Zhang Yang Jumps from the Car

The other man, who was past fifty, stood there lost in thought, too stunned to speak. The young man not far away was formidable. He had spent a great deal of time and money recruiting those twelve experts in Kyoto, yet Zhang Yang had defeated them all in the blink of an eye.

"Can you tell me now?"

All twelve were at least Martial Arts Masters. Zhang Yang's beating had left them with no serious injuries, but getting back up was still a struggle.

"Uh..."

One of the men hesitated.

"I'll tell you."

A deep voice sounded behind Zhang Yang. He straightened abruptly, turned, and studied the speaker with a frown.

"Hmm..." Zhang Yang's brow furrowed. The man blowing smoke rings looked familiar. More shocking still, Zhang Daoru stood beside him.

"Brother, are you all right?"

Zhang Daoru gave an awkward smile and hurried over to look Zhang Yang up and down.

The man with the deep voice waved a hand. The twelve men on the ground got up and hurried out of the park.

Zhang Yang ignored Zhang Daoru and studied the other man instead. He was around fifty, with a kindly face, bright eyes, and sharply defined features.

Without thinking, Zhang Yang raised a hand to touch his own face, utterly puzzled.

"Brother, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Zhang Hong."

"Mr. Zhang, this is my brother, Zhang Yang."

Zhang Yang and Zhang Hong stared at each other in silence. Astonishment showed in both their eyes. Looking at each other was like looking into a mirror.

"Zhang Yang, where's your mother?"

Zhang Hong finished studying him, nodded with evident satisfaction, then asked his question.

"My mother?"

Zhang Yang was baffled. Was that supposed to be a greeting?

"Mr. Zhang, this isn't the place to talk. Let's go