Jin Kailai's Son: I Got into Tianlang with My Own Ability

When I was five years old, I had a high fever. When I woke up, I had a martial arts master from the Republic of China in my mind, who had been practicing Bajiquan for thirty years. My father's name is Jin Kailai. In 1979, in order to cut sugar cane for a group of soldiers who were dying of thirst, he stepped on a landmine and died, but his martyr certificate has not been approved yet. Some people in the village say he is a hero, but some people have chewed his tongue for more than ten years: The kid from Kailai's house can only rely on his reputation to make a living. I didn't have a father to teach me, so I practiced on my own. From the age of five, he squatted until his calves trembled. When he was seventeen, he picked up his old military uniform that had been washed white and went south to serve as a soldier. I don't rely on my dad's reputation. My father's name is engraved in people's hearts, and I earned my military medals myself.