Li Jie walked to Gu Ren, saw him closing his eyes, and a smile hanged at the corner of his mouth, as if he was having some beautiful dreams, and couldn't help but shout, "Aren, stop sleeping."

"What's wrong with Brother Jie?" Gu Ren came to his senses and opened his eyes to look at Li Jie.

Li Jie said: "It's nothing, I just want to tell you that I have booked a flight ticket to return to China in the afternoon. I won't go back to Chinatown with you. I will take me to say hello to Master Mo."

"Return to China? Do you have enough time?" Gu Ren was stunned. He knew that Li Jie was married and had a son who was about the same age as him.

Li Jie saw Gu Ren's doubts and said with a smile: "You may not be used to it. The team basically has tasks once a month. Now we have just completed a task not long ago. I think there should be at least one month of vacation."

"Okay, I thought it was available every week." Although Gu Ren had watched the Death Squad movie, this was the real world, and naturally he would not appear one after another like in the movie.

"Haha, I also hope it will be available every week, so that I can retire early and not even kill an old bone." Li Jie is in his forties this year. People of his age can still join the mercenary, all relying on his professional personal combat capabilities.

"I know Brother Jie, I will say something to Grandpa Mo." Hearing Li Jie's words, Gu Ren couldn't help but sigh. As expected, the real world is more realistic than what is shown in the movie. Don't watch the death squads in the movie complete one thrilling and exciting task after another, it looks very exciting, but the lack of money is still indispensable to participating in these tasks.

"Then I'll leave first. If you want to stay here, stay. If you don't want to stay, go back. If you have a task, the captain will notify you in advance." Li Jie patted Gu Ren's shoulder, and without waiting for him to reply, he turned around and walked out of the repair shop gate with a black backpack.

The captain not far away was whispering to Christmas. The two of them were chatting about something and walking towards the gate. Caesar Cruise next to them also went out with Randy, who was hooked up with the highway. When Gu Ren came to his senses, he found that he was the only one left in the entire repair shop.

Looking at the empty repair shop, Gu Ren hesitated for a few seconds, quickly went back to the room and stuffed some of his belongings into his backpack. When he was about to walk out of the repair shop, he thought about it and turned around and pulled down the rolling gate of the repair shop.

After slapping the dust on his palm, Gu Ren looked up at the bright sky, breathed a long breath, turned around and walked towards the road outside the alley. When he came to the headquarters of the suicide squad yesterday, he was in the captain's car, so he had to take the bus back to Chinatown today.

...

Mojiawu Pavilion, No. 387 Chinatown, New York.

"Senior Brother Gu is here!" "Good morning, Senior Brother Gu." "Master, Senior Brother Gu is here!"

As soon as Gu Ren stepped into the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall, he was surrounded by a group of fellow practitioners practicing martial arts in the hall.

"Hello everyone, where is the master?" "Master is inside, senior brother, I'll go and call you the master." "Please trouble you."

When a disciple ran to the martial arts hall to find Master Mo, Gu Ren turned around and looked at the familiar faces in front of him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised and he said with a smile: "Okay, everyone practice boxing well. When the master comes out and sees you all not practicing martial arts, don't blame the senior brother, I won't plead for you."

As soon as these words were said, most of the disciples honestly returned to their positions and began to practice Mo family fists one by one. But a small number of people still came to Gu Ren, and one of the white junior brothers said, "Senior Brother Gu, I have mastered the set of Liuhe Fist you taught me last time. See what else I need to improve."

As one of the three major martial arts halls in Chinatown, New York, Mojia Martial Arts Hall, in addition to the Chinese living in Chinatown who come here to learn martial arts, there are many famous white and black disciples every year. A large part of them are influenced by Chinese kung fu films and martial arts films and come to Chinatown to learn skills.

When Gu Ren had just traveled over and had not fully accepted the original owner's memory, he was also shocked by the disciples of various skin colors in the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall. This really corresponds to the saying "There is no difference". However, after absorbing the original owner's memory, Gu Ren also understood that most of these foreign disciples had just watched some domestic kung fu movies. On a whim, they ran to Chinatown to find a martial arts hall to practice martial arts.

Among these people, except for a very small number of people who can come to practice every day, most of them come here to fish for three days and two days after teaching tuition. When they come here once, they take out their mobile phones to pat them, and then write some high-quality sentences on Twitter or Facebook to highlight their uniqueness.

"Jack, the strength you put in every punch is too high. You have to learn to take it back a little." Gu Ren patted the arm of the white junior Jack, signaling him to make a temporary decision, and guided him: "Liuhe Fist emphasizes the power as the heart moves, and the heart moves at will. As the saying goes, the body is spiritual and dynamic, and the length and strength are both together."

"I didn't understand Senior Brother." Jack looked at Gu Ren confused. Although he learned Chinese well, Gu Ren's words were not just a simple vernacular or two.

"To put it simply, you have to learn how to control your strength and grasp a certain degree. You cannot just throw out all your strength in a daze. In this way, you will not be able to stop the move as soon as possible."

Gu Ren said it, seeing that Jack didn't understand, he directly used playing baseball as an analogy, "Jack, you have played baseball, right? In the process of swinging baseball, you cannot just use force, but should grasp the bowler's abnormal movements, so that you can better use your strength to swing..."

"Aren is here!"

While Gu Ren was explaining the key points of Liuhequan, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him. He turned around and saw that the person was Mo Youqian, the 46th successor of Mo Family Fist. Gu Ren showed a happy smile on his face when he saw the master coming, "Well, master, I'm back."

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back." Mo Youqian grabbed Gu Ren's shoulder excitedly, looked up and down, and confirmed that Gu Ren was not injured, then nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's go and talk to me to the house."

"Okay master."

Gu Ren naturally knew that the reason why Mo Youqian was so excited was nothing more than that he had returned safely.

Mo Youqian rushed back to the house and chatted with Gu Ren. He turned around and said to everyone who was still practicing in the hall: "You practice hard, don't be lazy. Along helps me stare at them. If anyone dares to be lazy, he will stance for another half an hour."

"It's the master." Aaron nodded.

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Chapter completed!