"Hehe! Do I run fast? Just average, world number three!"
Having had her own speed discovered by Zhou Yun, who was in his arms, Lin Feng also subconsciously slowed down a bit, because Da Huang, the dog up ahead, had already sent a message, seeming to have found the new location of the black-hearted factory and was waiting outside for Lin Feng to come over.
"You call this slow? You're running this fast while carrying me; you're fast enough to win an Olympic champion. Are you really a martial artist? Do you know kung fu?" Zhou Yun's eyes shone brightly, Lin Feng was surrounded by so many mysteries, and each one fascinated her.
"The Olympics? I'm not interested. As for kung fu, it is the essence of our Huaxia Country's ancient heritage. In my physical education class, I learned a bit of Tai Chi, military boxing, and such..." Lin Feng chuckled.
