Chapter 311 - There is Something to this Task (1/2)
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Meng Fan sat down heavily, breathing hard. Wu Ji, who had “lay around to win,” used the chance to recover; he was able to sit back up. The man’s mood didn’t seem to be affected by the chaos earlier and was actually upbeat.
Wu Ji patted Meng Fan’s shoulders and chuckled. “When Tongtong wanted you to find me, she wanted me to protect you. Well, today, you actually protected me!”
Wu Ji heard about the attempted hijacking in Singapore. At first, he didn’t associate it with Meng Fan. When Wu Tong called him, he realized Meng Fan was going from Singapore to Japan. Hearing Wu Tong’s worry, he put two and two together and instantly understood.
He slammed the table and said, “You’re a real man! You’ll be good for Tongtong. I can give her away to you!”
The title, “real man,” may be for Meng Fan’s action during the hijacking, or maybe because Meng Fan had protected his future brother-in-law.
“Please.”
Meng Fan removed Wu Ji’s hand. He chuckled. “First of all, Tongtong is not yours to give away. I pursued her on my own. Second, regardless of what you say, Tongtong is my girlfriend!”
“Why don’t you get it? Fine. No matter what, today, I have to thank you!”
Wu Ji breathed in deeply and stood up. The smile on his face was now frosty. He walked toward the group of people who came in and went up to one of the organizers of the MMA training camp. This organizer also worked at the ONE-FC event in Singapore. Wu Ji asked in a cold voice, “Mr. Lin, I need an explanation!”
Lin Jundao, who looked angry at the chaotic scene, seemed stunned by Wu Ji, who confronted him first. He thought to himself, “I don’t even know what happened, how do I give you an explanation?”
Lin Jundao didn’t want to act up with Wu Ji, so he said seriously, “Ah-Ji, why don’t you take a break. Let me find out what has happened.”
He patted Wu Ji’s shoulder and then walked forward one step. He yelled at every fighter, whether they were on the floor, sitting, or standing. “Everyone, go stand with your team leader! Right now!”
Lin Jundao was senior level at ONE-FC and an organizer at this training camp. He was both an official and a representative of the investors, so no one present dared to defy him.
Although… There were a few fighters who fainted on the floor. They needed medical attention right away. If not at the hospital, then at the medical room here.
During this whole process, Lin Jundao couldn’t help looking at Meng Fan, who sat among the Chinese fighters. He didn’t know what happened exactly, but he had seen Meng Fan throw three people to the floor in the short while since he came in.
He knew the Chinese MMA fighters pretty well, but he couldn’t think of anyone this strong!
When everyone had sorted themselves and stood with their group, Lin Jundao stopped looking at Meng Fan and announced, “No one needs to say anything. Now, all the team leaders, take your team back to your hotel and stay there. I’ll investigate the events with surveillance footage.”
“Group fighting? You are something else. Before I finish my investigation, no one better even think of getting away from any discipline. If there’s any violations, forget it! Before I find out what happened, if any of you dared to do anything on your own, I can tell you right now that’ll be the end of your career!”
The people who didn’t understand — after hearing their team leader or teammate’s translation — looked grim, too. No one thought Lin Jundao was merely threatening. The man would keep his word.
This warning was not only for ONE-FC, it covered other MMA events in Asia and events across the world, too. It applied even if you wanted to switch disciplines.
As the teams started leaving the arena, Meng Fan stood up and left with Wu Ji and others. They left relatively early. The other teams watched Meng Fan as if they were looking at a monster.
Meng Fan’s body type was definitely a heavyweight among fighters or at least a light heavyweight. How could someone this big be this limber?
He caught everyone he tried to snatch. His snatch rate was probably second to none in the entire Asian fighting scene!
His throw-down techniques — to anyone who had seen the entire process — were also flawless. They could be described as perfect.
As for strength, it wasn’t unusual for someone at this level to be so strong.
He was at such a high level, was limber, and had great endurance!
What an anomaly!
When did China create such amazing creatures?
There had always been very few heavyweight fighters from China. Those who had advanced had almost always been lower leveled, mostly flyweight to featherweight. Even lightweight to welterweight was rare. The only middleweight fighter in the last few years was Wu Ji. Any higher-level Chinese fighter had been rare.
With so few fighters among the breakouts, it was unlikely for them to be famous.
Because of this, everyone became more upset and confused. How come they’ve never heard of someone like this?
“I think I know where he’s from!”
One of the fighters in the South Korean team, who ran off as Meng Fan charged him, shouted. His eyes lit up as he remembered this was the Chinese guy who beat Park Jae Hye.
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“Your hands…”