"Classmate Zhang Lingyu, if you’re righteous, you have nothing to fear from a twisted shadow! I pride myself on my upstanding behavior. whom are you trying to intimidate? I might owe debts, but I never owe a woman!" Lin Tian declared righteously, following her gaze.
He saw two won standing not far away, with two n behind them, looking indifferently at him. How could it be them? Lin Tian actually recognized these two won; they were none other than Zhao Rong and Sister Jin. The n behind them, however, were unfamiliar, probably there to make up the numbers.
"What do you want? Spit it out, I’m very busy. I don’t have ti to dawdle with you," Lin Tian said curtly. It had taken him the whole afternoon to enjoy so sunshine, yet he always encountered these pushy people. No one could expect him to be in a good mood.
Sister Jin’s brows arched, and she spoke curtly, "Our ti is more precious than yours, hmm, our Taekwondo Club’s director has requested to et you downstairs."
"Vice Director Jin? His hand is injured; why isn’t he resting? Why would he invite ?" Lin Tian assud it was that Vice Director Jin and found it very strange. Was he a masochist who still wanted more punishnt?
"No, not him. It’s our chief director, Mr. Cui Haolong, " Sister Jin ntioned the na, lifting her chin proudly as if speaking of soone very important.
Lin Tian knew nothing about this supposed chief director, but the fact that he had established himself in Xikou City without being ousted by other Martial Arts clubs ant he must be sowhat capable.
To open a martial arts club in Xikou City, it’s customary to pay respects to the local martial arts powers, a tradition in Huaxia. Otherwise, local clubs wouldn’t allow another Taekwondo club to exist. This suggests Cui Haolong must be skilled to have earned recognition from the local martial arts clubs.
Of course, there was also a possibility that Cui Haolong had powerful connections and climbed through the upper echelons to establish his Taekwondo Club.
However, Lin Tian didn’t care about any of those; he simply extended his hand towards Sister Jin.
"What for?" Sister Jin asked.
"For the invite of course. What, did you think you’re the Emperor, and people must co running when you speak? Without an invitation, I’m off," Lin Tian sneered, thinking they were treating him like a naive youngster.
"Here, give it to him," Sister Jin handed it to a man behind her, having initially not intended to produce the invitation, thinking Lin Tian wasn’t worthy of it.
"Alright, lead the way," Lin Tian took the invitation without even looking at it and casually stuffed it into his pocket.
Sister Jin and Zhao Rong couldn’t show their anger and just turned around to lead the way. The Taekwondo Club was on the floor below, and Lin Tian, along with Xiao Manxuan and the other two won, followed them down.
After swiping their cards to enter, Lin Tian stepped into the training hall of the club. The hall was spacious, with glass walls on both sides providing plenty of light. Across from the hall’s entrance, the club’s plaque hung, inscribed with ’Haolong Taekwondo Club.’
Above the plaque hung a calligraphy painting, inscribed with: Integrity, Patience, Self-control, Indomitable Spirit. These are the core tenets of Taekwondo, though implenting them is another matter entirely.
At the mont, many students were training, kicking and stretching energetically. Here, the students were grouped by rank; the white and yellow belts clustered together, taught by a black belt instructor, while the blue and red belts gathered elsewhere, also under the guidance of a black belt.
In Taekwondo, only those who have achieved at least a first dan black belt can teach, and only those with a fourth dan or higher can open a club. Lin Tian recalled that Sun Decai was a first dan; perhaps he trained here.
"Where is your director Cui Haolong? Is this the kind of hospitality synonymous with your Taekwondo spirit?" Lin Tian deliberately raised his voice and yelled.
This shout attracted the attention of every student and instructor. The two black belt instructors, both in their thirties, one of whom was a woman, looked furiously at Lin Tian. His comnt was undoubtedly disparaging their Taekwondo Club.
The majority of the students, modern-day folks unlike those from ancient tis without a strong sense of faction or loyalty, watched curiously. They were a mix of rich ’second generation’ kids and high-level professional executives, learning self-defense skills.
They didn’t care how the Taekwondo Club was run; if the teaching was subpar, they would complain. Now, with what seed like a challenge to the dojo, their inherent competitive spirit was ignited, and most of them wished for a physical contest right there to broaden their horizons.
"That guy looks so young. He speaks so aggressively; is he here to challenge the club?"
"Yes, so exciting! Last ti soone made trouble, the instructor kicked him flying with one kick. I wonder how this young man will do?"
"Wow, those three beauties, did you see? Could they be celebrities from sowhere? They’re so beautiful. Compared to them, those TV actresses are nothing!"
...
People everywhere love a spectacle, and this group of corporate elites was no exception. The debates were already swirling even before anything had started.
Lin Tian glanced at Sister Jin and Zhao Rong, who were standing nonchalantly, showing no intention of summoning the director. Their deanor made it clear to Lin Tian; they were aiming to intimidate.
As expected, the female instructor stepped forward, frowning at Lin Tian and said with a sneer, "Do you think our director is soone you can just et? Given your tone, you must be quite skilled. Draw a line, let’s spar. Otherwise, don’t bla us for not being polite."
Not bla you for not being polite? As if you are being polite now! Lin Tian chuckled and shook his head.
"What does that shake of your head an, looking down on our Haolong Taekwondo Club?" Since that’s the case, we might have to determine who’s superior, otherwise our club can’t establish itself!" the female instructor’s eyebrows shot up, stepping forward again, insisting that he couldn’t back down now.
"No, no, no, I think you misunderstood . As a gentleman, how could I possibly fight a lady? Here, I have a female friend who has also trained for two years; perhaps you could spar with her," Lin Tian wasn’t falling for it. Going head-to-head with her in front of everyone, he wouldn’t see a good outco.
Winning was expected because he was a man; losing, however, would be disgraceful, losing to a woman? How could he possibly hold his head up after that?
"Shh..." The students collectively hissed at Lin Tian. They had seen his confident deanor and thought he was skilled, not expecting him to back down so quickly.
"He looks so handso; I thought he could really fight!" a female white-collar student expressed disappointnt.
"All show and no substance," another female student remarked.
Lin Tian was left exasperated by their flawed logic. What did his looks have to do with his fighting skills?
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