"What?!"

The white boy with the knife looked dumbfounded.

Looking at his knife and Su Chen's hand, he once wondered if he had bought a fake?

"roll."

"Otherwise, the consequences are at your own risk."

Su Chen was much colder than Ye Wen, with murderous aura in his eyes.

The mixed-race girl 'Wan Ruonan' was stunned. Little girls of her age like to look at handsome guys the most.

Su Chen's face, which was carefully crafted in "Return Me Piao Piao Fist", is as handsome as a god, coupled with his strong body that has been practicing martial arts all the year round, and his temperament like an iceberg, it is simply given to a mixed-race girl. Fatal blow!

"So handsome!"

"More handsome than those popular stars, do people from Yazhou have such handsome faces..."

Wan Ruonan was so fascinated that she even forgot her hair cut for a while.

The white girl who cut her hair, called Betsy, was a member of the campus cheerleading team. Because the teacher chose Wan Ruonan as the cheerleader, she held a grudge against her. Unexpectedly, he cocooned himself and was scratched by scissors on his face!

"Call me!"

"Kill them to death!!"

Betsy began to scream frantically, her eyes full of hatred, "I want these Yazhou pigs to die!!"

"court death!"

"Yellow rubbish, I'll kill you!"

The white boy with the knife felt humiliated, his eyes narrowed, and he stabbed Su Chen harder in the stomach!

"Hey!"

Ye Wen shouted angrily, and just wanted to step forward to help, when he found that Su Chen's big hand protruded like lightning and easily grabbed the opponent's wrist.

With a random twist, the Swiss Army Knife fell to the ground with a "click!" sound, and the white boy's facial features also twisted, "Ahhhh!"

"what!"

Wan Ruonan hid behind Ye Wen in fear.

Ye Wen also took two steps back and hurriedly said, "Friend, be careful!"

"I haven't done it yet."

With a flick of Su Chen's hand, the white boy flew out and slammed into the warehouse wall.

Wang Zhi intimidated!

His eyes widened, and a mental shock wave hit the other white youths, and only after releasing less than 10% of the power, the heads of several white youths felt like needles, and they all bent down and vomited.

"If you dare to bully her again, I want you to die!"

"Did you hear that clearly!"

Su Chen's angry voice resounded in their minds.

"Listen clearly..."

"Ah..."

"vomit--"

Several white youths, including Betsy, were lying on the ground, nodding non-stop, vomiting as they agreed.

Wan Ruonan frowned, Ye Wen was surprised, he didn't understand how Su Chen did all this.

Spiritual trauma is the consequence.

The scene at this moment has been deeply imprinted into the souls of several white youths, and will accompany them for a lifetime, with nightmares every night, unable to stop, and even their intelligence and memory will be greatly affected.

"Let's go."

"Master Ye."

Su Chen turned around and smiled, looking at the man in the gown in front of him.

At this period, Ye Wen was nearly sixty years old, with a lot of silver threads in his hair, and the muscles on his face were a little slack, but because of his years of martial arts, he was still full of energy.

"you know me?"

Ye Wen looked at Su Chen in surprise, "But I haven't seen you."

"Of course I know you, you are a big celebrity in our world!"

"Who hasn't heard of it, Wing Chun Ye asked?"

Su Chen smiled and muttered to himself in the bottom of his heart, and then cupped his hands, "Hehe, Master Ye, I am also a martial artist, I once witnessed you challenge and defeat the world champion of Ying Kingdom, Tornado, I admire you very much in my heart. !"

"Just a fluke."

Ye Wen smiled and bowed his hands.

He defeated the Yingguo boxing champion Tornado, almost ten years ago.

The three walked together, walked outside the school, and got on the return bus after a while.

On the way, the three chatted.

Wan Ruonan heard that Ye Wen was here to find a school for his son and needed a letter of introduction. She immediately smiled sweetly, "Uncle Ye, then you must have met my father?"

"why would you say so?"

Ye Wen was puzzled.

"Because my father is the president of the All-China Federation, Tai Chi master, Wan Zonghua!"

Wan Ruonan blinked her beautiful big eyes.

She is of mixed Chinese and American blood, and her facial features are very delicate and three-dimensional. Because of her martial arts, her figure is also graceful and slender. If it weren't for racial discrimination, she would be a proper school flower in school.

Ye Wen smiled wryly, "Ruonan, I've actually met your father, but he didn't write a letter of introduction for me."

"Why?"

Wan Ruonan's eyes widened. Her father has been safeguarding the interests of the Chinese. Uncle Ye is such a nice guy, how could he not help?

When Ye Wen explained the reason, Su Chen was shocked, "Bruce Lee?"

"Yes, Xiaolong my apprentice."

"He now travels to the state of Mei, and he founded a martial arts hall. He has many white and black apprentices and teaches them Chinese martial arts."

Ye Wen said silently: "The concept is different. The All-China Federation represented by President Wan is more conservative in thinking and does not want the Chinese martial arts to be leaked."

"So that's how it is..."

"It's alright, Uncle Ye, I'll go talk to Dad!"

Wan Ruonan patted Ye Wen's shoulder, "Uncle Ye, you can stay at my house for dinner tonight... Well, Brother Su, come with me too. Although my mother is from the country of Mei, she has learned first-hand Chinese food and has special cooking skills. Great!"

While speaking, she turned her head and looked at Su Chen a little embarrassedly, her tone was shy, and her face flushed red.

As a visitor, Ye Wen immediately saw that the little girl was interested in Su Chen, "Master Su?"

"Can."

Su Chen spit out two words, which made Wan Ruonan happy.

"Bruce Lee..."

Su Chen sighed when he heard the thunderous name.

Even 50 years after his death, people can often see people arguing for him on the Internet, some people think that he is a generation of martial arts masters, and some people think that he is a complete actor.

And his death, whether it was a drug accident or a murder, is still a mystery.

"Bruce Lee died at 32."

"His son Li Guohao, who died earlier than him, was killed by a real bullet from a prop gun during filming. He was 28 years old and left no heir."

"If it's a coincidence that the father and son died at an early age, that's too much of a coincidence, isn't it?"

Su Chen frowned.

He always felt that Bruce Lee's death was a man-made murder.

This statement has been circulating on the Internet, but due to the lack of evidence, the truth may never be exposed.

"Master Su."

Ye Wen sat on the right side of Su Chen and called him, "I see you frowning and uneasy, is there something bothering you?"

"You can talk to me. If there is anything I can help, I will define it."

"correct!"

When Su Chen was called by Ye Wen, he remembered it!

Ip Man in history died of cancer at the age of 79!

"It's you who's bothered, not me."

Su Chen's eyes skyrocketed, and he turned to look at Ye Wen, "Master Ye, I can cure your head and neck cancer!"