Huang Chui stepped down from the ring. Although Lu Feng's skills had shaken him, he couldn't help but say, "Xiaofeng, with moves like those, you should avoid fighting outside if you can. They're too dangerous."
"Brother Zhui, I understand," Lu Feng nodded. He went off to the side, found a punching bag, and started hitting it again.
The boxing gloves were proving to be a real hindrance, so he took them off and started striking the bag with his bare hands.
This time, there was none of that awkwardness. His movements were fluid, each strike slamming into the heavy bag, making it swing and shudder violently. It was a shocking sight to behold.
Before long, Lu Feng stopped, having had his fill.
Huang Chui handed him a sports energy drink. "Have a drink."
Lu Feng took the bottle, chugged a couple of mouthfuls, and asked, "Brother Zhui, is running a gym profitable?"
