บท 148: Chapter 112: Scamming_1

The pounding sound was incessant. When Gao Guang arrived at the gym, he saw Mike furiously pounding a punching bag.

There were quite a few people practicing fighting, and since the gym was public, whenever Mike started practicing his basics, there would always be timely exclamations of awe.

"Wow, that's fast."

"This guy is practically a beast."

Two middle-aged men were muttering something to each other, while Mike's coach, a similarly burly black man, shouted beside him, "Footwork! Footwork! Watch your footwork!"

There were no particularly dazzling or applause-worthy scenes, but the physical qualities demonstrated by Mike were enough to strike fear into the hearts of most people who came here to train.