Chapter 63: Challenge

  Jinlan Taekwondo Hall is located on the top floor of an old shopping mall in the city, which is also a property of the famous Minghua Group.

  Behind the mall, a small courtyard was reserved. It's not easy to have such a place in this land of gold. When Lin Zixian drove up, he saw a white Maybach worth a lot at a glance.

  The car just stopped, and a man and woman got out of the Maybach. The woman was elegant in appearance, with wavy long hair, tall and slender figure, wearing black tight-fitting leather jacket and pants, wrapping her buttocks round and plump, as if to show off her figure.

  Lin Zi Xian didn't recognize the woman, but he did recognize the man, who was surprisingly Zheng Long Qing. He was also wearing a Taekwondo uniform, but unlike Qiao Yun's black belt, Zheng Long Qing's waistband was a white belt representing a rookie.

  Qiao Yun got off the car, and Zheng Longqing came over with a polite smile. The two greeted each other and walked up the high steps side by side.

  That leather-clad woman was naturally Luo Qili. She looked Lin Zixian up and down, and Lin Zixian responded with a smile. But to his surprise, she completely ignored him and followed Zheng Longqing instead. Lin Zixian grumbled inwardly, thinking that as fellow drivers, there was no need to put on airs. However, what made him even more annoyed was yet to come...

  The Golden Orchid Taekwondo gym was on the top floor, and in a building over thirty floors high, it was unlikely anyone would take the stairs. Naturally, they had to take the elevator. As they entered the elevator, Luo Qili stretched out her hand, blocking Lin Zixian, and said indifferently, "You take the next one."

  Lin Zi looked at the elevator door closing slowly, and quickly stuck his foot in between, causing the door to reopen. He looked at Luo Qili with a puzzled expression: "We're all drivers, why can you take this ride and I have to take the next one?"

  Qiao Yun's mouth corners slightly hooked up a barely perceptible arc, but she didn't make a sound to help him. Zheng Longqing looked at Lin Zixian with great interest, having seen him before, but hadn't paid attention, yet today he found that this driver wearing a security uniform was somewhat unusual.

  "Because I'm a woman and don't like sharing an elevator with strange men." Luo Qili said coldly.

  "I don't like taking the same elevator as a strange woman either. You go down one floor." Lin Zixian said, squeezing inside.

  Whoosh! A gleaming dagger appeared in Luo Qili's hand, pressed against Lin Zixian's chest, pushing him out, and the elevator doors closed immediately.

  "You think you're quite skilled, don't you? Daring to threaten me with a knife... as if I'm nobody..." Lin Zixian muttered to himself, not hurrying to catch the next elevator.

  He went back to the backyard, opened the rear door of the armored vehicle, pulled out a box from under the car seat, pressed the snap button, picked up an automatic rifle, but felt it was a bit too long, inconvenient to hide, and would surely scare people if brought in, so he replaced it with a 54 pistol, inserted the magazine, lifted his clothes and tucked it into his waistband, before swaggering back into the building.

  When he arrived at the top floor's taekwondo gym, the gatekeeper stopped him and said: "Sir, non-members of the gym are not allowed to enter."

  Is this a joke? Lin Zi pointed to the security uniform on his body and said, "I'm the building's security guard, checking the floor circuitry. For safety reasons, please cooperate with my work, otherwise I'll cut off your dojo's electricity."

  The guard was stunned for a moment, and estimated that no one would pretend to be a security guard, so he let him in without suspicion.

  Lin Zixian walked in and found it very lively, with white flowers everywhere. From a few years old kids to people in their forties, everyone was there, either practicing alone, watching in groups, or competing against each other.

  Looked around, didn't see Qiao Yun's figure, but found Luo Jiali standing against the wall in front of a door at the corner of the dojo, wearing a black leather jacket and pants, very eye-catching.

  Lin Zi stood idly by as Ma walked past and asked, "Is my boss inside?"

  Lu Qili's mood seemed not too good, didn't care about him, turned around and pushed the door to enter. Lin Zixian took advantage of the opening gap to take a look inside, saw Qiao Yun and Zheng Longqing who were taking off their shoes, and immediately followed in.

  When Qiao Yun revealed her slender bare feet, Zheng Longqing and Lin Zixian's eyes both lingered on them for a moment.

  There is a saying called "beauty is not enough", apart from the meaning that most people understand, some people also use it to describe women's feet. Some women are beautiful all over, but as soon as they show their feet, their beauty is discounted. Some fastidious men who appreciate beautiful women often don't start by looking at their face, but rather at their feet, which can best reflect a woman's inner state and her living conditions from childhood to adulthood.

  Qiao Yun's feet were very beautiful, clean and white, like a work of art, barefoot on the steps.

  At the entrance, there was a low platform that lowered the entire room by one step. Several pairs of shoes were neatly arranged on it. As Lin Zigan raised his foot, a middle-aged man with gray and white hair floating around pointed at him in stiff Mandarin and said, "Don't wear shoes inside."

  This man was Jinlan, the master of the dojo, an eighth-degree black belt and a true Korean. Behind him stood two fifth-degree black belts, his disciples. The entire building belonged to the Minghua Group, and this spacious room was Qiao Yu's exclusive practice space, while these two disciples were her training partners.

  Lin Zi turned his head to look at Luo Jili, who was leaning against the wall, and finally found out why this woman was not very willing to come in. He guessed that she was a bit proud and didn't want to take off her high-heeled leather boots under others' pointing and staring.

  Lin Zi's two heels kicked back, and a pair of leather shoes bought from a roadside stall lay crooked on the ground.

  Everyone inside was barefoot, except for him who still wore a pair of socks, with his hands behind his back wandering around the room. Suddenly, he found that everyone in the room was staring at him. He adjusted his big hat and said: "I am the bodyguard of General Manager Qiao, you do your thing, I'll do mine, don't mind me."

  Qiao Yun's mouth slightly twitched, and the owner Jin Lan saw that she didn't say anything, so he also didn't say anything. After all, being able to rent a whole floor at a low price in this prime location was important for Qiao Yun's face.

  Qiao Yun bowed to Jin Lan and then went aside to exercise, pressing her legs and starting to do push-ups, which was very different from her usual image.

  "Mr. Zheng, let's start with the basics of Taekwondo first!" Jinlan said politely to Zheng Longqing.

  Originally, there would only be two disciples left here to accompany Qiao Yun in her practice, and Zheng Longqing, a newcomer, didn't need him to teach personally. However, after learning about Zheng Longqing's identity, he took it seriously and came in person.

  "Mr. Jinlan, I'm still considering whether to learn your Taekwondo or not." Zheng Longqing saw Mr. Jinlan's face change and immediately smiled: "Don't get me wrong, my time is very precious, so I don't want to waste it on useless fancy moves. I hope Mr. Jinlan can show something real and practical, I want to see if Taekwondo is true martial arts or not."

  "Of course, Taekwondo is the largest and best martial art in the world." Jin Lan said confidently, nodding to the two disciples behind him.

  Those two disciples immediately ran to the side and hugged a pile of wooden boards and sticks, preparing to perform a thrilling scene of flesh and blood against wood.

  What's the best martial art? Not far away, Lin Zi idled around and suddenly ran to one side to help them carry a pile of wooden boards over, preparing to let them smash for a while before applauding himself. Even Qiao Yun, who was warming up on the other side, stopped momentarily.

  "I think Mr. Jinlan misunderstood my intention, I wanted to see a real Taekwondo match, not this kind of performance." Zheng Longqing pointed at Lin Zixian and said: "This is Miss Qiao's bodyguard, if he can become Miss Qiao's bodyguard, his skills must be extraordinary. If even Miss Qiao's bodyguard can't defeat me in a Taekwondo match, I really can't think of any reason why I need to learn Taekwondo for self-defense, I might as well just hire several bodyguards in the future."

  He saw that Qiao Yun and Lin Zixian didn't seem to have a normal employer and bodyguard relationship, so he wanted to take the opportunity to test Lin Zixian's depth.

  Jinlan glanced at Qiaoyun, seeing that she didn't express any opposition, immediately turned around to face Lin Zixian and asked: "Is this gentleman willing to accept my challenge?" In fact, Qiaoyun also wanted to see what Lin Zixian's skills were like.

  Lin Zi's gaze flickered towards Zheng Longqing, whose smile remained unchanged. Damn it! I wasn't looking for you, but you've come to provoke me instead.

  Jinlan spread out her hands and said: "Since my boss doesn't have any objections, I don't have a reason to refuse either. Otherwise, everyone will think I'm afraid of you."

  "Please!" Jinlan immediately stretched out his hand towards the center of the arena, looking like he was full of confidence and ready to put on a big show.

  Lin Zi accompanied him to the dueling arena and said calmly, "Mr. Jinlan, I have an ugly thing to say first, this person doesn't make a move if he doesn't need to, but once he does, it's either death or injury. If you can't withstand it, it's best to admit defeat quickly, otherwise, the consequences will be yours to bear."

  His tone was big, Zheng Longqing's eyes flickered, and Luo Jiali, who was leaning against the wall, also straightened up slightly. Qiao Yun couldn't help but worry about Jinlan Hall Master a little, although she hadn't seen Lin Zixian's skills, but she didn't doubt his claim that he would either kill or injure with every move, and heard that he had killed several people yesterday.

  Jinlan was clearly confident in himself, smiling slightly as he stood with his fists clenched at his chest and his feet in a diagonal horse stance, the standard Taekwondo combat posture. He said again, "Please!" His demeanor was that of a master, seemingly waiting for Lin Zixian to make the first move.

  Lin Zixian didn't hesitate, lifting his clothes to pull out a gun from his waist, loading it and releasing the safety catch. He aimed at Jinlan and pulled the trigger, 'bang', a strand of grey-white hair fell.

  Jinlan stared at the black muzzle of the gun pointing at her with smoke emerging from it, and suddenly became petrified. The others were also stunned, never expecting Lin Zixuan to use a gun.

  "Bang, bang, bang", three shots in a row, each bullet whizzing past Jinlan's head, cutting off strands of his hair, and punching holes into the wall behind him.

  Jinlan was frightened after reacting and hastily raised her hand saying: "I surrender."

  "Consider yourself lucky, and fortunately my marksmanship is good. Otherwise, if I had lost control and accidentally fired, you would have been headless by now." Lin Zixian struck a pose like a western cowboy, blew the smoking gun muzzle, put the safety on, and holstered it back into his waistband, making a 'V' shape victory gesture to everyone, looking as if he had won effortlessly, without even breaking a sweat.