Song Yan pondered hard on why Zhao Xiaoyu got mad, but he didn't have an answer. He shook that off from his mind and came to the equipment area. He did dozens of push-ups, but was not tired at all.
"It's so boring." Song Yan thought to himself. If it weren't for Zhao Fengyang, he would not come to the boxing school again.
"Who is in charge? We are from the Longway Boxing School." A loud voice came from outside the entrance. People in the boxing school stared across the hall. A tall, bald-headed young man with a pair of ferocious eyes was standing outside the entrance. A narrow scar on his left face presented a look of fierce.
Meanwhile, a middle-aged man in black gown strolled into the hall, followed by two vigorous young men.
"They want to challenge the Zhao Boxing School." Song Yan thought.
He Yong walked towards them with a warm smile and greeted, "I'm He Yong. I'm in charge of the daily affairs of Zhao Boxing School. May I have your name, please?"
The bald-headed man cast a scornful glance at He Yong and scolded, "Get out of my way! Ask Zhao Fengyang to welcome my master."
Martial artists are all hot blood. He Yong had been so nice to them, but the man was so rude. He Yong couldn't stand it anymore. He stared coldly at the man and retorted, "Who do you think you are? I don't think you are qualified to be welcomed by my master."
"Exactly!" The rest people in the boxing school gathered around He Yong to back him up.
"Fuck you! You are screwed." The bald-headed man shouted as he drew back his arm to punch him in the face.
"You are asking for it!" He Yong narrowed his eyes, bent the knees and blocked the man's fist. Meanwhile, he kicked the man's shin with his right leg.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Crashing sounds were heard one after another. They fought against each other for several movements. The bald-headed man gave a chocked cry as he stepped back several paces before he steadied himself.
He Yong stood still without stepping backing. The students of the Zhao Boxing School cheered in chorus; some even scoffed the bald-headed man.
The bald-headed man's face flushed with shame. He dashed to He Yong, in an attempt to fight him back.
The middle-aged man opened his mouth, "Abiao, back off, you are no match for him."
"Yes, Master." Abiao stepped back.
The middle-aged man stepped forward and said with a smile, "I'm Xu Zaishan, head of Longway Boxing School. I'm here today to challenge Master Zhao. Is Master Zhao here?"
He who respects the others shall be respected.
Xu Zaishan acted in a friend way, so He Yong answered politely, "Nice to meet you, Master Xu. My master has been away for a while. Could you please visit again when my master is back?"
"Hahaha. Zhao Fengyang must be afraid of my master and dares not come out." A young man behind Xu Zaishan taunted in a loud voice.
"Do you dare to say it again?" He Yong's face soured at the young man.
"I said, Zhao Fengyang is a coward." The man sneered.
"Brother Yong, teach him a lesson!" A student of the Zhao Boxing School shouted.
The students were all angered when the young man insulted Zhao Fengyang.
"Right! Teach him a lesson! Show him the strength of Zhao Boxing Art." More students echoed.
He Yong raised his hand, and the students fell silent.