"Tom, I think you know kung fu too, right? Why don't you go up and challenge him? He's insulting you Chinese. A foreigner laughed and elbowed the buddy next to him.

"Jim, I'm a lighthouse person, I was born in the lighthouse country, I studied in the lighthouse country, I went to college, I haven't been to China, I can't even speak Chinese, this joke is not funny brother." He replied, somewhat speechlessly.

"Hahaha, but you know kung fu, don't you? Huaguo Kung Fu, I saw it last time in your yard. ”

"That's what my father taught me, and our family does know kung fu."

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

The lighthouse citizen named Tom looked 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 I was not allowed to fight with people or go to the ring. ”

"Watts? So what do you do with kung fu? ”

"I don't know, that's what my grandfather taught my father. Perhaps, because I don't want to cause trouble, Jim, you know, we Chinese people are in an awkward position in the Lighthouse Country, especially my grandfather and my grandparents' generation. Tom shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly.

In fact, many of the Chinese who went to sea to make a living at that time in the last dynasty were really good at kung fu, and they have been passed down from generation to generation. After all, no one will protect you overseas, you can only protect yourself.

But later these people found 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, just tolerate everything.

Endure it, and get used to it.

As for why some people still practice kung fu, perhaps, it's just for the sake of a memory of my grandfather's generation.

……

……

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

"Han Shuai!"

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

An Yi and the others also hurriedly chased in.

"Sister Yi, you don't have to persuade me anymore, I'm all here, it's impossible to just go back."

An Yi hurriedly followed him and pushed his glasses very competently: "Han Shuai, times have changed, and this era cannot be solved by fists. ”

Han Lan ignored her and continued to walk inside.

But I heard An Yi continue: "Han Lan, you have to rely on the law and the rules!" ”

"Oh." Han Lan said perfunctorily.

An Yi quickly followed again, leaning next to him and whispering: "According to the law of Castile, as long as it is not a foul action that causes the accidental death of a player, legal responsibility will not be pursued." ”

Han Lan paused slightly, and looked at her deeply.

The corners of An Yi's mouth rose slightly: "But what is a foul action can be disputed." Han Shuai, you need a good team of lawyers. ”

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

Behind him was a team of professionals in suits and leather shoes with briefcases in their hands, familiar with Castilian law and international law.

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

"Huh?"

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

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

There was an exclamation from the audience in the infield, and the fighting cat team, which had just finished debugging the equipment and was testing the shooting, immediately turned the camera around, and the camera brother trotted over with the camera, following Han Lan throughout the whole process.

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

The time difference between Z City and Huaguo is six hours, and this point Huaguo happens to be lunchtime. This is a prime time for live broadcasts, and many people have the habit of eating and watching live broadcasts.

The live broadcast team of Doumao has already passed the domestic gas in advance, and the live broadcast room was put up as soon as possible, and it was placed in the most conspicuous place on the homepage, and many viewers came in angrily when they saw the title and cover.

I haven't fought in the ring yet, and I've been tapping the keyboard on Shota Yagi in the ring all the time.

It's a pity, the keyboard is broken, and Shota Yagi always sits upright, and there is no response.

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

Shota Yagi finally opened his eyes and looked at him with some disgust, thinking that he was rude.

There was no need for Shota Yagi to speak, his team came up to stop Han Lan and asked if he wanted to challenge, and when he saw Han Lan nodding in response, he handed over various guarantee letters of responsibility.

These were watched with the help of An Yi and others, and they were all dealt with quickly.

Han Lan didn't change her clothes, and after taking off her coat and handing it over to Xia Ningxuan to help keep it, she walked into the ring. He usually wears loose sportswear in casual times, which does not restrict his movements.

And Shota Yagi also stood up silently and moved his muscles and bones briefly.

The referee saw that the players on both sides were in place and also stepped into the ring.

The referee is not from the Budokan Museum, and the ring was reported to the Western European Fighting Federation, and all the notaries are from the Federation.

The rules of MMA are also used, as long as they are not expressly prohibited in the rules, they can be used, and it doesn't matter which school of martial arts the fighter is practicing.

In addition, some restrictions have been relaxed according to the wishes of both parties, including on dress.

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

Han Lan didn't wear it either.

This is almost the way of fighting underground black boxing, and if it is an MMA main event, it will never be allowed. But in this kind of private covenant ring, the alliance will be slightly more lenient.

What's more, neither of the warring parties is Western European, as long as both of them are willing, they will not wear boxing gloves without gloves.

The referee began to go through the procedure to read out the rules and precautions of the game, but at this moment, Fujiwara Sakurayuki's voice came in from outside the door: "Han Jun-"

The two people in the ring subconsciously looked over, only to see Fujiwara Sakurayuki panting in and breaking in.

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

Han Lan ignored her and motioned for the referee to continue.

"Han Jun, I apologize to you on behalf of Yagi, and I beg you not to fight...... Yagi! You're a faint ...... Don't ask, don't hear it! ”

Fujiwara Sakurayuki cried, and then ran to tear the scroll that read the sick man of East Asia, only to be stopped by the security personnel at the scene. Assistant Ishida also hurriedly went up to dissuade her from fooling around.

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

Han Lan looked at him indifferently, completely unaffected by Fujiwara Sakurayuki.

Who's not waiting for the damn referee to finish his ramblings?