And seeing this scene, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

what's the situation?

Lei Le wants to challenge Chairman Liang?

"Based on your status, you are not strong enough to compete with President Liang!" Sun Shan said coldly.

"Yeah?"

After saying that, Leile suddenly took action and punched Sun Shan violently.

He is extremely powerful, and his sudden attack is like a tiger descending from a mountain.

The strong fist wind brought about a whistling sound, and the strong air flow almost made Sun Shan unable to open his eyes.

"boom!"

Sun Shan had no time to dodge, so he could only block it with his hands across his chest in a hurry.

The next second, a powerful force came.

"Crack!"

Suddenly there was a sound of bones breaking in Sun Shan's arms.

He screamed, and his whole body flew out like a broken sack, hitting the ground heavily.

The air suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at this scene dumbfounded, unable to believe it.

This Sun Shan is not an ordinary disciple, but the director of Zhenhua Martial Arts School. Now he can't even block Leile's punch?

"The curator is mighty!"

"The curator is mighty!"

"What bullshit kung fu, this thing to fool people!"

"That's right!"

Seeing this, the boxers on Third Avenue all hugged their shoulders and began to ridicule without restraint.

The eyes of the people watching also flickered.

"It seems that this Chinese Kung Fu is not that good either!"

"Yeah, it looks quite majestic, but when it comes to fighting, it's so vulnerable."

"Everyone, please don't sign up. Not only is it a waste of money, it's also a waste of time."

"I will learn boxing from now on. This is the real fighting art!"

Everyone began to waver, feeling that Chinese Kung Fu was quite acceptable for performances, but for actual combat, boxing would be more powerful.

"Director Sun, am I qualified now?"

Lei Le hugged his shoulders and walked forward slowly, looking like a winner.

"Stop fighting, I'll go with you!"

At this time, Wang Bing, who was already feeling guilty, could no longer hold back and said loudly.

He didn't want to implicate the curator, and he didn't want President Liang to take action himself.

Because President Liang is the leader of the entire Chinatown and the belief of all Chinese people.

If we win, that's okay.

But what if we lose?

What does it mean?

These Chinese people may never be able to raise their heads in New York City.

By then, the so-called Chinatown has become a joke.

"Old guy, don't you dare to fight with me?"

Leile paid no attention to Wang Bing, but looked at Liang Yingbo provocatively.

Dealing with Wang Bing this time was just a casual matter. His real purpose was to challenge Liang Yingbo!

He knew that Zhenhua Martial Arts School had become famous recently and had gained a lot of attention.

So I want to use this battle to establish the reputation of Third Avenue.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but hold their breath and looked at Liang Yingbo.

Liang Yingbo is now in his seventies or eighties, and looks very old and waning.

But sitting there, he was like a rock standing in the tide, unshakable.

"Since you want to fight, I will fight with you."

After a while, Liang Yingbo stood up tremblingly.

"President Liang!"

Sun Shan and others were shocked and wanted to stop him.

But Liang Yingbo shook his head, walked up to Wang Bing, reached out and touched his head.

"Wang Bing is a good boy, we can't let them take him away, otherwise he will be useless."

"President Liang, no matter how important I am, I am not as important as you!" Wang Bing said with a choked voice, "You are the backing of all of us."

"What's the point of supporting me without backing me?" A smile appeared on Liang Yingbo's wrinkled face, "It's you who praise me, Liang Yingbo."

As he spoke, he sighed, "Times have changed now. I am old and can no longer control Chinatown. In the future, this place will still be left in your hands."

"The president never gets old, the president is always young."

Wang Bing wiped the corners of his eyes. .??.

"Haha, a person who has lived for eighty-nine years and is about to be buried is still not considered old?"

Liang Yingbo shook his head, with a dazed look in his eyes.

"My original intention in establishing Chinatown was to allow the Chinese here to regain their dignity and have a place to live."

"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and Chinatown has gone through countless ups and downs and hardships."

"This archway has been torn down countless times and rebuilt countless times."

After a pause, he looked at Sun Shan and others and smiled, "The reason why I say this is to tell you that temporary failure is not terrible. The most important thing is to have a tough heart."

"The pampered flower can only grow in a flower bed that is carefully cared for."

"But those weeds that look inconspicuous can fill the entire wilderness and are everywhere, even if they are burned by fire."

"From now on, you should be like weeds, not delicate flowers that are useless among them."

After hearing these words, everyone present was silent.

Since the founding of Chinatown, it has been regarded as a thorn in the side, a thorn in the flesh, and has been secretly stumbling upon, or directly attacked because of the pie that has been divided by many forces.

At that time, President Liang was still young and led a group of people to fight against each other.

After all, we are new here and have no foundation, so we naturally lose more and win less, and we are often beaten like a lost dog.

But President Liang never let go

The thought of giving up will lead to a comeback after the injury is healed.

In this way, decades have passed, and the forces that existed at the same time as Chinatown no longer exist.

President Liang has also grown from a young man to an old man.

But the sword is old!

Still dare to kill!

"boom!"

Under the gazes, President Liang jumped up, like an eagle, and came to the ring, landing firmly on his feet.

He said loudly and resonantly, "Chinese Kung Fu is not just fancy tricks, it's a killing technique!"

"Today, I will let you see it!"

As his voice fell, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became solemn. The air seemed to be filled with gunpowder. It only took one spark to detonate the whole place.

"Haha, I really want to see it."

"I'm afraid your old bones won't be able to withstand my tearing apart!"

There was a sneer on Lei Le's face, as if he was extremely confident in his own strength.

Later, he also came to the ring and formed a confrontation with Liang Yingbo.

"It's about to start a fight!"

"One is the curator of Third Avenue, winner of multiple world boxing championships and gold belts, and the other is a talker in Chinatown. Can either of them win?"

"In my opinion! President Liang can win. After all, I heard his legend when I was a child."

"Haha, President Liang is old. Look at Leile's muscles, they are like steel."

Intermittent sounds reached her ears, and Xiaofang couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Brother Dong, can President Liang do it?"

"He is very strong." Xu Dong narrowed his eyes, "But Leile is not simple either. The two should be equally matched."

"boom!"
Chapter completed!