People in the underground boxing ring called me "Mad Dog" until that day when I knocked down the UFC champion.
The system suddenly popped up: [The Chinese arsenal is loaded, the ancient Bajiquan is unlocked].
I was talking trash to the camera: "Chinese kung fu can hit ten Irish people!"
The global trending search exploded, but the female reporter who was my childhood sweetheart coldly pointed out the video of me dancing in a skirt in junior high school: "What kind of beast are you pretending to be? You were the little swan in the C position at the school anniversary."
That night she cornered me in the locker room and poked the blue dragon tattoo on my chest with her fingertips: "Use the self-defense skills I taught you to fight? What's the reward?"
