Yuan Yin touched his head blankly and suddenly shouted: "No, no, there must be something wrong with the dynamometer. Let me check..."
"Hey, don't believe me?" Ye Fan rolled his eyes at Yuan Yin, and the muscles on his body squirmed violently.
He bowed his waist and stepped forward, and the muscle lines on his arms moved rhythmically from top to bottom towards his wrists.
At the same time, he clenched his right hand tightly and punched out with a "swish" jab.
"Tsk!"
A sharp sound of wind blew, and Ye Fan's fist hit the dynamometer hard.
“BOOM!!!!”
The loud noise made Yuan Yin's eardrums tremble.
He raised his eyes and saw that the display of the dynamometer was completely blank.
A huge hole opened in the fist pad hit by Ye Fan, and all the cotton inside was piled into the four corners under the strong momentum.
"Rumble..."
Then, the dynamometer suddenly fell over.
This time, Yuan Yin was completely dumbfounded, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down like a waterfall.
A layman watches the fun, an expert watches the door.
Yuan Yin opened a Sanda gym because he was obsessed with Sanda fighting.
But the more he knew about Sanda, the more he understood how terrifying the inhuman power that Ye Fan unleashed was!
"How...how is it possible!"
If there was a possibility that Ye Fan's punch just now had an instrument malfunction, then this time he directly broke the instrument, and Yuan Yin could no longer find an excuse.
Ye Fan took a deep breath, and the twisted muscles in his body returned to calm.
"Old Yuan, am I qualified to help you fight?" Ye Fan said with a faint smile.
Yuan Yin swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Enough...enough. You...you can do it, actually...you have practiced...to this point. Damn, if you...go and participate in the competition...you won't conquer the whole world?"
Yuan Yin was trembling and couldn't speak a complete sentence.
Ye Fan shook his head, "Do you really think that the person standing in the boxing ring is the strongest in the world? Lao Yuan, the real master, will not participate in those sensational games. Furthermore, the forces behind these people will not allow it.
"
"Still... still powerful? Your grandma... is a mouthful, Ye Fan, you wouldn't be... also one of them, right?"
Yuan Yin opened his mouth, his teeth chattering up and down, with a look of worship.
Ye Fan shook his head, "I used to be, but then I was kicked. Now I'm alone. I can help you deal with a few thieves."
Yuan Yin couldn't stop sighing, and nodded sarcastically: "Great... Great God, please take my knee."
"You have no objection this time?" Ye Fan shook his injured arm and sighed: "It's a pity that my left hand can't exert force. Otherwise, my coordination would be better and my strength could be a few percent stronger."
"Ouch~~Ye Fan, are you really...really willing...to put your name here?" Yuan Yin climbed up tremblingly.
Together, this kid has been lying on the ground softly just now.
Ye Fan laughed, "I think this is a business opportunity."
"Huh?" Yuan Yin was stunned.
"If I defeat the Sanda Association by myself, do you think I will be popular?" Ye Fan asked.
"Nonsense, you... you are not angry, God cannot tolerate it!"
"Yes, once I become popular, then by the way, I can help advertise my Novan Catering. There should be many people willing to take care of the business, right?"
After hearing this, Yuan Yin suddenly slapped his head, "I'll wipe it, that's right!"
However, Yuan Yin became sad again.
"Ye Fan, I admit that your punching power is terrifying. You can kill a donkey with one punch..."
"That's called killing a cow with one punch! Do you know how to praise others?"
"Oh, yes, yes, even if you beat the cow to death. But the premise is that you don't kill the cow with its horns before punching!"
Yuan Yin said worriedly: "Besides, the other party is not just one cow, but dozens of cows taking turns. You will be exhausted."
Ye Fan snorted lightly, "After all, you still don't trust me."
He turned over and jumped into the boxing ring, throwing down a pair of boxing gloves from the guardrail, "Old Yuan, let's have some fun."
"Fight with you?" Yuan Yin glanced at the dynamometer lying on the ground tremblingly, and his strong body shuddered involuntarily.
"No, no, no, I'm just a fighting fan, I can't afford to play with you!"
"Don't worry, I won't fight back, you come and hit me." Ye Fan smiled, "If you can hit me within half an hour, I lose."
"Ye Fan, you are too confident."
Yuan Yin picked up the boxing gloves and put them on, checked them several times before slowly climbing onto the ring.
"Come on!" Ye Fan stood in the corner, leaning on the diagonal rope, and hooked his fingers at Yuanyin.
Yuan Yin stepped forward to test and punched Ye Fan on the chest. Ye Fan refused to dodge and pushed his chest forward slightly, pushing Yuan Yin back two steps.
"Lao Yuan, what are you doing, hitting my chest with your pink fist? Hit me with all your strength, don't hold back, otherwise I will force you to fight me!" Ye Fan shouted in a low voice.
"I'm really here!"
Yuan Yin clenched his fists, yelled, and rushed towards Ye Fan.
Yuan Yin's dispatching didn't have any rules, it was all random play, but the concentration was pretty good.
Ye Fan shook his head slightly in the corner. No matter how hard Yuan Yin hit him, he just couldn't beat Ye Fan.
After playing for more than ten minutes, Yuan Yin was out of breath.
"Emma, I still don't believe it!" He was a little angry and used his hands and feet at the same time.
However, Ye Fan can always find gaps in small spaces.
Yuan Yin was aroused and kicked Ye Fan's injured left arm horizontally.
"Ouch, no, get out of the way!" After Yuan Yin noticed it, he was immediately shocked, but it was impossible to hold back his strength.
Ye Fan shook his head, raised his right hand and pulled it back, grabbing Yuan Yin's powerful Vajra leg with only five fingers.
Yuan Yin stumbled and fell to the ground, but his feet were still held in Ye Fan's hands, unable to move.
"Ouch, it hurts! Ye Fan, let go!" Yuan Yin shouted, "Didn't you say you won't fight back?"
"But I didn't say I wouldn't be defensive."
Ye Fan grabbed Yuan Yin's legs and pulled him up from the ground. Then he stretched out his hand and let Yuan Yin land firmly on the ground.
Yuan Yin was so frightened by this hand that his legs became weak, "Nima, is this okay? I felt like I was about to fly just now!"
"Now do you think I have the ability to help you solve your trouble?" Ye Fan jumped off the boxing ring.
"Absolutely awesome!" Yuan Yin panted, looking up and down at Ye Fan, "What have you been doing in the past few years, how can you be so powerful?"
"Of course I went to hide from debts." Ye Fan smiled, "I am chased and beaten by others every day. How can I survive if I don't work harder?"
Yuan Yin believed it to be true and was amazed: "We have found a great master in debt collection. Ye Fan, you are so awesome."
"Okay, stop talking so much." Ye Fan frowned, "Don't tell anyone about this matter. I have a grudge against the Youth Gang, so it's better to keep a low profile."
Yuan Yin nodded in approval, "Yes, it's okay to convince the people of the Sanda Association. It's just that I'm afraid that the members of the Qing Gang will not abide by the rules."
"You don't have to worry about this. As long as you defeat the Sanda Association, your Sanda studio will become famous and it will definitely attract a large number of students. When the time comes, you can set up a game and shake hands with the Sanda Association. It doesn't matter even if you join."
"Join the Sanda Association? Ye Fan, you don't know that the Sanda Association also recruited me from the beginning. The conditions are too harsh..."
"You must join them, otherwise what will I do if I work so hard to help you build momentum?" Ye Fan laughed loudly, "Join them as a strong man, and I guarantee that no one will dare to make things difficult for you!"
"That's right. I heard that after entering several well-known Sanda gyms, the association presidents treated those gym owners as their ancestors."
Yuan Yin touched his chin, "Ye Fan, I'm afraid they will settle the score later!"
"That's why I want to join your Sanda studio. With me in charge, no one dares to provoke you!" Ye Fan frowned, "But I can't expose my identity."
"This is not easy!" Yuan Yin laughed, ran to the office, and found a mask from the collection shelf.
This mask is a face-covering prop used by a famous wrestler in the American WWE wrestling competition. He spent a lot of money to buy it for his collection.
The mask is very unique, with only a few holes left for the eyes, mouth, and nose. It looks like a beast that looks like a lion or a tiger. The workmanship is very detailed and lifelike.
Ye Fan thought it was too ugly, so he asked Yuan Yin to use scissors to modify it.
After a while, only a small part of the mask was cut off, below the bridge of the nose and on the sides of the cheekbones.
Ye Fan put it on and kept the mask on the upper half of his face.
Yuan Yin was half-dead with heartache. Every time Ye Fan made a cut, he would scream "ouch".
"My Master Ye, this is the prop used in the game where Liger won the championship. He retired after that. It's very collectible..."
"You're a bodybuilder, why do you always collect souvenirs from other industries? You're not doing your job!" Ye Fan turned around, his facial muscles twitching and changing the outline of his face.
"How about it, do you recognize me?"
Ye Fan tilted his head and looked at Yuan Yin.
Yuan Yin looked at Ye Fan for a few times and became surprised: "Hey, what's going on? Why do you feel that you are different from before?"
"That's good." Ye Fan took off his mask and returned to his original appearance.
Yuan Yin was stunned again, "Damn it, Ye Fan, you are two different people with or without a mask!"
"It's good not to be recognized." Ye Fan stuffed the mask into his pocket.
"You help me fill out the admission procedures. Tomorrow you go to make an appointment with the Sanda Association. At nine o'clock the day after tomorrow, I will be here to accept everyone's challenge!"
Yuan Yin licked his lips, "Then whose identity do you use?"
"Just make up some nonsense. Anyway, we don't intend to see people with their true colors."
Yuan Yin smiled and said: "Okay! I'll push you to the position of the owner, is that okay?"
"Nima, do you understand if you keep a low profile? If I were the owner of the gym, wouldn't I have to deal with the Sanda Association in the future?" Ye Fan laughed and scolded, "Make up a nonsense about the owner of the gym. You tell those people that I am a senior brother, and you will be punished.
Come out and respond to Master's orders!"
"Okay, okay, do whatever you want." Yuan Yin said sarcastically.
"After these things are resolved, we have to hurry up and get started with the fitness kitchen business." Ye Fan said, "Making money is the way to go. Only fools do it."
"Okay, okay, boss, whatever you say, I will listen to you."
Yuan Yin was too lazy to pack his things, so he and Ye Fan walked out of the Sanda gym in a big way.