Wang Lin put down the microphone and smiled slightly, thinking that Deng Lijun was really an interesting person.

Uncle Zhong walked in with two young men.

"Mr. Wang." Uncle Zhong said respectfully, "These two are the bodyguards I introduced to you. They used to help Boss Tang."

Wang Lin looked at the two bodyguards.

They are not particularly tall, only in their early 1.7 meters, but they are all fierce and fierce, with bright and restrained eyes, giving people a feeling of being as stable as Mount Tai.

"Hello, Mr. Wang!" The two of them bowed at the same time.

Wang Lin nodded: "Hello you guys. Can you let me see your hands?"

A real practitioner has calluses on his hands.

Wang Lin doesn’t believe this when people who practice internal kung fu have no calluses on their hands.

No matter how good your internal skills are, you will be in vain if you are not good at it?

The two of them stretched out their hands at the same time and showed them to Wang Lin, asking Wang Lin to look at the palm of his hand, and then turned it over to let him look at the back of his hand.

Wang Lin took a look and knew that Uncle Zhong did not lie to him. These two people are indeed masters, and their fist skills must be excellent.

Uncle Zhong said: "Mr. Wang, why don't you let them show you one thing?"
Chapter completed!