"It's all for now, it's not time yet." Ian ordered.

"Okay, I'll tell you, I'll go out first if there's nothing else." William nodded and responded.

Ian suddenly said, "William, have you known anyone who is very good at fighting? I blame myself for not responding when I was injured by Carmen this time, otherwise I wouldn't have been beaten so badly."

William was stunned: "Fight...fight?"

"Yes! If you don't study, if you encounter such a thing again next time, at least I can fight back." Ian said a little embarrassedly.

After Ian finished speaking, William frowned and walked around Ian, saying in embarrassment: "Mr. Ian, I think you'd better forget it. Your physique doesn't have the advantage of no matter who you fight."

It is true that William said this. William, Chad, Murphy and others are at least 1.8 meters tall. Even Willis is much taller than Ian. Moreover, Ian's muscles are not obvious, and he has no advantage in size or strength.

"That's why I have to learn, um... it's best to learn some skills, after all, my body is not an advantage." Ian said after thinking about it.

This made William a little worried. They were all trained in fighting on the street. Wherever they had any skills, they were all better with big fists, bravery and ruthless hands. It was precisely because of this that the bodies of these gang members looked much stronger than ordinary people. At least in this way, when ordinary people saw them, they would feel a sense of fear in their hearts.

William thought for a long time before he hesitating: "There are several boxing gyms nearby, including taekwondo, judo, karate, etc., as well as boxing and free fighting, but many of these things are only used in competitions. There is no fairness in fighting, so I once knocked over a karate coach with a bottle of wine."

Seeing Ian's dejected look, William comforted him again: "It's better to learn it, just try to exercise your body. Those who have practiced are always better than ordinary people, probably..."

The next morning, William drove Ian to a Taekwondo hall in a car. As soon as he entered, Ian saw more than a dozen students standing side by side inside, yelling and punching, which seemed to be somewhat powerful.

"Hello, sir, please come here. I'll take you to learn about the environment in our boxing gym." Before I could speak, a waitress came up to say hello.

"Let's just take a look here," Ian said and sat down.

The waiter quickly brought two bottles of water and said, "This is our coach. He is a master of the Taekwondo black belt."

"Why do they keep shouting loudly?" Ian asked.

"Sir, by shouting, you can release the pressure in the students' hearts and inspire them to move forward bravely. You must know that in ancient times, soldiers would shout loudly before going to the battlefield." The waiter's voice sounded sweet, which made Ian couldn't help but take a look.

I saw that she also had black hair and black eyes, and Ian asked, "Are you Asian?"

"Haha, sir, you really love to joke. Of course yes, I am like you. We are all Asians, I am from Bangcui. Where are you?"

"I...hehe, actually I don't know where I am. I am an orphan. I grew up in the United States, so I am an American." Ian said with a smile.

"Haha..." The waiter was also amused by Ian.

"A Hui, we are practicing, please be quiet." The coach next to him shouted in dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, coach." Ah Hui quickly apologized, and then whispered: "Sir, how about it? Do you want to sign up?"

Ian stood up and said, "Forget it, I don't like this kind of training. It doesn't look great at all, but I still have to thank you for your warm reception."

Maybe Ian was speaking a little louder and was heard by the coach. He saw him trembling his arms, and he walked over with great strides, blocking Ian, and then looked at him and said, "What? Do you think our Taekwondo is not powerful?"

Seeing that the coach was also powerful and imposing, Ian quickly smiled and said, "You misunderstood. I just wanted to learn something more practical, and your training looks more... more like a school."

"Practical?" The coach didn't understand what Ian said.

Ian paused for a moment and whispered: "That's right, I was beaten, so I want to learn some boxing skills that can make me fight more powerfully."

"Hmph! Go, my Taekwondo won't teach people to fight." The coach heard Ian say that when he looked at William's appearance, he immediately knew who they were, but he was unwilling to offend them, so he said tepidly.

"Actually, I think this is pretty good. Although fighting may not be possible, it is always good to practice and exercise." William advised.

The coach turned his body again, because William's words were loud just now, and all his students heard them, and some people had some doubtful eyes.

"Ah, hey!" The coach suddenly reached out without warning, jammed William's neck with one hand, grabbed his belt with the other, and lifted William up with one force. And because it was behind him, William's hands and feet could not use strength no matter how hard William struggled.

"It's so awesome." The students immediately applauded.

"Do you still think Taekwondo is not good now?" the coach smiled proudly.

William was both angry and had no choice. At this moment, the coach put William down again, then bent down and bowed to apologize, and said, "Sorry, although I was a sneak attack, you slander Taekwondo in front of my students. I have to do this. Please forgive me."

The coach bowed and apologized to William in front of so many students, which made William, who was about to run away, helpless.

After leaving the karate hall, William advised: "Mr. Ian, I think you'd better forget it. I don't really believe in boxing, fighting, and other things. Those things are used to cheat money and have no value at all."

Ian hesitated and said, "But that guy defeated you just now, didn't he?"

"He is just powerful. I really want to fight. I'm not afraid of him. Besides, there are no rules for fighting on the street. Whoever has quick hands will have the advantage. Whoever is cruel enough will be afraid of him. And there are a few people fighting on the street now. If you really want to deal with someone, you have to rely on this." William said as he gestured with his hands to shoot.

"I'm right. I think my physical fitness is pretty good, but I haven't fought with anyone, so I'm just slow to react." Ian said these pauses, then gritted his teeth and said to William: "When I go back later, we'll find a warehouse and make a little change. I'm going to exercise."

“This is simple!”

"Then tell everyone, let them fight me one by one, give me two hundred dollars, and those who lose, there are one hundred dollars." No matter what William said, Ian was determined to practice his body well. Until now, as long as he closes his eyes, Carmen's fists always appear in his mind. How could he close his eyes?

"Mr. Ian, you don't need to do this. It's all my fault for not protecting you." William said blamingly.

"I don't mean to blame you. I think that even if you are attentive, there will always be times when you are no longer by my side. Practice yourself more, and at critical moments, you may be able to save your life."
Chapter completed!