After the opening of the martial arts hall, no one came to learn martial arts for many days, Chen Mo was not in a hurry, he studied with a few boxers every day, Chen Mo did not have this condition in the past, there are very few real martial arts practitioners in modern society, and several boxers can be called masters in modern times, and it is not easy to find one, let alone several together to be a sparring partner for him.

With the wealth of actual combat experience and the accumulation of fighting skills, Chen Mo's fighting ability has improved rapidly, and the combat effectiveness he has exerted has become stronger and stronger, and several boxers have looked at Chen Mo with more and more reverence.

According to the characteristics of his strength and speed far beyond ordinary people, Chen Mo combined various fighting techniques and learned from the strengths of others, and gradually formed his own fighting style and created a set of fighting techniques that were most suitable for him.

The martial arts of several boxers are mostly good at fighting alone, defeating the strong with the weak, and the moves are exquisite, but many of the skills such as combos, grappling, unloading, and four-two dialing a thousand catties are not suitable for Chen Mo, and the killing efficiency is relatively low, and it is impossible to quickly kill and injure a large number of enemies.

Chen Mo's physical strength is much stronger than ordinary people, and many times he doesn't need too many skills, it is simple and direct, opening and closing, and the kung fu on the battlefield is actually more suitable for him.

However, Chen Mo still learned a lot from the boxers, such as attacks on key points in various parts of the body, techniques of attacking and exerting force, methods of dodging and moving quickly, and other skills that are very useful to him at present.

Chen Mo abandoned some complicated and exquisite moves, simplified the complex, the moves were fast, and he attacked the key points, with Chen Mo's powerful strength and speed beyond ordinary people, he used it with amazing power.

After his own set of fighting skills basically matured, Chen Mo also learned some grappling, grappling, unloading and other skills that he had temporarily given up before.

Although Chen Mo's physical fitness is rare to meet opponents in this world now, and he basically can't use these skills, he may not meet more powerful opponents in the future, and it is not suitable to blindly fight and advance.

Moreover, the continuous learning and competition with the boxers also allowed Chen Mo to calmly deal with those enemies who were good at skills, and would not be defeated by them with the weak.

That night, Chen Mo did not continue training after dinner, but returned to the study on the third floor.

Picking up a piece of information on the desk, Chen Mo looked down and looked through it, this is the information of Steve Rogers that Chen Mo sent someone to investigate, including his files, resume, family and friends, recent experiences, and places he usually haunts, etc., all recorded in detail in the materials.

Steve Rogers was born on July 4, 1918 in Brooklyn, New York, to a father who was a soldier in the 107th Infantry Regiment and died of mustard gas in World War I, and his mother, a nurse in a tuberculosis ward, died in 1926.

After his mother's death, Rogers moved into an orphanage, where he met his only friend, James Barnes.

After becoming an adult, Rogers left the orphanage and became an ordinary worker, with a kind and upright personality but a thin body, he was often bullied, in the face of bullying, Rogers never bowed his head, always bravely fought back, although he was beaten all over the body every time, but he still insisted on himself and never ran away.

Closing the information, Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and recalled some of the situations mentioned in the information, and compared them with the plot of the movie in his memory.

There was a soft knock on the study door, "Come in, Eddie." "On the third floor, there is only old Eddie except for himself.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the old Albert walked in with a tray and poured Chen Mo a cup of coffee.

The mellow aroma of coffee lingered on the tip of his nose, which made Chen Mo's spirit relaxed, and after tasting it gently, he felt that the fragrance was mellow, and the taste was smooth and delicate.

"Thanks, Eddie, the coffee was nice." Chen Mo said with heartfelt admiration.

"We're here to help." Chen Mo's praise made Old Eddie very satisfied, and he bowed slightly and exited the study.

Chen Mo shook his head helplessly, since entering the role of a housekeeper, the old Albert has taken out the same set of the former nobles, and he is meticulous in etiquette, which makes Chen Mo a little unaccustomed.

Steve now works in a factory in Brooklyn, where several bullies often bully him, and Steve, who never admits defeat, often carries injuries on his body.

The factory is not far from the martial arts hall, and Rogers will pass by the door of the martial arts hall every morning and evening, and every time he passes by, he will look up curiously at this large Chinese martial arts hall.

He didn't know the Chinese characters on the plaque, and he heard that this was a place to teach people kung fu, but he didn't have the money to learn it.

This martial arts gym is a very mysterious place in Steve's eyes.

Once he happened to see a lean Asian being robbed by two white strong men, his body was not strong, but he was fierce and swift, Steve was about to step forward to help, and before he could run two steps, the two white men had already been knocked to the ground by him.

A few days later, he met this amazing Asian again, and at that time, he was coming out of this martial arts gym.

This added another layer of mystery to this martial arts hall, and Steve couldn't help but be even more curious about it.

That night, Steve passed by here again after work, but today's martial arts hall seemed a little unusual, a strange atmosphere enveloped here, and Steve couldn't help but slow down.

In the martial arts hall, Chen Mo sat on the sofa drinking coffee, the old butler Albert was still standing aside in a straight suit, and the four boxers were standing quietly.

"Finally, I couldn't help it, but it was a few days later than I expected." Chen Mo put down his cup and looked through the window into the shadows of the alley opposite, where many malicious eyes were flickering in the darkness.

"The owner of the pavilion is Johnny the 'Mad Dog', and the two guys I taught last time are also there." The lean Huang Quan said.

"Give them a step, and they can't wait to jump out, a bunch of fools blinded by greed, Ah Quan, go open the door." Chen Mo smiled disdainfully.

It was already discovered that someone was peeping in secret, so Chen Mo planned and sent Huang Quan to fight the grass and scare the snake, and at the same time deliberately put on a good show in front of Steve.

As soon as Chen Mo's words fell, the door of the martial arts hall was slammed heavily, and as soon as Huang Quan stepped forward and opened the door, more than a dozen white strong men rushed in with sticks.

A short white man in a suit and top hat with a crazy and arrogant face walked in slowly. It was none other than one of Brooklyn's mafia bosses, Johnny "Mad Dog".

Scanning the room, there were only a few Asians who were not very strong and a white old man who was not too old, Johnny, who felt that he was in control, walked to the sofa and prepared to sit down.

"Did I let you sit?" Chen Mo, who had been sitting peacefully on the sofa from beginning to end, suddenly spoke.

Johnny's figure froze, and as a mafia boss and one of the controllers of Brooklyn's underground order, Johnny felt that his dignity had been challenged. Annoyed and angry, Johnny looked at Chen Mo on the sofa fiercely.

"Boy, it seems that I won't teach you a lesson, you don't know who has the final say here! Give it to me! ”

"As you wish." Chen Mo waved his hand, and the four of Huang Quan met the mafia thugs who rushed up with clubs.

Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, under the swift fists and feet of the four people, there was no enemy, and more than a dozen thugs were all lying on the ground in a moment.

There was a sudden silence in the field, only the painful moans of the thugs, and Johnny's face was even more unsightly.

"Who do you think has the final say here?" Chen Mo looked into Johnny's eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Haha! Ha ha! Chinese kung fu is indeed amazing! It's a pity that this is the United States! Here we use it to decide, who! Say! Finish! Calculate! The expression on Johnny's face changed suddenly, he laughed and took out a pistol, pointed at Chen Mo and said fiercely.

Among the thugs lying on the ground, a few people also took out pistols and pointed them at Huang Quan and the four people, and slowly stood up.

The situation seems to be in Johnny's hands again.