The club was planned to have several sections in total. Only the martial arts section had been completed; the rest were still under construction.
It was clear that Xiayin was serious this time and was ready to put in the work.
Lin Sheng soon found Russell and Xiayin in the finance office, chatting and bragging.
Russell wore a pure black instructor's uniform that showed off his strong muscles perfectly.
He had already been pretty capable, and after training with Lin Sheng for so long, his practical fighting ability had improved by at least several times compared to when they first met.
"Master Lin's here! Quick, quick, quick! Someone's come to challenge us today! They even sent a formal challenge! Heh heh, this is the perfect chance to show you what I can do. You weren't here for the last few!"
Russell picked up the black invitation on the desk, looking very pleased with himself.
"A challenge? Are they looking for me or you?" Lin Sheng walked over and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the nut dish on the desk, cracking them open.
"Me! It's a shooting match!" Russell thumped his chest and grinned fiercely. "Don't worry, Master Lin. I won't let the Iron Fist Society down!"
"The Iron Fist Society? What's that?" Lin Sheng was speechless. It was a perfectly good club. Could they stop randomly changing its name?
"If you say that out loud, people will think we're running some kind of illegal gang."
"It just rolls off the tongue," Russell said with a grin. "Besides, lots of people have been coming around to cause trouble these past few days. Most of them aren't much good. I handled them myself."
"Call me if you run into someone tough." Lin Sheng nodded, though he couldn't help thinking back