He did not get sick when he competed with Ip Man, but... having asthma in his body restricted his daily training, boxing intensity, etc.

Long-term standardized treatment can allow asthma patients to control their condition and have normal mobility, but that is for ordinary people. For top boxers like Hong Zhennan, is the normal mobility of ordinary people? It is a burden to him.

This is after taking the pills sent by Yan Tong last time. No matter how special training, competition, or how good Lao Hong is, he has no tendency to get sick at all. He will no longer be depressed. When he can burst out with all his potential strength, he will be even younger.

He is 60 years old this year, but his strength is still explosive. He beat Ip Man and he had to admit defeat. Even if he lost one or two points, he would lose.

Under Lao Hong's laughter, Zheng Weiji quickly ran over to hand over the towel and bucket, "Master, the Huayang boxing match will begin in three days, you should be more at ease."

“Although…”

That Zhao Sheng was the leader, and wanted to hold a boxing match openly and fairly, and did not put any pressure on Hong Zhennan. It seemed that it didn't matter whether Lao Hong won or lost? But Zheng Weiji didn't think so.

Just because during the last competition, the referee in the ring blew the black whistle and the side whistle, they were captured by Zhao Sheng and broken their legs. The tornado was locked up and beaten.

Wallace, the general inspector who used to bully them, was dead.

Zhao Sheng didn't say it clearly, and Zheng Weiji still felt that once his master lost in this boxing match... the fun might be big.

The consequence is probably that their entire Hongquan lineage cannot afford it.

Under his worried words, Hong Zhennan waved his hand with a domineering look on his face, "Don't worry, as long as I am in my current state and don't get sick, no matter what tornado, hurricane or typhoon, I will kill the other one, and I will never be afraid."

The 60-year-old boxer can still have the strength he has today and has always been the president of the Hong Kong Island Martial Arts Association. Lao Hong really has this confidence.

It was under such circumstances that a group of figures suddenly walked in under the guidance of Inspector Chang Feibo of Mong Kok. They were all ghosts carrying cameras and cameras.

Hong Zhennan looked at Fei Bo in confusion, and Fei Bo ran over and said, "Brother Nan, these reporters invited by the tornado from London are all from the BBC. They have also begun to promote this Chinese boxing match. The tornado is still famous in Europa."

"Isn't this a few days left to start the game? They want to give you an exclusive interview before the game."

Old Hong thought for a while and said curiously, "Did Zhao Sheng allow it?"

Fei Bo nodded, "I asked, I have no objection over there, and I think after the vigorous publicity, as long as you can win the tornado, this is a good thing that will make me popular with the Chinese limelight and ambition."

"By the way, the next door Haojiang has opened. The odds of winning are one to one, and the tornado will win one to three. In our Liangjiang area, Master Hong, your reputation is still very good, but I heard that many ghosts have invested a lot of money and won the tornado."

Hong Zhennan laughed, "Okay, as long as Zhao Sheng allows, I will accept this interview."

Haojiang bets on the odds he won at the opening, one to one? Haojiang still seems to have some insight.

Lao Hong was happily interviewed. As soon as he was posing, a group of reporters handed the microphone to him, and there were various cameras. The cameras flashed. A reporter excitedly said, "Old sir, you are so fat. Who gave you the courage to challenge the boxing champion Tornado Telle?"

"Do you want to die in the ring and blackmail the tornado and kill people? Haha~"

"Can I give you an exclusive interview before you die?"
Chapter completed!