They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Jiang Han looked in the direction he was pointing.

Old Zheng was probably in his early forties, with a buzz cut and an old scar on his left eyebrow.

He is correcting the young team members' punching angles.

"Don't shift your weight too far forward when you throw a punch. If you can't pull your weight back after throwing a punch, you're dead."

Zhou Zhengguo turned towards Jianghan.

"Director Xia mentioned your needs to me."

"We can provide close protection, 24-hour shifts, and handle all kinds of emergencies."

"But Mr. Jiang, I'm a straightforward person. Fengxing was built by me and these brothers. I need to know why you're buying it."

"Because my people are being threatened." Jiang Han looked at him.

"As a man, can you allow your family to be threatened?"

Zhou Zhengguo frowned as he listened.

Jiang Han continued, "That's why I'm making the acquisition; it's not a temporary hiring arrangement."

"What I need is a long-term, stable support."

"You don't need to change your people, the management structure doesn't need to be altered, and you still have the final say in daily operations."

"But from today onwards, all of Fengxing's resources will serve only me and will not be used for other clients."

After in-depth communication, the two parties signed an acquisition agreement.

The total cost was 2000 million, which Jiang Han thought was quite cheap.

After finishing the formalities, Zhou Zhengguo stood at the edge of the training field and gestured with his chin toward Jiang Han.

"President Jiang, I've noticed you've been staring at the fighting area. Would you like to go up and experience it for yourself?"

Before Jiang Han could speak, Xia Guodong had already taken a step forward.

"Old Zhou! Mr. Jiang is a cultured man, an artist, how could he know anything about wielding weapons? Don't spout nonsense!"

Zhou Zhengguo chuckled.

"Director Xia, I noticed that President Jiang's eyes were constantly following Lao Zheng's movements."

"I've seen that look before; it's from someone who's obsessed with details. He might be just as capable."

Before Xia Guodong could say anything more, Jiang Han patted him on the shoulder.

"Director Xia, it's alright. This is a rare opportunity, so let's give it a try."

Xia Guodong panicked: "Mr. Jiang, Lao Zheng is a professional combat sports coach! What if you get injured training with him?"

"It's alright, professionals know what they're doing."

Zhou Zhengguo laughed out loud and shouted towards the fighting area, "Old Zheng! Come here!"

Old Zheng handed the punching bag to the young teammate next to him and strode over.

Zhou Zhengguo pointed at Jiang Han: "President Jiang wants to spar with you, but don't really fight, just touch him down."

Old Zheng looked at Jiang Han, his gaze sweeping over him from top to bottom.

"Has General Jiang trained before?"

"I've never trained before." Jiang Han took off his jacket and draped it over the equipment rack next to him.

"Let's slow down a bit. You throw the first punch, and I'll catch it."

The two stood in the center of the fighting area.

The training sounds gradually subsided, and a dozen or so team members gathered around the edge of the field.

Old Zheng adopted a standard defensive stance, lowering his center of gravity and protecting his chest with both hands.

Jiang Han imitated his pose, though it wasn't quite right.

Old Zheng nodded slightly, and then threw a straight punch.

The speed was not fast, and the force was clearly being held back; it was a training move.

Jiang Han's body moved on its own in that instant.

The muscles reacted on their own without being directed by the brain.

He dodged the punch to the side, and his left hand instinctively grabbed Lao Zheng's wrist and twisted it to the outside.

At the same time, he slid his right foot forward half a step and wedged it between Lao Zheng's legs.

He shifted his weight, pressing his shoulder against Lao Zheng's chest, and pulled him along with it.

The entire movement was fluid and took less than a second.

boom!

Old Zheng fell backward onto the anti-fall mat.

The training ground was silent for about two seconds.

Old Zheng lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

The teacup in Zhou Zhengguo's hand stopped in mid-air.

Xia Guodong opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Among the group of team members watching from the sidelines, someone whispered, "Holy crap."

Jiang Han himself was stunned.

He looked down at his hands, then at Old Zheng lying on the ground.

He had never practiced any martial arts in his life, and even his military boxing during university training was crooked and clumsy.

How did you perform that set of movements? When did you practice it? Why were you able to execute it so smoothly?

He had absolutely no idea.

Old Zheng got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and looked at Jiang Han with a completely different expression.

"President Jiang, you're saying you've never practiced?"

"I've never practiced it."

"That side-step wrist lock and takedown move just now was a standard military grappling technique."

"It took me three years to reach this speed, and you did it in one go."

Jiang Han looked down at his hands; others might not know, but he knew it in his heart.

Aside from sexual activity, he did almost no physical labor in his entire life.

The only explanation is that thing, the system.

The system enhanced my body on the first day of the binding process, and the description at the time was so simple that it only contained a few words.

"Unlimited, oh oh oh oh."

He had always thought it was just an improvement in kidney function, but now it seems it's probably not that simple.

Oh ho ho ho is just the most superficial effect.

True enhancement means that the body is completely transformed, inside and out.

Muscle reaction speed, nerve conduction efficiency, cerebellum balance ability, and adrenaline and dopamine secretion thresholds.

All combat-related functions have been elevated to a level that ordinary people cannot reach.

When the system initially said "unlimited, oh ho ho ho," he thought it only meant "unlimited in bed."

It turns out the system didn't provide an enhancement to X ability.

Enhanced physical fitness, accelerated reaction time, and immediate metabolism of muscle memory.

These things could keep Shen Qingning groaning all night long in bed.

He could make the same instinctive reaction in the fighting arena as before.

Tell me, what man in this world can make a woman have no limits? Oh my god.

He knows now.

Good heavens, what kind of monster has Shen Qingning been fighting all along?

Old Zheng dusted off his hands and gave Jiang Han a thumbs up.

"President Jiang, if you had been half a second later when you grabbed my wrist, I would have been able to break free. But you positioned yourself perfectly, and I didn't have time."

Jiang Han snapped out of his daze, looked at his hands, and then at Lao Zheng.

The other team members were still whispering among themselves in the training field, and some of them started imitating his sideways movement.

Zhou Zhengguo walked over to Xia Guodong with a teacup in his hand.

"Old Xia, you call this a cultured person?"

Xia Guodong swallowed hard, his lips twitching several times before he finally managed to utter a single sentence.

"Mr. Jiang, I don't know you very well yet."

Jiang Han couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zhou Zhengguo laughed beside him and patted Xia Guodong on the shoulder.

"Old Xia, your client is no ordinary person."

Old Zheng stretched his shoulders a few times and walked up to Jiang Han.

"President Jiang, please come more often when you have time."

Zhou Zhengguo had someone bring over two bottles of mineral water and handed one to Jiang Han.

"The acquisition will proceed as previously discussed."

He unscrewed the bottle cap, his tone more serious than before.

"From today onwards, Fengxing will serve Mr. Jiang exclusively."