leader? You are so awesome!"

Some students who were optimistic about him shook their heads in disappointment, thinking that he was scared.

However, Huang Shaohong's expression remained unchanged and he said: "I'm here to compete in the gym, and I will tear down any sign of 'what kind of shit'!"

"idiot!"

Qingtian Shinichi didn't know that he was being tricked. He roared angrily, strode forward, and punched Huang Shaohong with a step up.

This punch was fired with anger, and the speed of the punch was astonishing, creating a whistling wind and an indomitable momentum, as if there was a wall in front of me and it could be demolished with one punch.

"Well done!"

Huang Shaohong doesn't dodge or dodge. He comes to play in the gym and is not afraid of getting hurt. He just wants to hone his hidden strength, so he uses a tiger-shaped chopping palm to fight head-on.

He has perfected his tiger form. Every time he strikes, he makes a dull tiger roar and has an invincible aura, which gives the people around him the illusion that there is really a tiger that leaps up and pounces.

'boom'

The two exchanged moves, but Huang Shaohong didn't move at all. Qingtian Shinichi, thump thump, took a few big steps back. This time, he was not as light as a civet cat. Every step was like a heavy hammer, hitting the ground with a bang.

'There was such a sound that the floor beneath my feet was cracked.

Huang Shaohong stepped on his back, and a 'White Crane and Grass' rushed after him, shouting: "If you don't come up with something powerful, don't blame me for beating you to death!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward and twisted his body to deliver a body slam.

Qingtian was so shocked that he immediately crossed his arms in front of him, regardless of the soreness in his right arm!

With a 'bang' sound, the fists and arms intersected, and two 'click, click, click' sounds were heard. Aota Shinichi was actually beaten and flew out. His two arms obviously changed their shape. The sound of bone breaking just now was made by his two arms.

'boom'

Aota Shinichi was beaten five meters away and hit the wall before he stopped. The sleeves on his two arms were all burst open and his flesh and blood were bloody. At this time, he was shivering in pain. He slid along the wall and sat on the ground, using

A trembling voice asked: "Who...are you?"

"Chinese!"

Huang Shaohong shook his head in disappointment. He punched with secret strength, trying to force out the opponent's true strength. Unexpectedly, the opponent had no real strength. The first punch was already with all his strength, so how could he stop his secret strength?

A hammering technique!

Ming Jin was just a man of strength and didn't help Huang Shaohong much. He turned around and left without leaving his name. Several coaches tried to stop him, but when he glared at him, they all took a few steps back in shock.

Huang Shaohong took the plaque, thought for a while, turned around and walked back. Those people thought he was going to get angry, so they took a few steps back in fright.

He walked up to Shinichi Aoda, and regardless of the other person's fearful eyes, he said to him: "Originally, I wanted you to sign, but I guess you can't do it in this situation, so I'll give you a thumbprint!"

As he spoke, he ignored the injury of the other person's fracture, and amidst the screams, he grabbed the other person's palm, dipped blood on the wound on his other arm, pressed it directly on his white plaque, then stood up and turned around to leave.

He strode out of the karate gym. As soon as he went out, he met two policemen walking towards the gym. When they saw him coming out of the temple, they asked:

"Are you from this gym? Do you know who called the police and what happened?"

Huang Shaohong turned the plaque over to prevent them from seeing the words and bloody handprints on the plaque. At the same time, he said: "I am from the decoration company. You should go and take a look. There was a fight inside. The curator and three coaches were fighting each other.

, it’s a matter of comparing who’s health is thicker and defense is higher, it’s so miserable, hey, being addicted to games kills people!”

After he finished speaking, he nodded: "I'm going to deliver the goods, you guys hurry up and get busy!"

"Hey... just wait a minute, we need to record a statement for the witness!" A policeman saw him walking away and couldn't help but yelled.

Huang Shaohong said without looking back: "Where are the forty or fifty people inside? Just ask them. I'm in a hurry to send the plaque to the company. I'm waiting over there. You can work on it for a while and I'll be back!"

When the policeman heard that there were forty or fifty people inside, he immediately nodded: "Thank you!"

After saying that, the two policemen hurried into the club, and Huang Shaohong got directly into the car he was looking for and said to the driver:

"Go to the next karate gym!"

In one day, Huang Shaohong visited more than 20 karate gyms and dojos, but he didn't encounter a single breakthrough dark power boxer.

There were more than twenty handprints on the plaque, which made him wonder, isn't there a master in karate?

When he made such a fuss, the entire capital was in chaos, and the police department was dispatched more than 20 times. However, without exception, all the karate gyms and dojos chose to settle the matter and told the police that it was a friendly discussion. In the end, everything was over.

Of.

It's not that they don't want to pursue the case, but they are afraid that if word spreads, the reputation of karate will be ruined. If they choose to call the police and arrest people when the gym is kicked out, why open a martial arts gym?

When Huang Shaohong returned to the Siheyuan, word spread in the martial arts circles in the capital that there was a young master who had chosen more than 20 karate gyms. The Japanese Karate Federation directly protested to the Chinese Wushu Association, and the Chinese Wushu Association was also disgraced.

He turned his head and looked around to find out which family the kid was from.

The Karate Federation does not call the police but only protests, because this is an unspoken rule. There are also many Chinese martial arts schools in the Japanese country, and it is okay to kick them out. If you kick them out on such a large scale, you are causing trouble.

Huang Shaohong doesn't know these things, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care about who he loves!

After returning to the courtyard, he hid the plaque in his luggage, called a favorite restaurant to order a meal, and went to play chess with his cheap senior brother Zhou Binglin.

Old man Zhou also asked him what he was busy with today, and Huang Shaohong said he was looking around to see if he could make friends in the martial arts world.

Zhou Binglin guessed what he was thinking and said with a smile: "The martial arts community in Beijing is in deep trouble. If you want to find someone to compete with, don't mess around. I can help you arrange it!"

Huang Shaohong smiled and said nothing. After eating, the two of them practiced boxing and nourished their energy. After turning off the lights, he directly entered the game world to upgrade his level in order to increase his attributes and make his strength even further.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, while Zhou Binglin was breathing in and out with his eyes closed, he went out again with the sign saying 'All the little devils are sick men of East Asia' under his arm.

He was thinking about whether to change his boxing style to kicking. Then he thought about it and found out yesterday that there were more than 40 relatively large karate dojos in the entire capital city, and half of them were already used for kicking. It was better to collect them all.
Chapter completed!