new kung fu king

Chapter 47 Expectation
Wang Xiaohu's toes came to a steady stop five centimeters away from Shen Moyan's head, and a strong wind blew up Mo Moyan's hair, making him maintain the ruthless gaze that didn't match his age for less than a second. It finally turned into panic.

Shen Guohao didn't expect his son to step in. He felt as if he was lifted from the water. He had a deep understanding of the lethality of Wang Xiaohu's kicks. His arms are still hurting. If such a powerful kick hit his son's body , his Shen family is afraid that it will become extinct.

He shouted, "My friend, please be merciful!" He rushed over, but saw Wang Xiaohu slowly retracting his legs.

"Mo Yan, are you injured?" Shen Guohao knelt down to pick up his son, and asked anxiously while checking his body.

Mo Moyan was holding the dregs of the beer bottle in his hand before he was stunned for a while. Seeing his father throwing away the dregs of the beer bottle right in front of his eyes, he threw himself into his father's arms and cried loudly.

"Mo Yan, are you injured?" Shen Guohao asked eagerly again.

Shen Moyan didn't answer his father's words, shaking his head and crying, his eyes were full of fear and grievance, he was terrified.

Wang Xiaohu rubbed his nose, thinking that this is not really a child, just now you were the one who attacked me earlier, I just reacted instinctively,
After some inspections, Shen Guohao confirmed that his son was fine and he was just frightened. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and secretly called luck. He wiped off his cold sweat with lingering fear, and handed his son to the people around him. Then he turned to Wang Xiaohu with a look in his eyes. A little grateful, the tone was much softer when he spoke again: "It was thanks to my friend for being merciful just now, thank you, thank you!"

Wang Xiaohu waved his hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, this is your son? He doesn't seem to be ten years old, right?" Wang Xiaohu looked at Mo Moyan with great interest, seeing him hiding in someone else's arms and looking at him in horror, he felt unreasonable De Yile: Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and the son of a mouse can make holes. This Shen Guohao was born in Hong Kong's underground forces, and his son is so vicious at such a young age.

Seeing Wang Xiaohu sizing up his son, Shen Guohao said that he was still angry at his son's back attack, and hurriedly cupped his hands into fists. He didn't have the arrogance of the black boss just now, but became very embarrassed. "Mo Yan is young, it's all my fault that I am not strict in teaching, if I offend today, I hope my friend Haihan."

Wang Xiaohu rubbed his nose and said, "You've been so vicious at the age of nine, how can you be okay when you grow up?"

"Hey." Shen Guohao was quite proud of himself, and said
But he said: "Everything is a misunderstanding. If my friend still doesn't let go of the hatred, let's continue to fight until my friend says stop." He saw that Wang Xiaohu was not angry now, and he was very grateful for Wang Xiaohu's mercy. Good impression.

"Haha!" Wang Xiaohu was quite happy, shaking his head and said: "Forget about it today, let's play another day."

"That's a good relationship. I like to associate with straightforward people the most." Shen Guohao grinned, and suddenly turned to Liao Fan and the others and shouted: "Listen up, my friend will definitely come to our place for entertainment in the future." Please serve him respectfully."

Liao Fan and the others were silent, they didn't even fart.

Seeing a few people not moving, Shen Guohao glared and said angrily: "Damn, what are you doing there! Why don't you roll over and apologize to Master Hu!"

Liao Fan and the others trembled all over, bent over quickly, put on a face that was uglier than crying, and said: "Master Tiger, we have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, please forgive us!" Then he limped and grabbed the money on the table and presented it respectfully: "Master Hu, this is a poor little one, you are already small, aren't you, how dare you take money from Master Hu again!"

This money is enough for Wang Xiaohu's salary for several days. For him who developed the habit of frugality in his previous life, he naturally reached out to take it: "Then I'm not welcome."

Liao Fan and others laughed and said, "It should be, it should be." But they were panting in their hearts. Under the aggressive gaze of the boss Shen Guohao, they were really worried that the tiger master would not accept the money because of his anger.

After Wang Xiaohu put the money into the wallet, Shen Guohao immediately put on a smile, waved his hand to let Liao Fan back down, and walked to Wang Xiaohu's side and said, "It is said that if we don't know each other, we will be friends from now on, right?"

Wang Xiaohu nodded with a smile, admiring the kung fu of this Nine-Dragon Land Snake who changed his face several times, but soon he was relieved that only such a character can rise in the underground forces.

"Well, we're friends!"

Shen Guohao laughed loudly and said: "My friend's kung fu is very good, but Shen is ignorant and doesn't know what this kind of kung fu that looks like Wing Chun is. I ask my friend to enlighten me."

When these words were spoken sincerely, there was both desire for knowledge and curiosity in the tone. In fact, they were inquiring about Wang Xiaohu's teacher in a roundabout way.

How could Wang Xiaohu fail to understand the meaning of the other party's words, wiped his nose and said, "Jeet Kune Do."

Shen Guohao frowned suddenly and said, "Jet Kune Do doesn't sound like a national art, huh? Is it similar to karate or taekwondo?"

This time it was Wang Xiaohu who frowned, "Mr. Shen, Jeet Kune Do is not comparable to those so-called karate and Taekwondo. Moreover, Jeet Kune Do was created by the Chinese."

"Oh? Who is it?" Shen Guohao asked, "Wouldn't it be Brother Xiaolong that you keep mentioning?"

"Haha, that's him, Bruce Lee."

"The name Bruce Lee sounds familiar." Shen Guohao touched his chin and said in thought: "Oh, I remembered that last year I saw a guy who satirized the Hong Kong martial arts circle at Happy Tonight, and it seemed to be Bruce Lee. What you said couldn't be true The pompous Bruce Lee, huh?"

Wang Xiaohu grinned bitterly and said, "Uh, it seems to be really him."

"Unexpectedly, this dragon crossing the river is really capable!" Shen Guohao pondered: "Brother Xiaohu, you are so skilled, even better than Bruce Lee. If you have the opportunity, you must go and learn."

Wang Xiaohu didn't respond, but changed the topic to another place: "Mr. Shen, where is the lady who sang at your place just now?"

"Are you interested in her?" Shen Guohao looked at Wang Xiaohu with a smile and said, "Tsk tsk, it really is the hero who is sad about the beauty, and she is angry at the backstage. Haha, if she wasn't angry, I wouldn't let anyone find you trouble."

Wang Xiaohu was very embarrassed: "Since this is the case, I wonder if I can meet her and say sorry to her personally?"

"Well." Shen Guohao said with a little embarrassment: "Okay, I'll go to the backstage to talk about it first. If Ms. Deng's mother disagrees, I can't do anything."

"Then Mr. Shen is in trouble." Wang Xiaohu said expectantly.

————I just went through the discharge procedures today, and the moment I got home, Xiaomi fell apart, but everyone’s support made Xiaomi persist in coding this chapter, which can be regarded as fulfilling the promise of today’s update.In the recent eight days in the hospital, Xiaomi slept less than three hours a day, so he needed to make some adjustments. Today is just one chapter, thank you all for your love.

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