Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 1 Iron Palm

Wucheng, night.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow.

Hong Jianguo stood at the entrance of the martial arts school, staring blankly at the faded gold plaque.

Hong Family Martial Arts School!

In the dim light, his swollen, bruised panda eyes were red, like those of a wounded old wolf, revealing resentment and ruthlessness: "Young people these days have no martial ethics, they bully me because my cloth shoes slip."

"He attacked me before I even got into position."

"If I could lose, would the martial arts school have gone out of business?"

"Didn't that 'Brother Yong' guy say something online? If you're not satisfied, we can challenge him again," Hong Jie laughed.

Hong Jianguo glared at his son, and said weakly, "Let's make an appointment... I'm not afraid of him."

"You wait, I'll be fully recovered..."

"Alright, youth has the upper hand in boxing."

"You're already sixty-two, why are you getting worked up over a young person?" Hongjie knew his father's stubborn temper, so he didn't dare to joke around anymore and quickly comforted him gently.

Hong Jianguo snorted coldly, his mouth sticking out: "If it weren't for you ruining my skills, twenty years ago, I would have slapped all those Sanda and boxing teams senseless."

"Go ask around in our county. When I was a young policeman, I could take down seven or eight thugs without even blinking an eye."

"In the entire Wucheng, who doesn't know that the Hong family's martial arts skills are unparalleled?"

When the topic of his past glories came up, Hong Jianguo started boasting again.

Hong Jie pursed his lips, thinking to himself, "Dad, stop bragging. Your invincibility is all talk."

When my father was young, he bought a few thread-bound ancient books from who-knows-where and became obsessed with martial arts.

His strength and slaps were indeed hard enough.

In addition, he served in the military and worked as a policeman after his discharge.

Even now, let alone when he was young, his physique is so strong that most young people who haven't trained might not be able to beat him.

Moreover, my dad is a big fan of martial arts.

If his grandmother hadn't been urging him so much, he would have planned to remain a celibate for life.

He waited until he was forty before he finally had the heart to marry his mother and break his virginity, and she gave birth to him.

After retiring, the old man opened this Hong Family Martial Arts School.

Relying on his reputation from his youth, coupled with the fact that his old friend was the president of the Wucheng Martial Arts Association, and with a bit of encouragement from the TV station, his martial arts school became quite popular.

My dad loves to brag and show off after having a couple of drinks. He even imitates others by posting short videos online, showing off his Iron Palm and Golden Bell Cover techniques every day, which has earned him hundreds of thousands of followers.

As soon as the traffic came in, it attracted attention.

Last month, a famous online influencer from the provincial capital came to challenge us.

He's over 1.9 meters tall, a retired athlete from the provincial Sanda team. Anyone else would have feigned illness and backed down long ago.

The old man is stubborn and doesn't believe in superstitions.

He invited a group of old friends and set up a red carpet arena in the city park, making it look quite impressive.

The result was good.

In front of a group of self-media and fellow villagers, less than three seconds into the performance, he was knocked unconscious by a hook punch and lay there perfectly straight.

Overnight, Master Hong of Iron Palm became a fake master and was despised by his peers.

The dozens of apprentices who were originally in the workshop all scattered in a panic.

The Hong family martial arts school closed down.

Even if he's infamous, he's still famous. His dad closed the shop, but he still keeps talking tough online, and every now and then, self-media bloggers come knocking on his door to challenge him.

The old man is stubborn and can't be provoked.

Just two days ago, he got beaten up again and his face was bruised and swollen.

"Dad, do you know what people are saying about you online?" Hong Jie asked.

"How so?"

"You can say Chef Hong is good, but you can't say he's bad," at least the old man doesn't try to scam people.

"Back then, Master Chung beat someone until they vomited blood, and the challenger even extorted several thousand dollars from them."

"In this world, whoever gets beaten is always right. At your age, if you just lay on the ground, even the King of Hell would tremble at the sight. You're just too honest."

"I'll hire a lawyer for you tomorrow, specifically to seek compensation, and see who dares to hit you then."

Hong Jie joked.

"Pooh!"

"I, Lao Hong, don't do such shameless things. I accept my losses. If I can't win, I can't win. Why would I try to extort money?"

"I have a pension and medical insurance, so it's not like I can't afford to see a doctor."

Hong Jianguo said with a disdainful look.

"Why did you come back instead of staying in the provincial capital?" He glanced at the kid sideways, opened the door, and went inside.

Snapped!

The lights were turned on.

The spacious hall of the martial arts school was filled with the smell of dust.

"I'm back to take over the martial arts school and promote our Hung family kung fu." Hung Chieh fanned his nose, his gaze sweeping over the banners and plaque on the wall that read "Of all martial arts, only hardness is unbreakable," all gifts from the students.

"Take over the martial arts school? You're just trying to ride my coattails, aren't you?"

"Your mom said if I get into another fight, she'll divorce me."

"If someone beats you up, I won't stand up for you."

Hong Jianguo glanced at his son with disdain.

This kid is just like his mother, with fair skin and tender flesh. Apart from being handsome, he doesn't resemble his mother's heroic nature at all.

He'd be better suited to be the male lead in a short drama; opening a martial arts school? Forget it.

"Dad, I'm not going back to the provincial capital. This time, we're going to do something big together." Hong Jie knew the old man looked down on him, but he wasn't annoyed.

Time will tell, this is just the beginning.

"What important things can I possibly discuss with you?"

"If you don't go back, what about Xiaomei..."

Hong Jianguo and his son exchanged a glance and didn't ask any more questions.

Hong Jie and his girlfriend Liu Mei visited my home last summer.

Their parents run a big business in the provincial capital; their family has hundreds of millions of yuan in assets.

What does the Hong family have?

Aside from this kid's handsome face, all he has left is his own negative online presence.

Would the Liu family even care?

Hong Jianguo immediately realized there was no chance.

This is obviously a failed attempt; he's gone home to heal his wounds.

"Fine, do whatever you want. There's an emergency number on the wall."

"Hit the sandbags a bit, and when you have time, wipe down the equipment here. Open the windows to let in some fresh air so it doesn't get moldy." Old Hong didn't know how to offer advice; he tossed him a pack of cigarettes and left.

Hongjie realized his father had misunderstood.

He did break up with Liu Mei.

Liu Mei is the daughter of a merchant family from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and she is very pragmatic.

She hoped that Hongjie could pass the provincial civil service exam and get into the public security system, not to mention the provincial government, but at least the public security, procuratorate and judicial system, so that it might be of some help to the family business.

So as not to embarrass myself too much in front of my parents.

Isn't that ridiculous?

Are civil servants in the provincial capital, especially those in the provincial or municipal government? Are they positions that just anyone can get?

Hongjie inherited his father's personality; he didn't care who he was dealing with.

If you can't be friends, then forget it. Her eyebrows aren't the sun, so why should anyone revolve around her?

The two held a farewell ceremony all night on the night of their graduation, and the next day they wished each other well and went their separate ways.

Of course, this is not a reason for Hong Jie to come back and ride on his father's coattails.

If it weren't for getting his graduation certificate, he would have wanted to come back last year.

He has a secret!

Hong Jie's expression hardened, and golden light shimmered before his eyes.

Hong Jie (a third-rate expert)

Martial Arts

Iron Palm: 27/200 (Minor Success)

[Golden Bell Shield: 88/200 (Minor Success)]

[Internal Skill: 93/100 (Beginner)]

That's right, he awakened the panel last year.

My dad is a fake master, but he's a genuine... martial arts expert.

"Iron Palm!"

Hong Jie walked up to the wooden dummy and slapped it across the face.

Snapped!

The wooden dummy shattered instantly!

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