Chapter 2: Kung Fu

  Europe, Gold Coast.

  "Hey, Knife, this Chinese kid is really ugly, I don't know why Ling Hu brought him back, did he take a liking to the kid?" A burly Russian giant with a thick beard and mustache looked at Zhao Ziyang lying on the bed with disdain.

  "Aumo, actually I think this kid is much more handsome than you. But I think Ling Hu shouldn't have taken a liking to him, you know, Eastern people are very mysterious, for example, the Chinese kid who was specially taken care of by Ling Hu suddenly opened his eyes..."

  "Hey, Knife Edge, do you think this is possible?" Omo stretched out his large hand, which was as big as a palm leaf, and pulled out a wine bottle from his pocket, took a swig and said: "I believe in Ling Hu, she said it will definitely be within ten days... Ah, vodka is still the best, huh..."

  A whiff of alcohol wafted towards Zhao Ziyang's face, causing him to slowly come to from his stupor. But he didn't move, suppressing even the slightest twitch of his eyelids, maintaining a steady breathing rhythm, disguising himself as still being in a daze.

  Where is this? Who is speaking?

  Zhao Ziyang's brain, which had just regained consciousness, immediately went into high gear as he tried to figure out what was going on.

  There were only two people in the room, both men, and the auras they emitted were not weak. The killing intent that could be felt after experiencing many battles was unmistakable.

  Two, should be no problem

  ！

  Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth secretly, and in a situation where there were two dangerous people by his side, he had to suddenly rise up and subdue the opponent, and then figure out where he was and what kind of people they were.

  Pinching the wine jug, Ao Mo poured another mouthful of vodka and looked at Zhao Zi Yang. His eyes suddenly widened in disbelief as he saw the Chinese boy on the bed open his eyes. He actually... actually woke up?

  His first reaction was that it was impossible, because he had seen the spirit fox inject the Chinese kid with 10 milliliters of "deep amnesia", and it was absolutely impossible for him to wake up in such a short time!

  Just as the bear-like Omo had not yet finished his astonishment, he found that his arm was tightly grasped by Zhao Ziyang on the bed, and then saw a thick killing intent bursting out of the other's opened eyes.

  This undisguised killing intent pierced into Aomo's eyes, causing him to immediately become vigilant, his muscles tensing up in an instant. He countered by grabbing Zhao Ziyang's left hand with his own, and with a swift motion, he chopped at Zhao Ziyang's neck artery with the edge of his right palm.

  Omo in combat mode didn't have a clumsy body like a bear dog at all, on the contrary his speed was very fast, amazingly fast.

  Zhao Ziyang, who had just woken up, was even faster, so fast that Omo couldn't defend himself.

  Zhao Ziyang dodged to one side just as Omo's knife was about to land on his neck, and with a swift motion, he kicked Omo's ribs with his right foot. At the same time, he used his left hand to break free from Omo's fan-like palm, and followed up with a hook punch that heavily struck Omo's abdomen.

  "Bang! Bang!" Two dull thuds of fists colliding with flesh echoed out, and Omo's massive body didn't even flinch. He reached out to pat his ribs lightly, putting on a nonchalant expression. However, his face twisted into a grotesque grimace, and the muscles all over his body bulged terrifyingly, causing the combat suit wrapped around him to rip apart with a tearing sound.

  "Heavens, Omo, please don't do this, you'll squeeze the Chinese kid to death!" On the side, Knife Edge was momentarily stunned and then saw Omo enter a fighting state, immediately pinching his forehead and making a "this is going to be bad" sound.

  At this time, Aomo was like a Nordic Berserker, his body filled with flawless and perfect explosive power. In this case, only one punch was needed to turn the fragile Chinese boy into mush.

  "Huff...huff..." Ao Mo panted heavily, his copper bell-like eyes staring fixedly at Zhao Zi Yang who stood in front of him, separated by a bed.

  "Shut up"

  The knife edge behind Ao Mo's body emitted a low hum, and then he stretched out his hands and pushed the bed in front of him towards Zhao Ziyang.

  "Damn it! Ohma, you stupid big bear, if Ling Hu knows we sneaked in to see the new stuff, we're dead for sure!" Dao Feng let out a groan, looking at the poor bed that was flipped over by Ohma and slammed towards the Chinese kid.

  With a loud crash, something unbelievable happened to the knife: the bed that was supposed to smash the Chinese kid to the ground suddenly rushed towards Omo at an even faster speed!

  Looking at the bed flying towards him, Omo's mouth corners rose with a hint of disdain. He stretched out his right arm and made a downward chopping motion forward.

  "Wow!"

  The sound of the bed board shattering echoed out as Omo's gravity strike hit it, causing the entire bed to splinter into pieces.

  Just as the bed board shattered and blocked his vision, Zhao Ziyang's body flashed with lightning speed, and at the same time he jumped forward, his body soared high, a fierce kick landed heavily on Omo's chest.

  With a loud "thud", this kick landed squarely on Amo, but only made his robust body sway slightly.

  "Whoa!!!" A loud whoop burst from Ao Mo's mouth, and after kicking Zhao Zi Yang in the chest, he swiftly stretched out his right hand to grab Zhao's collar, as if grasping a poor little chicken, and heavily flung him to the ground.

  However, when he was halfway through this action, Zhao Ziyang suddenly lifted his waist, and his legs wrapped around his arm like a snake, tightly entwining it. Then, in the midst of Omo's astonished gaze, he twisted his waist with ease.

  "Roar!" His arm was entwined by his opponent's body, Ao Mo let out a furious roar, the muscles on his arm bulged again, and he violently flung Zhao Ziyang to one side.

  An unstoppable force came, and Zhao Ziyang was slammed into the wall. But in the moment his body touched the wall, he bent his legs to hook onto the surface, and his entire body instantly contracted into a ball to shed off this massive force. Then, with a sudden burst of power, like a cannonball flying through the air, he shot forward, his target transformed into a knife edge.

  Compared with BMW, Mercedes-Benz is obviously much weaker.

  The blade that was attacked, his eyes immediately narrowed in a conditioned reflex, he felt the power of this punch through the breaking wind sound, and the whole person immediately burst back, avoiding Zhao Ziyang's attack.

  。

  Zhao Ziyang's body lost its support and fell to the ground, his right foot stepped forward again, chasing after the knife blade with a fierce punch.

  With a loud "bang", the fist struck the small arm of the knife, and in the instant of contact, his fist completed a rotation that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

  "Ah!!!!!" A pained cry escaped from the blade's mouth as he quickly withdrew his arm, staring at the spot where it had come into contact with Zhao Ziyang's fist. The skin was torn and bleeding, with dark red blood seeping out uncontrollably, and his arm was shaking slightly without control.

  Horror! This is the first feeling in the heart of a knife!

  His fist was not just a violent strike, but in the moment of violent striking, it created a tearing effect through rapid friction with the skin. Such power and speed, even among mercenaries, there were only a few people who could achieve it.

  In an instant, the eyes of the knife's edge lit up, and Zhao Ziyang in his eyes seemed to have become a rare treasure, treasured beyond measure.

  "Halt, halt! What kind of kung fu is this?" The knife's edge gestured for Zhao Ziyang to stop his attack, with a thick excitement in his eyes.

  "Lee Xiaolong, ahhhhh..." The excited knife edge made a signature move of Lee Xiaolong, and let out a burst of howling sounds.

  With a "bang", the knife edge making a Bruce Lee move, felt a severe pain in his calf, and heavily fell to the ground.

  "Hey buddy, you can't treat me like this, I'm a loyal fan of Ese's Kung Fu..."

  "Get out!" Zhao Ziyang glared coldly at the knife blade on the ground, looked around in a circle, then grasped the blade with one hand and asked in an icy tone: "Where is this?"

  "Relax, relax, buddy you need to relax." The knife-wielding man tried to soothe Zhao Zi Yang's nerves, his face excited as he rushed towards Zhao Zi Yang and said: "Can you teach me this kung fu? I'm a great student. By the way, do you know who was the most notorious young gambler in Las Vegas back then? That was me! I can take you to decadent Las Vegas, experience the life that only America has, beautiful women, luxury cars... and most importantly, experience the feeling of being God, it's just too wonderful, ah ha..."

  "This is Europe." A crisp female voice came, and a spirit fox with golden long hair walked in: fair skin, tall figure, emerald-like eyes, especially the high nose bridge with a pair of glasses, which set off her whole person with a sexy and intellectual beauty.

  。

  Zhao Ziyang saw the spiritual fox walking in and was slightly stunned. He didn't expect there would be a woman here too.

  "Aumo, Dao Feng, you two get out! How dare you enter my laboratory without my permission?!"

  Wanted to give Zhao Ziyang a good scratch from behind, but withdrew his hand and looked at Ling Hu, then fiercely charged at Zhao Ziyang and said: "If you have the guts, get on the boxing ring, I'll tear you apart!"

  "Scared of you?" Zhao Ziyang retorted with a swagger in the face of Omo's threat, no one was afraid of him when it came to a duel.

  "Get out!" The spirit fox was angry, pointing at the door and shouting loudly at Omo and Knife.

  "Hmm!" Omo hummed heavily and walked out with a clap of his hands.

  "Hey, this kung fu... whoa!" The knife edge once again imitated Bruce Lee's moves and then turned around to run out.

  Zhao Ziyang had no expression on his face. He knew that this harmless-looking woman in front of him was the real danger, because just now two people were afraid of her!

  "You should sleep a bit more." Ling Hu smiled mischievously at Zhao Ziyang as she walked towards him.

  A faint scent wafted over, giving Zhao Ziyang a very comfortable feeling. But as soon as this feeling surged up, he immediately held his breath and reached out to pinch the slender neck of the white fox spirit.

  Just as his hand was stretched out halfway, a dizzying dizziness that could not be resisted came to the brain, and he fell heavily to the ground and fainted.

  "Haha......" The cunning spirit fox smiled, grabbed Zhao Ziyang's collar and dragged him onto the bed, whispering to him: "My little white mouse, you're so fierce, haha......"

  The fox's eyes burst forth with a mad scientist's craziness, sticking out her tender tongue to lick her lips, and quickly binding Zhao Ziyang up tightly.

  A full tube of fresh blood was drawn from Zhao Ziyang's body, and the Ling Fox immediately became busy, conducting tests on Zhao Ziyang's blood while muttering to himself: The cellular regeneration ability is more than three times that of a normal person, which also means that the wound healing ability far surpasses that of a normal person. But how is this possible? What is the reason? What exactly did he eat?