"Will, I think you've more or less figured out your origins. Similar blood runs through our veins, and now you're actually angry with me over a dog?"
Thomas Wayne seemed to be trying to persuade him, but his tone was full of provocation.
His actions made that clear too: he tossed aside his clothes and took a fighting stance, balancing on his forefeet with both fists raised high.
It was a Muay Thai guard. The belligerent fellow had been ready for a fight all along.
"I agree with you, but if you've never heard the saying, 'Don't touch John Wick's dog,' then I'll teach you a similar lesson today." Qin Wei undid the first button of his shirt and slowly rolled up his sleeves, exposing his sturdy, bruised forearms.
The moment he assumed an English boxing stance, the whole room filled with tension.
Keeping their guards up, the two moved toward the open space in the middle of the reception room.
Just before they stepped onto the pattern at the center of the carpet, Thomas Wayne struck first.
Qin Wei bent his arm to block a short, swift high jab.
Bang! The collision of muscle and bone reverberated through the room like a war drum, driving both men's fighting spirit to its peak.
Qin Wei immediately returned the favor, but Thomas Wayne twisted his hips to evade his low sweeping kick.
After that brief exchange, both had a rough measure of the other's strength and speed.
"What an extraordinary miracle. Hugo Strange modified your brain, giving you learning and memory abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. But muscle memory can't simply accumulate. Compared with the last time I saw you, your fighting skills have made a qualitative leap.
"Have you spent every night of the past six months fighting