No one came to learn martial arts for many days after the opening of the martial arts club, but Chen Mo was not in a hurry. He practiced with several boxers every day. In the past, Chen Mo did not have this condition. There were very few people who really practiced martial arts in the modern society. Several boxers could be called masters in the modern world. It was not easy to find one, let alone several of them to be his sparring partners.
With his rich combat experience and the accumulation of combat skills, Chen Mo's combat ability rapidly improved. The combat strength he displayed also became more and more powerful. The gazes of the boxers towards Chen Mo also became more and more reverent.
According to his extraordinary strength and speed, Chen Mo combined all kinds of fighting skills and learned the advantages of others to form his own fighting style. He created a set of fighting skills that was most suitable for him.
Most of the boxers' martial arts were good at one-on-one fights. They defeated stronger opponents with delicate moves. However, many of the skills, such as combo attacks, grappling, unloading, and so on, were not suitable for Chen Mo. Moreover, the killing efficiency was low, and they could not kill a large number of enemies quickly.
Chen Mo's physical strength was much stronger than ordinary people. Most of the time, he did not need too many skills. He was simple and direct, and the martial arts on the battlefield were more suitable for him.
However, Chen Mo still learned a lot of things from the boxers, such as attacking the vital parts of a person's body, attacking, exerting force, dodging, and moving quickly. These were all very useful techniques for him at the moment.
Chen Mo abandoned some complicated and delicate moves and simplified them. His moves were swift and fierce, and he attacked the vital parts directly. With Chen Mo's great strength and extraordinary speed, the power was amazing when he performed them.
After his set of fighting skills was basically mature, Chen Mo also learned some fighting skills, such as grappling, grappling, unloading, and so on, that he had temporarily abandoned.
Although Chen Mo's physical strength was unrivaled in this world, and he basically did not need these skills, there was no guarantee that he would meet stronger opponents in the future. It was not suitable to blindly advance.
Moreover, the constant learning and practice with the boxers allowed Chen Mo to calmly deal with enemies who were good at fighting skills. He would not be defeated by them.
That night, Chen Mo did not continue training after dinner. Instead, he returned to the study on the third floor.
Picking up a document on the desk, Chen Mo lowered his head and looked at it. This was the information on Steve Rogers that Chen Mo had sent people to investigate. It included his file, resume, family and friends, recent experiences, and the places he usually frequented. It was all recorded in detail in the information.
Steve Rogers was born in Brooklyn, New York on July 4, 1918. His father was a soldier in the 107th Infantry Regiment. He died of mustard gas in World War I, and his mother was a nurse in a tuberculosis ward. Unfortunately, she was infected and passed away in 1926.
After his mother died, Rogers moved into an orphanage, where he made his only friend, James Barnes.
After reaching adulthood, Rogers left the orphanage and became an ordinary worker. He was kind and upright, but his thin body was often bullied. In the face of bullying, Rogers never bowed his head and always fought back bravely. Although he was beaten up every time, he still insisted on himself and never ran away.
Closing the information, Chen Mo leaned on the chair and recalled some of the information mentioned in the information. He compared it with the movie plot in his memory.
At this time, the door of the study was gently knocked. "Come in, Eddie." Other than himself, there was only Old Eddie on the third floor.
The door was slowly pushed open. Old Albert walked in with a tray and poured a cup of coffee for Chen Mo.
The mellow coffee aroma lingered on the tip of Chen Mo's nose, making him feel relaxed. He took a sip and felt that the aroma was mellow, and the texture was smooth and delicate.
"Thank you, Eddie. The coffee is good." Chen Mo praised sincerely.
"It's my pleasure." Chen Mo's praise made Old Eddie very satisfied. He bowed slightly and left the study.
Chen Mo shook his head helplessly. Ever since he became a butler, Old Albert took out the manners of the aristocrats. He was meticulous in etiquette, which made Chen Mo somewhat unaccustomed.
At first, he even used an iron to iron the newspaper every morning and then gave it to Chen Mo to read. Finally, he stopped after Chen Mo persuaded him.
Steve was working in a factory in Brooklyn. Several bullies in the factory often bullied him. Steve, who never admitted defeat, was often injured.
The factory was not far from the martial arts center. Every morning and evening, he would pass by the martial arts center. Every time he passed by, he would curiously raise his head and look at the large China martial arts center.
He did not recognize the Chinese characters on the plaque. He heard that it was a martial arts center, but he did not have the money to learn it.
This martial arts center was a very mysterious place in Steve's eyes.
Once, he happened to see a lean Asian man being robbed by two strong white men. His body was not strong, but his movements were fierce and fast.
Steve was about to go forward to help, but before he could run two steps, the two white men had already been knocked to the ground by him.
A few days later, he met this mysterious Asian man again. At that time, he was coming out of the martial arts center.
This added another layer of mystery to the martial arts center, and Steve could not help but be more curious about it.
That night, Steve passed by the martial arts center again after work. Today, the martial arts center seemed a bit different. A strange atmosphere shrouded the place, and Steve could not help but slow down.
In the martial arts center, Chen Mo sat on the sofa and drank coffee. Old Butler Albert was still standing on the side in his well-ironed suit, and four boxers were quietly standing by the side.
"Finally, I can't help it. It's a few days later than I expected." Chen Mo put down his cup and looked through the window at the shadows of the alley across the street. There, many malicious gazes were shining in the darkness.
"Master, it's' Mad Dog 'Johnny's men. The two guys I taught a lesson last time are also here," the lean Huang Quan said.
"I gave them a way out, and they couldn't wait to jump out. A bunch of idiots blinded by greed. Ah Quan, go open the door." Chen Mo smiled disdainfully.
Chen Mo had already noticed that there were people spying on them, and he beat them at their own game. He sent Huang Quan to alert the enemy, and at the same time, he deliberately put on a good show in front of Steve.
As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, there was a heavy knock on the door of the martial arts center. Huang Quan went forward and opened the door, and a dozen strong white men walked in one after another with clubs in their hands.
The crowd opened up a path, and a short and stout white man in a suit and a top hat slowly walked in with a crazed and arrogant look on his face. It was one of the mafia leaders in Brooklyn, 'Mad Dog' Johnny.
He scanned the crowd and found that there were only a few Asians who weren't very strong and an old white man. Johnny, who felt that he had the situation under control, walked to the sofa and prepared to sit down.
"Did I say you could sit?" Chen Mo, who had been sitting on the sofa with Enron the whole time, suddenly said.
Johnny's body froze. As a mafia leader, one of the people who controlled the order in Brooklyn, Johnny, who was used to being arrogant, felt that his dignity was being challenged. The angry Johnny glared fiercely at Chen Mo on the sofa.
"Kid, if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who's in charge here! Go! "
"As you wish." Chen Mo waved his hand, and Huang Quan and the other three went up against the mafia thugs wielding clubs.
Like a tiger in a flock of sheep, under the four people's swift and violent punches and kicks, none of the thugs were a match. The dozen thugs were all lying on the ground in a moment.
The scene suddenly quieted down, and only the thugs' painful groans could be heard. Johnny's expression became even worse.
"Who do you think is in charge here?" Chen Mo looked into Johnny's eyes and asked in a low voice.
"Haha! Haha! China's Kung Fu is indeed powerful! Unfortunately, this is America! Here, we use it to decide who! Say! Yes! Yes! " Johnny's expression suddenly changed, and he laughed as he took out a gun and pointed it at Chen Mo.
Among the thugs lying on the ground, a few of them also took out their guns and pointed it at Huang Quan and the other three, and slowly stood up.