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Seeing Xufeng's smirk, Xiao Ling's face was flushed and hot.

"...A Feng." Ye Wen knocked on the door and walked in. "Get ready, it's time to set off. The Hong's driver has already come to pick you up."

"Good Master." Xu Feng nodded.

"Wait a minute!" Xiaoling hurriedly posted, reaching out to help Xufeng tidy up her clothes.

After everything was cleaned up, Xu Feng left the room refreshed.

"Hello big brother!"

In the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall, all the Wing Chun disciples are neatly arranged in two rows, and they salute Xu Feng in a proper manner.

"Master! Come on!" Huang Liang shouted loudly.

"Brother, come on!" All the apprentices shouted.

Xu Feng bowed his hands in salute, "Thank you, brothers and sisters..."

Walking out of the martial arts hall, Xu Feng was taken aback.

The streets are full of people, and almost all the neighborhoods are standing outside the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall, waiting for Xu Feng to appear.

None of them had bought Hong Kan tickets, so they could only wait here early to cheer for Xu Feng.

As soon as they saw Xufeng coming out, the neighbors immediately shouted: "Master Xufeng! We all support you!"

"Come on! Defeat foreigners and ghosts! Win glory for us Tang people!"

"Master Xu Feng..."

Xu Feng repeatedly bowed his hands back. "Everyone! Thank you! I will live up to your expectations!"

After speaking, Xufeng got in the car, the driver started, and slowly drove away from the crowd.

It was not until ten o'clock that Xu Feng finally arrived at the Hong Kan venue.

As soon as I got off the bus, a large number of media reporters gathered at the door, including foreign reporters with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Mr. Xufeng, I heard that you are hailed as the last hope of the Tang people. Have you ever thought about how you would treat you if you lose?" a foreigner female reporter asked domineeringly.

Xufeng smiled coldly, "The last hope of the Tang Dynasty? Where did you make up this word? We Tang people have never lacked hope, never said the last. This is just a duel. If we win, we will raise our eyebrows, and then Continue to work hard and drive out all of you colonists!"

"What about losing?" The foreigner female reporter said with a sneer: "As far as I know, kung fu is nothing more than a fist, and your loss is an inevitable result."

Xufeng sneered and said, "Oh? Are you so confident? Okay! If I lose, you can insult me ​​with words, but if I win, do you dare to take off and go around Hong Kanguo three times? ?"

The female reporter suddenly felt offended, and said angrily: "Mr. Xufeng! You are so rude!"

Xu Feng replied: "Just you are polite, and your whole family is polite. You invaded our country. When we were weak, you forced us to sign thousands of unequal treaties. You killed people and sold cigarettes. Now that there is a moral education that we must be polite, should I go to you?"

"You! You!" A foreign female reporter flushed with anger, "I am a reporter, and it is my right to ask questions!"

"Have you ever thought that it is my right not to answer your question?" Xufeng said coldly: "I will answer you, you will write it out of context, I will not answer you, you will say me again A guilty conscience, in short, the pen is in your hand. Of course you can make up whatever you want. Why should you ask me again? Since you dare to ask me, you have to be prepared to be scolded. I am not used to you— Next person."

As soon as another male foreign reporter in a suit opened his mouth, Xu Feng waved his hand, "I don't want to listen to you, go away! Let me ask a question from a Chinese reporter!"

Zhou Guangyao, a reporter from the Hong Kong Daily News, immediately squeezed out of a bunch of foreign reporters and shouted: "Mr. Xufeng! I have a problem!"

Xu Feng saw that it was his brother Zhou Guangyao, and suddenly smiled, "Okay, you can ask."

"As everyone knows, Taylor is the world champion, and his strength is very strong! Then I would like to ask, what prompted you to fight Taylor this time?"

Xufeng nodded approvingly, "That's right! This question is well asked. I want to fight Taylor for the following three reasons."

"First, Taylor injured Hong Zhennan, the chairman of Hong Quan, in an unfair way of the referee's favoritism. I have to get this grudge against Nan Ge-this is the reason from my personal point of view."

"Secondly, Taylor despises us Tang people and thinks that we Tang people are yellow perils and rubbish. He thinks that our Tang people's kung fu passed down for thousands of years is nothing more than fist embroidering. In fact, not only he thinks so, but most foreigners are. I think so! So I must stand up and fight with him today, so that we Tang people can raise our eyebrows and let foreigners understand that we Tang people are no longer weak!"

"Good! Master Xufeng said it well!"

Many Chinese audiences in the periphery applauded and cheered, but the faces of foreign reporters were indifferent.

"Third..." Xu Feng paused and said in a deep voice, "I want to tell everyone a secret."

Chapter 202 Duel begins!

Upon hearing of the "secret", all reporters present pricked their ears.

Xu Feng turned his head and pointed to the magnificent Hong Kan venue and said: "Do you see this venue that can accommodate 20,000 spectators? This can be said to be the most iconic building in modern times. The original purpose of this venue is The organizer of the boxing championship is Wallace, the chief of the police station."

"But do you know?"

"In this venue, Wallace didn't spend a penny, but instead received more than 10,000 Hong Kong dollars in protection fees every month."

The reporters below suddenly looked at each other.

This is an extremely hot news, especially the media present are all world-class, not just from England!

Exposing Wallace's black material on this occasion can definitely put Wallace to death!

Xufeng sneered and said: "The Englishman Wallace, in their own country, was a sneaky kidnapper. After a few years in prison, he came to the port and became the police chief. Protection fee. The money he makes in a year is probably more than that of the English Prime Minister. Are you all journalists who like to ask questions? Go check him."

A foreign reporter asked coldly: "But what does this have to do with your duel with Taylor?"

Xufeng sneered and said, "Taylor was funded by Wallace. Otherwise, you think that with a small police chief like Wallace, how can you afford the world boxing champion? , In the boxing ring, I want to beat the bastard Wallace."

"Mr. Xufeng, I have another question—"

"Mr. Xufeng!"

The reporters eagerly wanted to ask questions, but Xu Feng ignored them and said to Zhou Guangyao: "What else do you want to ask?"

Zhou Guangyao grinned, "Without Brother Feng, I wish you a victory! Oh, by the way, where shall we celebrate lunch at noon?"

Xufeng laughed, "You figure it out! Just have something delicious!"

"Okay! Brother Feng, come on!" Zhou Guangyao said.

Xufeng smiled and pushed away the foreign reporter who was in front of him, and stepped into the Hongkan Hall.

At this time, the guild hall was full of people, the VIP area was all foreigners, and the other areas were all Chinese people who came to watch the game.

When they saw Xufeng's presence, they immediately stood up and applauded, shouting to cheer for Xufeng.

Xu Feng arched his hands again and again, and walked to his lounge with a smile.

There is still a period of time before the official competition. Xufeng must pay close attention to the little pre-match time, take a good rest and adjust, and cannot be affected by external factors.