December 19th.
Three days after Majima Goro went missing and Zheng Haokang held his instructional class.
Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
Along with the rhythmic sound of boxing gloves striking pads.
Two well-built fighters, one in red shorts and the other in blue, were trading attacks in a sparring drill on the boxing ring.
The red side's punches were fierce and forceful, pressing forward step by step. By now, his face was flushed red and his head was covered in sweat.
The blue side moved around nimbly, mainly harassing him with jabs, occasionally countering with a heavy fist, and still looked rather relaxed.
"Stop, stop, that's enough!"
Suddenly, the fighter in red raised a hand to signal and called out repeatedly.
Then he bent over, braced both hands on his knees, and gasped for breath in great gulps.
"A Cheng, if your stamina weren't so good, that rear hand swing fist of mine just now should've been able to knock you down."
The fighter in blue standing opposite him was none other than Fang Cheng, acting as the sparring partner.
He smiled faintly and said, "It's mainly because Brother Jie was holding back. If this were a real match, I wouldn't have been able to block your heavy fist to the face from the start."
Hearing this, Brother Jie nodded, seemingly feeling that what he said made plenty of sense.
In truth.
During the sparring, Fang Cheng had already tried his best to rein in his strength, lest he accidentally injure his employer.
The hour-long offensive and defensive drill had been stop-and-start, and at most, its intensity counted as a warm-up.
Of course, that was only for Fang Cheng personally.
As a professional fighter, Brother Jie's body clearly could not take it. He was already