The middle-aged man said: "He is waiting for you in the car."
"this......"
Ning Fan was a little helpless, it must have been because his multi-handedness attracted Wan Zonghua's attention.
It’s not okay if you don’t go now. People will come looking for you one after another, so you might as well go and have a look.
Xiao Wanqing was going to ask others to go back to the hotel first or go somewhere else to have fun.
At this time, a big hand grabbed Ning Fan's shoulder and turned Ning Fan around.
Ning Fan took a look and saw that it was the Western boxer who was beaten by Wan Zonghua. His chin had been reattached and he asked, "Boy, did you attack me secretly?"
"Well, how could it be me? Did you admit the wrong person?" Ning Fan said.
"You said it's not you, then go to hell." The Western boxer punched Ning Fan very domineeringly.
Xiao Wanqing and others' pupils widened and they wanted to tell Ning Fan to get away quickly.
boom!!!
The next second, the Western boxer's fist did not fall on Ning Fan. Instead, he flew out like a kite with a broken string.
Cross pull!!!
His huge body hit a stall and he fainted.
Passers-by curiously gathered around to take a look, and saw an obvious slap mark on the Western boxer's face.
At this time, Ning Fan waved his hand and said: "You are so shameless, it hurts me even after the beating."
The middle-aged man looked dumbfounded. It seemed that his vision as president was correct. This young man was really a master.
In the martial arts gym, everyone has seen how powerful Western boxing is before. It can be said that except for Chairman Wan, no one knows his opponent.
But now that Ning Fan can hit the opponent so far with one slap, his strength is needless to say.
Several members of Xiao Wanqing's club admired Ning Fan even more. It turned out that Ning Fan was so strong.
"Little brother, the president is indeed right. You are a master. Please give my president some face." The middle-aged man said, his tone more polite than before.
"Okay, Wanqing, do you want to go?"
"Go, of course I want to go, that's President Wan, the president of the Great Xia Martial Arts Association." Xiao Wanqing said excitedly.
"Um!"
The middle-aged man said: "You two, please come this way!"
Soon, a commercial vehicle came to pick up the two of them and drove towards Wan's house.
It was only about thirty minutes' journey, and the two of them arrived at a house. There were two stone lions in front of the door.
The mansion only retains the ancient style. The plaque on the door reads two words, Wanfu.
"Please!" the middle-aged man followed.
He led the two of them to Wan's living room. Wan Zonghua was sipping tea. When he saw someone coming, he immediately stood up and greeted him.
"Little brother, this girl, I'm really sorry for inviting you over in such an abrupt way," Wan Zonghua said.
"Senior, you're welcome. It's an honor for me, junior, to be invited by you."
"please!"
In the living room, Wan Zonghua immediately asked someone to make tea, and then said: "Little brother, what do you call me?"
"My surname is Ning, Shan Yifan."
Wan Zonghua nodded and muttered the word Ning Fan.