NO. 11 is just looking down on you.

  No one had expected that Wang Jian, this rustic and unsophisticated country boy, could actually make the club's number one master fall to the ground with both shoulders in an instant, almost leaving no time for anyone to react.

  Lying on the ground, Wang Jian himself was also confused. He had clearly felt that his opponent was using Jeet Kune Do earlier, but he had also encountered Jeet Kune Do masters before, and their way of exerting force was completely different from the guy in front of him. If Wang Jian had used Jeet Kune Do's characteristic straightforwardness earlier, he would have been able to hold his ground and maintain his balance, and wouldn't have been instantly killed.

  It's possible... that things always have many unexpected turns, especially in this arena, where the situation can change in an instant. There are too many variables at play. Although Wang Jian was facing Qianzi's knee strike earlier, when he exerted force, there was a upward momentum to it. Even if Qianzi wanted to pull back, Wang Jian's force would still cause his center of gravity to shift severely. With his center of gravity shifted and external forces interfering, unless you're a high-level martial artist, it's almost impossible for anyone to maintain their balance.

  Wang Jian didn't think much of it, stood up and pulled the blank-minded Cao into a retreat, taking a step back.

  "You don't have to come again, right?"

  "Go on!"

  Cui Huoshen's disciple didn't take Wang Jian's feelings to heart. He stubbornly believed that just now, Wang Jian had taken advantage of his momentary carelessness and made him lose face. As the first in literature and second in martial arts, everyone was a proud master, who wouldn't easily admit defeat? So, Cui Huoshen's disciple shook off his hand, took a step back from Wang Jian, and readied himself again.

  This time is different from just now, the reed from just now still had a bit of disdain, but he is now wholeheartedly watching Wang Jian's every move.

  Wang Jian was also quite helpless. He could only sigh, and once again beckoned to Cao Zhi with his hand, relaxing his whole body and inadvertently revealing all his weaknesses.

  The young man's eyes changed, grasping an empty space between Wang Jian's waist and abdomen, and suddenly launched a fierce attack. Muay Thai emphasizes ferocity and ruthlessness, and if someone were to be hit like this, it would almost certainly result in a ruptured diaphragm and severe injury requiring hospitalization.

  Wang Jian saw him coming fiercely, but didn't move a muscle. Only when he was close enough to see the spark of electricity in his eyes did Wang Jian suddenly move, just one small step, a slight shift of position!

  At the moment when Wang Jian made this small move, Cao's heart suddenly cooled down and he immediately wanted to change his move. However, this reaction speed was always half a beat slower, and by the time he turned around to gather strength to change his elbow to fist, Wang Jian had already flashed to his side, followed by another vicious hand knife...

  It was another second or so, and Cao Zhang changed from a supine position to a prone one. Wang Jian continued to apply the same chokehold on Cao Zhang, and it seemed like he was about to win again.

  If we say that Wang Jian was lucky last time, then this time Wang Jian is overwhelmingly victorious. Whether it's the mastery of strength or the grasp of his opponent, this skill is absolutely above the average level.

  "Alright! That's enough."

  Xiao Huzi stopped him for the third time when he was about to make a move, and climbed onto the stage, standing beside Wang Jian. With an unbelievable gaze, he re-examined Wang Jian, and the joy in his small eyes was almost palpable, visible to anyone who wasn't blind or brain-dead.

  "Alright, I've got you, come to work tomorrow then!"

  When he spoke, his expression was as if he had obtained some kind of treasure, and his face revealed an extremely joyful look. Moreover, when he called Wang Jian to come to work at the end, it was even accompanied by a very strange trembling tone.

  Then he didn't wait for Wang Jian's response and quickly took out his phone and dialed.

  "Xuan sister! I've picked up a master, can you come over? I think we have a chance to turn the tables. Okay, I'll wait for you here."

  Wang Jian didn't say much when he was on the phone, but vaguely felt that the information conveyed through the call wasn't quite right. However, Wang Jian couldn't pinpoint what exactly wasn't right because he hadn't seen much of the world and couldn't make it out.

  After hanging up the phone, Xiaohu's one hand was around Jiangzi's shoulder and the other on Wang Jian's: "It's not yet 10 o'clock, let's wait for Xiangjie to arrive, then we'll go eat together. Jiangzi, thanks for your hard work."

  The young man let out a cold snort, shook off Little Hu's hand and walked straight out the door. The remaining three coaches looked at each other, then quietly followed him out.

  Wang Jian gently patted down Xiao Huzi's hand and adjusted his clothes: "The Xiang sister you mentioned is the boss, right?"

  "I'm the boss, and she's... well, you could say she's the boss of the boss."

  Wang Jian took out the last hard bun from his bag, walked to the corner of the ring, mixed it with tap water and started eating like that, lowering his head without even raising it, and didn't go listen to what Little Hu Zi was saying.

  "My name is Hu Lai, the one who had an unpleasant encounter with you this morning was Hu Qu, my younger brother. From now on, just call me Brother Hu, we're not in a boss-subordinate relationship, we're all brothers."

  "Is that so?" Wang Jian's tone was full of doubt, but he didn't ask any more questions. After eating a few mouthfuls of mantou, he spoke up: "When is Eldest Sister Xuan coming? I have something to do."

  "Hurry up, Xuan always arrives on time." Little Hu Zi patted Wang Jian's back: "Let's go, wait in my office."

  Wang Jian didn't refuse, and followed him to the office. The two quickly returned to the office, where Hu Lai poured Wang Jian a glass of iced milk tea, then handed him a cigarette with additives: "Later when you meet Xuan Jie, don't talk nonsense, it's fine to make trouble here, but making trouble there will lead to consequences."

  "Is it?" Wang Jian replied faintly, then downed a cup of milk tea in one gulp: "What can happen?"

  Xiao Huzi's face turned a bit unsightly, he knew that someone like Wang Jian would be strange if he were like a Pomeranian. But just as he was about to explain a few more sentences to Wang Jian, the sound of high heels echoed from the doorway.

  With a "creak", the office door was pushed open, and out poked Hu's wretched face. He opened the door with a reverent expression, flashing a flattering smile at whoever was outside.

  Before long, the sound of high heels came from outside into the house.

  Originally facing Wang Jian, Hu Lai suddenly stood up with a loud shout and walked forward: "Xuan sister, you're here!"

  Wang Jian didn't turn his head, he just heard someone behind him humming a soft and gentle tune as if it was nothing, in response to Hu Lai. Then, a faint but pleasant fragrance wafted into Wang Jian's nostrils, which made his pupils constrict, as he had rarely smelled the scent of a woman before.

  "Are you that expert?"

  Wang Jian didn't raise his head, but from the sound, he felt that the fragrant woman opposite him had a certain... an indescribable flavor, her voice was soft and full of nobility. This feeling was just like when the old carpenter told him stories in the past, about the incomparable Wu Zetian.

  When Wang Jian didn't speak, Hu Lai beside him was anxious and hastily pushed Wang Jian a few times to make him quickly respond to Xuan's words. However, his pushes had no effect on Wang Jian. He still maintained that deadpan demeanor, lowering his head to play with his fingers.

  "I am talking to you."

  The soft voice carries an irresistible majesty, this inherently contradictory thing is perfectly blended into such a sound.

  "I don't like to say things three times."

  This time, along with the sound that made Wang Jian's toes numb, a cold and icy female handgun appeared, pressed hard against Wang Jian's forehead.

  "Xuan jie... Xuan jie... don't be impulsive!"

  As soon as the words fell, Wang Jian suddenly grasped "Xuan Jie"'s wrist holding the gun and lightly knocked it against the table. The pistol with a strong smell of gunpowder clattered to the ground. Then, Wang Jian twisted his wrist, and "Xuan Jie" let out a cry of pain as her entire body slid through a perfect curve in mid-air, landing directly on the large office desk.

  Throughout the whole process, Wang Jian did not lift his head.

  Of course, it's not that Wang Jian didn't want to raise his head, but he didn't know what attitude to use to face... To put it bluntly, Wang Jian was just a person who didn't know how to deal with women. He had ways to deal with men, but when he encountered women, he became flustered. After all, from childhood to adulthood, except for his aunt Ah Qiong and another tomboy in college who were close to him, he hadn't really been in contact with women at all. The only woman he had secretly loved was his teacher Mei back then, but that was just a secret crush...

  But Wang Jian's single-handed capture made Hu Lai Hu go straight and scared out of his wits, staring with his eyes for half a day without farting.

  "You're hurting me!"

  "Xuan Jie" had her wrist pinched by Wang Jian, with one hand pressed on the table, all her strength seemed to have been unloaded, and she felt sore and aching when she exerted force, the feeling of wanting to cry but having no tears made her suddenly lose her earlier vigor.

  Wang Jian was startled by her sudden outburst, and slowly released his grip, raising his head to look at her. Then he suddenly froze, his mind momentarily unable to process what was happening.

  "This 'Xuan Jie' who spoke with a terrifying tone from her mouth, looked like she was only in her early twenties. Her big eyes and thin eyebrows, along with her thin lips that seemed somewhat sharp, but were clearly more suitable for her melon-seed-shaped face. If it weren't for the hint of murderous aura between her eyebrows, she would be a perfect online beauty with delicate features."

  However, after Wang Jian let her go, she quickly sat up straight, looking down at Wang Jian's eyes with a fierce momentum: "Do you know what you just did?"

  Wang Jian scratched his head with some embarrassment: "Bullying a woman."

  "Xuan Jie" fell silent for a moment, then turned her head and forcibly suppressed her smile before continuing to say: "Do you know what the consequences of this will be?"

  Wang Jian sighed and picked up the gun from the ground: "No man wants to have something like this pointed at his head, even if it's just a lighter."

  After finishing, he slammed the gun-shaped lighter on the table, stood up, and looked down at "Xuan Jie", until he saw her embarrassment, then awkwardly shifted his gaze: "Want to find trouble with me? Anytime."

  "I'm not bothering you, but rather I want you to help me?"

  Wang Jian turned his back and walked away with his small backpack without looking back: "Don't be polite, I don't like the look of you."