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San Francisco, Chinatown, Planting Flowers Charity Federation.

Tai Chi Wan Zonghua here is a "charitable organization" established by Xingyi, Cai Lifu, Tan Zu and other sects. Because martial arts is not a type of work, it cannot form a trade union. It can only use this method to unite the Chinese and fight for their own interests. .

On the second floor, the exercise room.

Abu and Wan Zonghua stood face to face. Wan Zonghua put on a Tai Chi posture, and Abu stood helplessly.

Ye Wen sat on the side, watching Abu with great interest.

"Master Wan, I told you, I am born with supernatural power, and I really don't have much skill."

"Then show me your natural power and see how powerful you are."

Abu resisted the urge to roll his eyes, then of course I was very strong, very strong, Zhuge Dali!

I also show it to you, I am afraid that if I stomp my feet, your building will collapse.

"Okay, I admit, the showdown is over, I don't pretend, I actually practiced the golden bell-covered iron cloth shirt, the indestructible magic of King Kong, invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and full of five poisons... Uh, not this one, in short, it is especially good at being beaten , especially resistant, if you don’t believe me, Master Wan, try copying the guy.”

Wan Zonghua glared at Abu angrily, as if "Are you looking down on me?"

"I really don't know martial arts." Abu was helpless.

"No, I'll do it myself." Abu saw a sword stand on the cabinet with three big swords on it, and asked, "Can I use it?"

When Wan Zonghua saw it, he thought that it would be fine to compare weapons. My Tai Chi sword is not a vegetarian. It just so happens that if I can't hit you, how can a sword not hit you?

Wan Zonghua walked over after thinking about it, picked up a big sword and threw it to Abu, and held a sword handle himself, clattering the sword out of its sheath.

Abu also drew his sword out of its sheath, but did not gesture to Wan Zonghua.

Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and scratched his arms with a crunch.

"Master Zhang!"

"you!"

Abu started to move, and the two of them reacted and called out, but they were dumbfounded.

Wan Zonghua was stunned, and reached out to touch the edge of his sword. Hey, he made a small cut, and a small drop of blood oozed out. That's right, it's a real guy!

For a long time, Wan Zonghuacai and Ye Wencai looked at each other, neither knowing what expression to use.

This is no longer an expert or a strange person, he is simply a person who destroys the three views!

"Do you believe me now?" Abu looked at the sword with its curled edge and thought to himself that if it was really broken, he would have to pay for it. He put the sword back into its sheath, spread his hands and shrugged.

Wan Zonghua was stunned. He grabbed Abu's arm and ignored it. He picked up the sword and cut it off with all his strength.

After sawing for a long time like sawing wood, and then curling a big sword, Abu still didn't even have a white mark on his arm.

"You... who are you? You, you are a mutant!?" Wan Zonghua seemed to have thought of something, and took three steps back.

The news is not out of date.

However, Ye Wen didn't know what was going on. In his hometown, this kind of situation rarely happened.

"No, but I know a lot of mutants... That's not the point. There are too many strange people in this world, and they don't have to be mutants to have superpowers."

Wan Zonghua stared at Abu for a long time.

Then, strangely, he breathed a sigh of relief.

That means that's right, it's not that we can't get it right after practicing Kung Fu, but that the opponent is simply beyond kung fu.

People, we can argue with each other, but monsters, we don’t care about them.

"Since it's not kung fu, there's no need to compare."

Wan Zonghua sheathed his sword and took back Abu's one. He felt very distressed at the moment that he had lost his best weapon in vain and was ruined by someone who didn't understand martial arts.

"Master Wan, who are the mutants?"

Wan Zonghua gave Ye Wen some more popular science, and Ye Wen looked at Abu in surprise.

But this shows the gap, Ye Wen is still very tolerant, he can't see any color, and even holds back his curiosity.

"I keep my word. Now that I have said it and you have shown your true ability, I will make you my friend. Then it is Kung Fu or not Kung Fu. I have made you my friend with the surname Wan."

Wan Zonghua is not as hypocritical as before. Anyway, it is not kung fu, and there is no problem of exodus. Such a strange person is still a strange person who wants to make friends. Naturally, he has many friends and multiple paths.

Can be the president of the Charity Federation, safeguard the interests of Chinese Americans, and have contacts with many people of social status outside of Chinatown, how can I not understand these things.

It's just a deep-rooted tradition that makes him absolutely uncompromising in terms of kung fu.

So Wan Zonghua handed over a hand to shake hands with Abu, instead of clasping fists and saluting.

hands together.

It doesn't matter to Abu, he just came here to satisfy his curiosity, and he doesn't want to draw anything else.

Oh, I also plan to have a couple of meals after I get used to it.

Don't talk about being rich, hire a private chef, a senior chef, and eat whatever you want.

These days, where is there any senior chef in China, come to the United States to cook for you a person with two bad money.

Even if it is true, I can't understand what it means.

Abu has never been a serious god. From time traveling to now, he has been struggling and trying to become stronger.

In this life, I will just lie down and enjoy the blessings, waiting for the Director Mie of the Universal Family Planning Office to come and snap his fingers, and the three of them will bet on the half and half chance together, without even thinking about it.

Fundamentally, it is still a relatively ordinary mentality, and there is no such thing as a domineering president.

So Abu was also very cheeky, and stayed in Wanjia directly, sticking to his ass and insisting on spending dinner, and then participated in this year's very lively Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, and left after having enough fun.

"Old Wan, your skill is fine. I don't think it will last a day or two."

At noon, it was Wan Zonghua and Abu who had dinner.

Ye Wen was not so shameless, he explained the misunderstanding clearly, and left directly.

Abu, however, Master Wan has changed to Lao Wan.

Master Wan was so angry that he had never seen such a push on the nose.

However, people are like this, as long as they talk and chat, they will forget, or ignore the appearance, and only look at the manners and attitudes.

Wan Zonghua really wasn't disgusted and thought this guy was a bit interesting.

"It's a craft, I don't think you have eaten it before." Wan Zonghua threw a fried peanut into his mouth, and took a sip of his wine.

There was nothing on the table, just peanuts, tofu mixed with green onions, shredded kelp mixed with soy sauce, and a plate of preserved eggs that I thought were terrifying and could be compared to biochemical weapons.

Four cold dishes, a bottle of Erguotou, nothing else.

The man Wan Zonghua is also angry and funny, and wants to eat, okay, that's all, he likes to eat or not.

But I didn't expect that Abu ate deliciously, but he didn't touch it because he was greedy, and he caught it today.

"Zong Hua-wan!"

But suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs, people were noisy, and there was also the sound of objects being thrown!