"Lao Song, Lao Hu, what did you see?" The old man turned around and looked at the others behind him.

The two old men who were asked frowned and fell into deep thought.

“I can’t see through.”

Finally, Lao Hu smiled bitterly.

Lao Song shook his head the same as the other two.

When Nie Han'er saw this scene, she couldn't help but squint her eyes.

Can you watch it for so long just by just talking?

These old things are sure they are not liars?

If I hadn't known that they were long-known and highly respected boxing masters, I would have been driven out long ago.

"Continue!" The leading old man spoke again.

Nie Han'er nodded and started playing the video.

Time passes by bit by bit.

It is no longer different from the ones who talk and laugh when they come in. Now the five people are focused and staring at the screen of the placement.

Until Zhuang Xin beat Pete with one kick, Lao Hu took a breath and said, "When I was in my prime, I was afraid that I could not withstand a round trip even in his hands."

Such a reputation made the other four people widen their eyes.

When the five people were dominating the international market, the old Hu ranked third and his strength was extraordinary.

Even he said so?

"What did you... see?"

The other four gritted their teeth and asked.

"You see his legs."

Everyone looked at it, frowned, but couldn't tell what was so.

They didn't know what Lao Hu wanted them to see.

As a result, Lao Hu suddenly reached out and took the pause button: "It's here, look at this position."

"It's very stable and accurate. I can't practice it without thirty years." Lao Song also spoke. He has always been proud of his leg skills and is most sensitive to this aspect.

I immediately saw the unusualness.

"Not bad! After thirty years of hard work, you can see his age at most. In other words, this is a fighting genius, and he is a fighting genius taught by others based on our Chinese martial arts."

Chinese martial arts have been passed down for countless generations, but at this time, they are particularly weak and vulnerable.

There is almost no effect.

First, Chinese martial arts takes a long time to lay the foundation, from at least three to five years, and from seven to eight years.

Many people need to start practicing from an early age, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve results.

On the Internet, most so-called martial artists are half-baked.

If you really fight, there is no power.

But Zhuang Xin gave them a different feeling...

This is a genius fighter who has a profound Chinese foundation, has added modern fighting, and combines boxing techniques from many countries, and most importantly...

He is still a Chinese!

"Miss Nie, come and watch this video, what does it mean."

Finally, Lao Hu couldn't help it and took a deep breath.

The other four nodded.

Nie Han'er supported her chin with both hands and glanced at the five people: "I'm asking the five to come here just to ask you to help you see if this young man won this game with real materials. Or, Pete made a fake punch for money."

"Fake punch?"

Lao Song smiled and said seriously: "Ms. Nie, I can tell you very responsibly that this Chinese young man used his real ability to defeat the enemy with one move."

"Take it seriously?" Nie Han'er frowned and fell silent.

"Hmph, I dare to use my reputation as vice president of the martial arts association to bet on all the honors I have won in my life. I guarantee that this sentence is genuine! If Miss Nie Han'er doesn't believe it, she can invite more people to identify it, and there will never be a second possibility!"

Although she didn't know Nie Han'er's intention, she actually suspected that a young Chinese genius was fighting fake punches, which he could not tolerate.

If this is spread, people will be terrifying.

Then others will listen to the wind and rain, and even if they have a mouth, they will not be able to explain it clearly.

Nie Han'er looked at Lao Song, whose tone was obviously colder, and opened her red lips, but couldn't say a word.

Lao Song and others bowed and said, "Forget the rewards Miss Nie Han'er gave us. This time, being able to see such a genius is enough to open our eyes! Say goodbye!"

"Yes! Goodbye!"

A group of people turned around and left with a sneer, not giving this county-city business woman a face. Even if she was a member of the Nie family, she didn't have any good face.

Nie Han'er was also at a loss when she watched this scene, not knowing what was wrong with her?

When he came outside, Lao Song suddenly spoke: "This kid has a bit of the style we were like back then, but at such age, he has such strength and talent is not something we can do."

"Yes, I have a premonition that he may become... a lamp for Chinese martial arts, a beacon for guiding the way..."

"Old Hu, I heard that your disciple is in the United States. Although this little guy is good at it, this time he will definitely attract many attention! We can see the clues, and others can definitely see that if there is no support, it will be difficult to continue with glory all the way!"

"Oh? Lao Xu, you are loving talent? But you are right. This is obviously a rising star in our China. We must not let him fall like this. I will arrange for my disciple to take care of you."

"Also, I have a few disciples who are also in the United States. At that time... if something goes wrong, as long as I keep giving orders, they will not stand by and watch!"

"Haha! Since you are all prepared, I can't just watch it, right? Don't forget, how much did I have to do with me in the United States back then?"

A group of old men laughed and got on a car outside Qingcheng International, and left.

Nie Han'er was still in the conference room, staring at the picture on the computer.

Did he really win this game with his strength?

Why is the previous news so... mediocre?

She had a gloomy face, picked up the phone and dialed it to the subordinates who had investigated Zhuang Xin.

A moment later, an old voice came from over there: "Miss, are you looking for me?"

"Uncle Wang, do you still remember that some time ago, I asked you to check someone?"

Uncle Wang certainly remembered that this person was Nie Haner's fiancé. He had worked hard at that time, and even many things Zhuang Xin had dug out when he was a child.

"Of course I remember, do you need me to send you the information and read it again?"

"No..." Nie Han'er said coldly: "Does this Zhuang Xin have information on your information that he can box?"

"Can boxing? Miss, are you kidding? There is no such information on the survey results."

"Haha! Then you have a good look at the latest game of WBC tonight, and then give me an explanation tomorrow."

"Wbc? Miss... I understand, I'll go and see it now."

The sound opposite was a bit messy.

After a while, Nie Han'er hung up the phone.
Chapter completed!