Lin Fan took the elevator to the top floor, and the imposing five big characters "Sato Karate Dojo" instantly met his eyes!
The dojo was bustling with activity, shadows moving all around, with people ranging from five-year-olds to seventy-year-olds; practicing kicks, sparring, watching in awe, countless in number!
Lin Fan looked around but did not see Su Yanyu, instead, he saw Zheng Weilan in all black leaning against a wall, watching the people training with disdain.
Lin Fan walked over and asked, "Hey girl, where's my boss?"
"Inside!"
Zheng Weilan huffed indifferently, turned, and walked into a private martial arts gym, with Lin Fan following behind. Given Su Yanyu and Zheng Longyun's status, the dojo wouldn't dare to be neglectful, arranging a private session for training was quite normal.
Inside the gym, over a dozen men wearing taekwondo uniforms with black belts were seated around the mat.
Su Yanyu sat cross-legged in the center like a crane in a flock of chickens, revealing her slender, jade-like feet, white and delicate, akin to meticulously crafted artworks!
"Don't wear shoes inside!"
As Lin Fan just walked into the dojo, a cold shout suddenly came.
Lin Fan glanced at the speaker, a genuine 40-something East Asian man, an authentic black belt ninth rank, with an arrogant flair on his face.
"Damn, so many rules."
Lin Fan grumbled unhappily, kicked off his shoes toward the shoe rack, and said to someone beside it, "Keep an eye on my shoes, don't lose them—they cost over a hundred bucks."
Everyone rolled their eyes simultaneously, eager to rush over and tear Lin Fan's mouth off.
Lin Fan nonchalantly walked over to Su Yanyu and said with a cheeky grin, "Boss, why aren't you practicing yet? Are you sparring? Wow! I love watching sparring matches, the harder the better, the more exciting."
Su Yanyu glared at Lin Fan, irked, and said, "If you don't speak, no one mistakes you for a mute."
"Look, this room is so dull, no one's talking, no entertainment; I'm just afraid you'll get bored, trying to entertain you." Lin Fan said with apparent good intentions.
Su Yanyu opened her mouth wanting to scold Lin Fan, but after thinking it over, felt it beneath her dignity, so she turned her head away, adopting an indifferent stance.
At that moment, Sato Jirō of Sato Karate Dojo stood up, walked to Su Yanyu, and bowed, saying, "Miss Su, welcome to our Sato Karate Dojo! Since you've studied karate before, we can skip the basics and start directly from high-level moves."
Su Yanyu nodded and said, "Master Sato, I have high standards, I hope you can satisfy them."
Sato Jirō nonchalantly chuckled and replied, "Of course! Karate is the most widespread martial art in the world, and our Sato Karate is the best dojo in the country."
"In the last national martial arts competition, even the heroes from your Huaxia martial world fell to us. Frankly, in the Huaxia martial arts scene, we have no rivals!" Sato Jirō raised his head arrogantly with a faint smile.
Such a proud person like Su Yanyu wouldn't care about a mere martial artist, she said plainly, "Let's hope that's true!"
"If Miss Su doesn't believe, how about this, let me demonstrate to show our Sato Karate Dojo's strength."
Su Yanyu's attitude made Sato Jirō a bit dissatisfied, so he shouted loudly, "Bring me the boards and sticks!"
A few disciples dared not hesitate, quickly fetching a pile of boards and sticks, ready to stage a spectacular showdown of flesh against wood!
Seeing this, Lin Fan sneered, chuckling twice.
Huaxia is renowned as the birthplace of kung fu, with profound and ancient martial arts heritage, and countless hidden martial world heroes.
It's just that these masters have long grown weary of the mundane world, choosing to live in seclusion, and look down on worldly challenges!
The school Lin Fan belongs to is just like that!
This Sato Jirō is so arrogant; defeating some people with superficial skills and calling them martial world heroes, he assumes he can dominate the entire Huaxia martial arts world?
Sato Jirō heard Lin Fan's laughter, his face changed sharply, and he shouted coldly, "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, I just think you're very childish!" Lin Fan laughed carelessly.
Swish swish swish~
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the dojo instantly turned somber, almost like a powder keg filled with gunpowder!
Thud thud thud~
All the disciples in the dojo stood up in unison, eyes filled with anger, glaring menacingly at Lin Fan!
Su Yanyu frowned, not knowing what mischief Lin Fan planned next, while Zheng Longyun observed Lin Fan with interest, a wicked smile on his face, plotting some devious ideas!
"You brat, what did you say?" Sato Jirō roared angrily!
"I said, are you deaf? I said your skills are very childish." Lin Fan reiterated unimpressed.
"Baka yarō! You, get out of here immediately!" Sato Jirō screamed with reddened eyes.
"Damn! Who do you think you are? Old man won't leave today, what can you do about it." Lin Fan sneered disdainfully, turning his head to continue admiring Su Yanyu's jade-like feet!
As for Sato Jirō, Lin Fan didn't care at all.
Sato Jirō's face flushed with anger!
At this moment, Zheng Longyun suddenly got up and smiled gracefully, "Mr. Sato, this Mr. Lin is Miss Su's personal driver and bodyguard, very skilled. The little tricks you're demonstrating, it's no wonder Mr. Lin dismisses them."
"In my opinion, why don't you two have a match? Let us broaden our horizons and witness the true skills of both of you, how about it?"
Zheng Longyun smirked slyly, wanting to use Sato Jirō to gauge Lin Fan's card and capabilities. Although Sato Jirō's skills were no match for the elders of the Celestial Dragon Association like Zheng Ruhu, he was at least 80% of Zheng Ruhu's strength.
Upon hearing Lin Fan's identity, Sato Jirō immediately snickered, "Since Mr. Lin is also a martial artist, how about a match? Let Miss Su witness that my strength isn't just empty words!"
Lin Fan turned to look at Su Yanyu, who was also looking at him, then nodded to him.
"Alright! Since my boss has no objections, if you want to play, I'll play along."
Lin Fan smiled nonchalantly, took off his stinky socks, and casually tossed them beside the shoe rack, saying to the man beside it, "Watch my socks, make sure no one throws them away, they cost ten bucks a pair!"
The man's face turned completely dark, almost passing out from the aroma wafting from the socks!
Hah~
Sato Jirō shouted, immediately posing in a karate introductory stance, arrogantly watching Lin Fan, confidant. Just an insignificant bodyguard, Sato Jirō didn't take him seriously at all!
"Please!" Sato Jirō sneered coldly.
Lin Fan, arms crossed, watched Sato Jirō with interest and chuckled, "Mr. Sato, since we're all martial artists here, let me be blunt, fists and feet have no eyes. If I end up breaking some of your body parts or that thing in the middle, don't blame me!"