章節 527: Chapter 527: The British Boy Who Admires Bruce Lee
"Mainly, it's the powerful Chinese in the UK. Those who lack strength will have their own local Chinese business associations organize the gala."
"Besides that, according to past practices, there will also be some politicians attending. The Chinese Chamber of Commerce needs to use this occasion to showcase its strength, which will be beneficial for future development."
Wu Hongyi explained in detail.
Xia Yu nodded in understanding. He knew well that showing strength to specific people could attract more attention, reduce political resistance, and even facilitate power and financial transactions, allowing one's business to expand like a balloon.
Xia Yu then inquired about the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in the UK and left afterward.
With nothing particular to do, Xia Yu decided to wander around, aimlessly walking to pass the time. Of course, it would be even better if he could find any opportunities.
Since Li Xi was exhausted from last night's activities with Xia Yu, she stayed at the estate and did not come out with him.
So in the morning, Xia Yu wandered alone while Li Wuming and others were dispersed around him, discreetly ensuring his safety.
As Xia Yu roamed the streets of London without any particular goal, he noticed that the crowd around him had significantly thinned.
At that moment, an unexpected event occurred.
From a small alley to Xia Yu's right, two burly men suddenly jumped out, grabbing an unguarded boy who was walking about five meters ahead of Xia Yu.
The black-haired boy was first startled, then began to struggle wildly, screaming for help.
The sudden occurrence took Xia Yu by surprise, but he instinctively rushed forward. Seeing this, Li Wuming and the others quickly moved into action and emerged from around him.
Xia Yu kicked one of the burly men in the back. The man, unprepared, was knocked down by the kick.
Seeing this, the other accomplice became alert, drawing a knife from his pocket.
Meanwhile, there were more accomplices in the alley, with three more burly men rushing out.
The boy, who was initially thrilled to see Xia Yu's sudden appearance, turned pale when he saw the glinting knife.
At this moment, the burly man who had been kicked down quickly got up, despite the pain, and threw a punch at Xia Yu.
Xia Yu, having sparred with Li Wuming and Yan Shining regularly, had some fighting experience. Coupled with his martial arts training, he was confident and calm in the face of the attack.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Xia Yu dodged, then struck and kicked rapidly, hitting the burly man three times and knocking him down again.
The other three men rushed over.
The remaining robber held the knife to the boy's neck, continuously retreating into the alley.
But at this moment, Li Wuming and the others arrived.
Li Wuming took out a steel ball and shot it. The robber who was threatening the boy with a knife screamed in pain, and the knife fell.
Seizing the opportunity, Li Wuming rushed forward, grabbing the robber's wrist and twisting it.
"Crack…"
"Aah…"
The sound of a bone breaking accompanied the robber's piercing scream.
Li Wuming then took the chance to rescue the boy and charged at the other robbers with the ferocity of a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
The other bodyguards quickly surrounded Xia Yu.
"Bang! Bang! Bang…"
The scene became Li Wuming's solo performance. In less than ten seconds, all five burly men were knocked down, unable to get up, and were groaning on the ground with their injuries.
"Wow, Chinese kung fu!"
At this point, Li Wuming returned to Xia Yu's side with a stern face. The British boy he had rescued also came back to his senses, though still pale, he seemed fascinated. His eyes darted between the robbers on the ground and Li Wuming, especially showing admiration when looking at Li Wuming.
Seeing this, Xia Yu found it amusing and looked at the rescued British boy.
The boy appeared to be in his teens, with black curly hair, dressed in very expensive clothes. He wore a Swiss watch encrusted with gems and exuded a distinct aura, clearly the child of a wealthy family.
At this moment, the black-haired British boy looked at Li Wuming with burning eyes and asked in English, "Hello, sir. Are you using Chinese kung fu?"
Li Wuming, with a cold expression, did not respond to the black-haired boy's question.
Seeing this, the boy was disappointed and turned to Xia Yu, saying, "Sir, thank you for your help. May I ask if you were using Chinese kung fu? Like Bruce Lee's? Do you know him?"
Xia Yu smiled, surprised to find that this British boy was a fan of Bruce Lee.
"Hi, boy, shouldn't you be more concerned about your safety now? Do you need to call the police?"
The black-haired boy felt a bit embarrassed, his face regaining some color. He glanced around and noticed that many people had gathered, so he said to Xia Yu, "I think someone must have already called the police."
"If I hadn't shaken off my bodyguards, I wouldn't have been in danger."
The black-haired boy muttered, sounding somewhat regretful.
"Oh right, sir, you still haven't told me if you know Chinese kung fu. I'm a big fan of Bruce Lee; his kung fu is amazing!"
"Ah, fighting!"
The black-haired boy said with stars in his eyes, mimicking Bruce Lee's classic moves and shouting in Mandarin with a noticeable London accent.
Xia Yu laughed and replied, "The Bruce Lee you mentioned and I come from the same place. We use a form of Chinese kung fu, but it's different from Bruce Lee's."
"Wow, it really is Chinese kung fu! No wonder it's so powerful. You took down five men so quickly, and they still can't get up!"
The black-haired boy was thrilled by Xia Yu's words. He looked at the five robbers on the ground, still struggling and unable to rise, and then gazed at Li Wuming with adoration.
"Sir, can I learn Chinese kung fu from you? Be my teacher, and I'll pay you a thousand pounds a week. If that's not enough, I can increase it!"
The black-haired boy looked at Li Wuming with intense anticipation in his eyes.
Li Wuming glanced at the boy, then turned his attention back to observing the surroundings with a cold face.
Seeing that the boy was still trying to entice his bodyguard, Xia Yu couldn't help but laugh. However, he wasn't angry. After all, the boy was just a child, likely unaware of social nuances and thinking money could solve problems.
"Alright, boy, are you going to head home now or wait for the police to handle the situation?"
Xia Yu interrupted the boy's questioning.
"I…"
Just as the black-haired boy was about to answer, a pleasant female voice sounded.
"Henry, who allowed you to run off? Do you know how worried your sister was about you!"
Xia Yu looked towards the voice and was surprised to see a familiar face.
It was Elena, whom he had seen before.
He didn't expect that the black-haired boy was Elena's brother. This was becoming interesting.
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