American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In the Hong Quan martial arts society, Hong Zhennan was sorting out recent accounts.

Managing a large martial arts association, taking care of various factions and his own disciples, ensuring everyone had their needs met, was indeed mentally and physically taxing. Although he inevitably suffered humiliation from foreigners, the income was quite good.

"Awei, recently the boxing matches have been tough on the brothers. Take this and distribute it to them!"

Hong Zhennan took out a large stack of banknotes and threw them to his chief disciple. The disciple clasped his fists in salute, his face beaming with joy: "Thank you, Master!"

"Come on, come on, time to distribute wages!"

Awei, carrying the large stack of banknotes, swaggered over to the crowd, carefully counting out several bills to distribute to his fellow disciples.

"Here, this is your money. Master has specially deducted a little, so you must practice martial arts more diligently in the future. Don't run around all day, not knowing what you're thinking."

As the senior disciple, Awei was quite competent, and he didn't forget to give his junior brothers a few words of advice while distributing the banknotes.

Just then, a knock sounded, and a man and a woman slowly walked in.

"Excuse me, is Master Hong Zhennan of Hong Quan here?"

The arrivals were, of course, Qi Shan and Ye Zimei. The two were as exquisitely dressed as ever, even more particular than the upper-class foreigners of modern society.

Especially Ye Zimei's maid outfit, which had a very gothic style of later generations. Although it was a long skirt, it still revealed a section of her calf. Black stockings clung tightly to her skin, presenting a charming curve, and her small, round-toed leather shoes were very eye-catching.

Awei looked up, his expression immediately turning cold: "Who are you? What do you want with my master?"

Qi Shan glanced at Awei and the disciples crowding around, and smiled: "I heard that Master Hong Zhennan's martial arts society is open to everyone. Could that be false? Otherwise, why would you suddenly have such strong hostility?"

Awei, enraged and embarrassed, retorted: "What if I'm hostile? You're a Chinese person dressed like a foreigner. How can you say you don't harbor ulterior motives? What exactly do you want with my master? Are you plotting something again? Let me tell you, the thing I hate most in this life is foreigners. Blame yourself for speaking sarcastically and dressing like a dog! Brothers, hit them!"

Qi Shan's lips curled up, and he placed his hands behind his back, neither dodging nor avoiding.

These guys finally have some spirit, and they won't attack a woman. Ye Zimei only took a step back, and these people automatically ignored her, all rushing towards Qi Shan.

"Stop!"

A shout froze everyone in place. A tall, sturdy middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd.

He was round in build, but had a large, square face, a mustache on his lip, and no beard under his jaw. His eyes were sharp and bright. Just standing there simply, he naturally possessed the aura of a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

It was as if his body was always storing power, ready to explode at any moment.

Hong Zhennan glanced at Qi Shan and then sized up Ye Zimei, seemingly accustomed to their attire, yet somewhat puzzled. He frowned slightly and turned to scold: "How many times have I taught you? Visitors are guests! What kind of appearance are you making, shouting and killing all day long? You haven't made any progress. What if you turn your brains into fish balls and sell them off? Get out, all of you!"

Awei was somewhat unconvinced, but didn't dare to talk back. He just glared fiercely at Qi Shan, snorted, and led the brothers out in a huff.

Only Qi Shan, Ye Zimei, and Hong Zhennan remained in the room.

Hong Zhennan said calmly: "I wonder what this gentleman wants with me?"

"I've heard of Mr. Hong's reputation, and the name of Hong Quan is like thunder in my ears, so I wanted to come and spar with you!" Qi Shan said with a smile.

"Oh?"

Hong Zhennan looked Qi Shan up and down, shaking his head in disappointment: "Go back, you are not my opponent!"

"Isn't it a bit arbitrary to draw conclusions so easily without even fighting?"

Qi Shan chuckled, extending his right palm and drawing a circle in front of him. The air currents were directly guided into a vortex, forming a small Bagua, which dissipated automatically after condensing for a fraction of a second.

Hong Zhennan's eyes narrowed: "Taiji Bagua Palm? No, but this…"

Qi Shan said: "How about it? Is Master Hong interested now?"

Hong Zhennan laughed heartily three times, suddenly stomping his foot, his whole body pouncing over like a bear.

Qi Shan said "Well done!", using the Grasping Sparrow's Tail technique to deflect his fist, his left hand sealing and closing.

Seeing the airflow forming, as if an invisible force was pulling on his fist, Hong Zhennan was shocked and immediately changed his move.

Qi Shan responded calmly, each move slower than the last, like an old lady doing calisthenics, yet even so, he still used a strange force to pull on Hong Zhennan's fist, causing his strength to involuntarily change direction.

Hong Quan was originally a steel fist, with fierce strength and swift speed, fighting like a madman, not stopping until the goal was achieved.

"What is this, what kind of boxing is this?"

"Secretly Passed Down Taijiquan! Does Master Hong still find it acceptable?" Qi Shan smiled, performing a force-releasing action, slowly straightening his body.

At this time, Hong Zhennan noticed that Qi Shan's suit had not a single wrinkle after the whole set of boxing techniques.

Looking at his calm and composed aura, Hong Zhennan finally placed Qi Shan in the position of a boxing master.

Hong Zhennan nodded: "Secretly Passed Down Taijiquan, truly extraordinary. This method of using fast to defeat slow, borrowing strength to strike strength, cannot be used so smoothly by other boxing styles besides Taijiquan. How should I address you, sir?"

Qi Shan clapped his hands and laughed: "It seems I'm finally qualified to give my name. Let Master Hong know, my surname is Qi, and my given name is Shan!"

"Master Qi, I admit that your kung fu is qualified to teach boxing, but if you want to officially open a school and accept disciples, you still need to go through a formality.

Please rest assured that the Martial Arts Association will not push good hands away. There will be no problems with your boxing skills. After passing, you only need to pay 100 yuan per month, and there will be no trouble in any aspect!"

Watching Hong Zhennan earnestly promote his Martial Arts Association, Qi Shan smiled: "I think Master Hong has misunderstood. My boxing is a secretly passed down Taijiquan. Since it has the word 'secret,' it naturally cannot open a school and teach disciples."

"Then you came to me just to spar?"

"That is certainly one of the purposes, but more importantly…"

Qi Shan hadn't finished speaking when a disciple rushed up anxiously and shouted, "Master, come quickly! Senior Brother is fighting with a group of people again!"

"What? Where?"

"At the fish market, Master! Hurry! This time the opponents are very strong. They took a bamboo pole and knocked more than a dozen fellow disciples to the ground. If you're late, Senior Brother and the others will suffer!"

The disciple urged anxiously, and Hong Zhennan didn't dare to delay, rushing off.

"Master Hong, I wonder if I can go and watch?" Qi Shan asked.

"Go if you want!"

Hong Zhennan didn't have time to guess what Qi Shan was up to. He just casually replied and quickly instructed his disciple, "Gather everyone! Don't bring weapons! Tell someone to notify Fatty to come over. He's essential for fighting!"

The disciple quickly agreed and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Soon, urgent whistles echoed on the street, and a group of young men in various attire rushed out of various shops and alleys, quickly gathering at the entrance of the National Arts Association.

Qi Shan scanned the scene from the drone's God-like perspective, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Big Brother is Big Brother, he can gather a group of followers wherever he goes.

There were at least 200 people in front of him, each one burly and strong, with big arms and big fists, obviously trained in martial arts.

The fish market wasn't far away. Hong Zhennan took the lead, followed by the main force.

A plainclothes policeman brought a few people along the way and joined in. The two were obviously acquaintances, and after a glance and a few words, they knew what was going on.

Qi Shan and Ye Zimei followed unhurriedly behind.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the plot in Ip Man.

This should be the first conflict between the two sides, a head-on confrontation between two great masters, worth looking forward to.

Arriving at the destination, they saw a group of people holding bamboo poles of varying lengths, forcefully blocking Hong Zhennan's disciples.

This group of disciples were red-eyed and noisy, insisting on finding trouble with two people in the middle.

"What are you doing!" Hong Zhennan shouted, and the scene instantly quieted down.

The boss made his appearance, his aura magnificent.

Hong Zhennan took the lead, Fatty was only half a step behind him, followed by nearly 200 disciples, each staring and clenching their fists, as if they were about to hit someone.

Standing in the middle were Ip Man and his disciple Huang Liang.

Huang Liang was injured, obviously having suffered a loss. Ip Man was spotless, with only some dirt on his shoes.

Looking at the emotions of the people on both sides, and the faint smugness on Huang Liang's face, it was obvious that Ip Man had won, so this group of people were clamoring to get revenge.

Hong Zhennan slowly approached, first glanced at Ip Man, and then scolded his disciples: "Are you causing trouble again?"

"Master, it's not us. I was having a fair exchange with him, and he brought his master to make trouble."

The speaker was naturally Awei, with obvious red and swollen marks on his right cheek, his eyes glancing at Ip Man from time to time, obviously unconvinced.

Hong Zhennan looked around and didn't ask Ip Man, instead turning his attention to another person.

"Jinshan Zhao, trying to be a boss?"

Jinshan Zhao was standing next to Ip Man and his disciple. He had suddenly appeared to save the outnumbered two, and then led his brothers to control the scene, wanting Ip Man and his disciple to leave first, but he didn't expect Hong Zhennan to arrive ahead of time.

He was no longer the troublemaker he used to be. With a wife and children, he only wanted to make money and live a stable life.

Hearing the famous boss Hong Zhennan speak like this, Jinshan Zhao panicked a little and quickly waved his hand, "How is that possible? It's just a small misunderstanding. I'm trying to discuss it with you."

"You brought a knife to discuss it with me?"

"I wouldn't dare!" Jinshan Zhao said with a smile, handing over the two knives in his hand.

Having mixed in the streets, Jinshan Zhao knew how powerful Hong Zhennan was. For a stable life, he didn't dare to offend him easily now.

Seeing that the other party had this tone, he immediately softened, with a helpless look on his face, turning his head to give Ip Man a look.

The meaning was, I've tried my best, you're on your own.

Seeing that the troublemaker had been subdued, Hong Zhennan didn't make things difficult for him and waved him away.

Only then did he look at Ip Man squarely: "Which school are you from?"

"Master Hong, hello, my name is Ip Man, from the Wing Chun school in Foshan. The cause of this matter is this: my disciple was sparring with your disciple, and my disciple did hit too hard, injuring your disciple..."

Hearing this, Master Hong was furious: "Are you saying that Hong Fist is not as good as your Wing Chun?"

Ip Man quickly waved his hand: "I don't mean that, I don't mean that!"

"Who approved you to teach boxing? Do you know the rules? If you want to open a martial arts school, you must stand up and accept the challenges of various schools. You only have the qualifications to teach boxing if you don't fall within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!"

The two men's eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Fatty slowly walked over: "Martial arts schools have martial arts school rules, and the police station has police station rules. I have to take care of you fighting and making trouble. Take these two troublemakers away. I still have a pair of handcuffs on hand, and take Jinshan Zhao, this troublemaker, away too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several subordinates stepped forward to arrest people.

At this time, a chuckle suddenly came from behind: "Hold on, hold on. Since you are all martial arts people, why bother the police?"

Fatty turned his head and roared: "Who is talking? I'm going to arrest people, I want to see who dares to stop me!"

Qi Shan separated the crowd and walked out slowly, always with a faint smile on his face.

Although Qi Shan was already very handsome, most of the people's eyes were focused on Ye Zimei. Hundreds of people near the school were all high-spirited men, and there was only one woman in front of them, and she was a very beautiful woman.

Ye Zimei's face was frosty, and her eyelids didn't even twitch, as if she didn't feel any gaze.

Ip Man was also surprised, and finally saw Qi Shan, exclaiming: "You..."

Qi Shan smiled and cupped his hands: "Master Ip, long time no see!"

"Long time no see! Mr. Qi!"

Qi Shan turned to Hong Zhennan and said: "This time it's just a small conflict, at most it's an accident. Master Hong, give me some face, and don't pursue it. I was just looking for the two of you for something. It's rare to meet you together, why not find a place to sit down and talk?"