Now the banquet hasn't started yet. Everyone is wandering around. Looking at the scene in ye family’s garden, Allen Peterson and Wu Zixia are wandering around, trying to find the trace of Zhuang Chengren.
Allen Peterson sees a small challenge arena, standing around the onlookers, while Zhuang Chengren is standing on it.
On the other side of him, there was a white strong young man with two boxing gloves in his hand: "Zhuang Chengren, I haven't seen you for such a long time. It't better to let my cousin see if you have made progress!"
Zhuang Chengren kept swallowing his saliva and looked nervous. The last thing he wanted to come was the Ye family, because he couldn't escape a severe beating every year when he came here.
Allen Peterson frowned and looked at Zhuang Chengren's Kung Fu on the stage. He knew it. Although he was much better than ordinary people, it was all practiced in street fighting.