Zhou Hang smiled and turned to look at the middle-aged man sitting beside him, slightly nodding as he said, "Mr. Park, I have always admired your Taekwondo, and tomorrow we will see your elegance again."
Sitting beside Zhou Hang, Park Dae-seong, who was about thirty years old, was burly and tall, with thick eyebrows and curly hair, which made him look very spirited. He also slightly nodded to signal, but his expression carried a kind of arrogance, "Young Master Zhou flatters me too much. My country's Taekwondo has always been a top-notch martial art in the world. It is my honor to perform for Young Master Zhou."
"Mr. Park is really too modest. You are the five-time international champion of Taekwondo. How many in this world could be better than you?"
