Fang Han returned to New York and did not have to go to the police station to work, so he went directly to the F-force building.

When he arrived at the building at nine o'clock, everyone was already at work, and the fighting training class was late, and the class would take one hour after dinner.

As soon as he entered the building, he felt everyone's eyes strangely staring at him. When he looked over, they hurriedly moved away and did not look at him.

Fang Han touched his face and came to the mirror to take a look. He was still the same ordinary face, nothing strange. He immediately understood that it was the function of that video.

He came to the underground training hall, and all the players arrived. The instructors of the F-superior were Fang Han.

Fang Han stood in front of them, looked at them for a few times and nodded: "It's in good condition!"

"Instructor, is that video real?" asked the big black Stephen with a smile.

"It's true." Fang Han said.

Stephen hurriedly said, "Can the instructor teach us?"

Fang Han tilted his head and looked at them: "Do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

"Yes." Everyone nodded together.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Sword Technique has no practical value. You can't carry a sword all day long, let's forget it."

"Instructor, we can't use swords, we can use daggers!" Stephen said hurriedly.

Fang Han shook his head and said, "Forget it, you are not suitable for practicing swordsmanship."

Everyone suddenly showed helpless expressions.

Stephen said: "The instructor doesn't want to teach us anymore."

Fang Han said: "Actually, swordsmanship and fist techniques are no different. For you, moves are secondary. The key is speed."

He came to the sandbag and instantly punched more than twenty punches. "Bang bang bang bang..." The sandbag kept vibrating, but did not move away.

Stephen and the others widened their eyes and saw Fang Han's fists turning into a shadow. They couldn't see clearly, there was only one shadow, which was incredibly fast.

After Fang Han stopped, he looked at everyone with a smile: "If you have such fist speed, who can block your fists?"

Everyone nodded slowly.

Fang Han said: "What I teach you now is to improve your physical fitness, stimulate your potential, and then reach this speed."

"Instructor, can we be as fast as you?"

"No." Fang Han shook his head: "You will never reach my speed!"

Everyone shook their heads and sighed.

Fang Han said: "You can't be as fast as me, but you can be faster than ordinary people. This is enough for you. Isn't it?"

Stephen smiled and said, "The instructor is right. As long as you can pass others soon!... Instructor, how long does it take for us to meet the standards?"

"One month." Fang Han said: "If you practice seriously."

Someone whispered: "It's been so long..."

Fang Han snorted and said coldly: "This is already very fast! Okay. Stop talking, let's start!"

Everyone shouted "Yes" and started standing in a stance. They all looked like they were like that. Those who were able to hire fib were not mediocre and were the best among their peers. They were all good in their bodies and had developed motor nerves. They were better than ordinary people in their body. They learned stance skills very quickly.

Fang Han taught him only three times, and they had mastered the tricks and had different feelings when they could meet the standards.

They stood steadily, Fang Han walked around, correcting someone's posture from time to time. After half an hour, someone could not hold on.

A young brown-haired girl had her legs trembling and she was about to fall down at any time. She was sweating all over and her face turned red and drunk.

Fang Han walked forward and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

The brown-haired woman's body suddenly stopped trembling, and the redness on her face quickly faded and returned to her normal state. She glanced at Fang Han in surprise.

Just now, a heat flowed into the body and quickly flowed through it. Then the fatigue and discomfort of the body disappeared in an instant, as if I had taken a hot bath, but it felt so comfortable.

She knew Fang Han was powerful and had seen it. She only thought that he was strong in strength and had a fast speed, and there was nothing else.

This hot stream made her realize that her kung fu had exceeded her understanding.

Fang Han said in a warm voice: "The breath you feel is the energy in Kung Fu, and is condensed from the most essential power of the body."

While he was talking, he photographed all the team members. They all felt the flow of internal force, and the heat flow dispelled the discomfort in their bodies, so comfortable that they wanted to fall asleep.

They looked at Fang Han in surprise, incredible.

Fang Han said: "Your goal is to cultivate this energy, which will make you stronger, faster, and more durable!"

"When will we be able to practice?" Stephen asked.

Fang Han smiled: "It depends on your physical condition, both fast and slow. Don't worry. There is a Chinese proverb that comes naturally. Let it go naturally. It will appear naturally when it comes out, as long as there is enough time."

"Instructor, can we practice more?" Stephen said: "I don't feel tired after practicing at all, and I can practice again!"

Fang Han nodded and said, "Yes, as long as you don't exceed your limit, at present, you should not exceed four hours."

"No problem!" Stephen said.

Fang Han turned his head and stared at him: "Stephen, you'd better not exceed four hours!"

Stephen shouted: "Don't worry, instructor, I won't!"

Fang Han snorted and said no more. He saw through Stephen's thoughts, obviously he wanted to increase the amount and not listen to his advice.

He can only be honest and obedient if he is taught a lesson.

———

Fang Han trained for two hours and asked them to rest. Today's fighting class was over. During lunch, Fang Han found Ingret in the cafeteria.

She sat alone in the corner and lowered her head to eat. When Fang Han sat next to her, she looked up and frowned and glared. She stretched her eyebrows when she saw it was him.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Not welcome?"

"If I said yes, would you leave?"

"Won't."

"What nonsense?"

"You are really unfriendly." Fang Han shook his head helplessly and said, "Is there any big case?"

"No!" Ingret snorted: "The swordsmanship is good, it's such a colorful life!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "There is nothing to do with fellow disciples."

"Don't you not know about the Yamaguchi group in Japan, do you?" Ingret said coldly: "There are two Yamaguchi team senior executives at the competition, do you know?"

Fang Han frowned and said, "There are the top leaders of the Yamaguchi Group there?"

"It seems you don't know." Ingret frowned and said, "That's really bold!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "They dare not cause trouble for me, right?"

"He underestimated them too much!" Ingret snorted coldly: "There are no ten colleagues who have been folded into their hands, but eight!"

"Yamaguchi team is so rampant?" Fang Han said in surprise: "How dare you mess with fuck?"

"They didn't even care about it." Ingret said coldly: "Not mention us!... In short, be careful and don't be killed in a mess!"

Fang Han could hear that she disagreed with her and Ichiro Tani, and felt reckless, and was also worried about herself.

He looked at Ingret, she was burying her head in her meal, not wanting to talk anymore.

Fang Han didn't say much, and lowered his head to eat.

———

Fang Han has an office next to Ingret. He finished his fighting training class, sat back to his desk, and waited for the get off work time.

The sunset dyed the sky red, and the time for get off work was up. Fang Han was looking at a piece of information. There were many information in the database that outsiders could not see. Fang Han looked at it hungrily and enriched his knowledge.

When he woke up, all the people in the office were exposed. Only Ingret was left typing there, his hands were gentle and swift, and his movements were elegant, as if he was playing the piano.

When Fang Han turned his head to look at her, he suddenly felt that her figure was very lonely and had an inexplicable feeling of sadness. Fang Han was stunned.

Ingret always felt strong and rational. Except for her crazy under pressure that night, she showed the style of a high-IQ elite.

He thought for a while and walked over and knocked on Ingret's table.

Ingret looked up at him.

Fang Han said: "Do you have to work overtime?"

"It's going to be done soon." Ingret turned his gaze back to the monitor.

Fang Han nodded and turned off the computer and left.

After typing, Ingret twisted his neck, stretched his body long, then turned off the computer and left, and came to the underground parking lot.

She came to her car and was about to unlock it when a horn sound came from beside her.

She turned her head and glanced at her, Fang Han waved to herself in the car: "Come here, go have a drink!"

Ingret shook his head: "You'd better go back and accompany you Anne!"

Fang Han said: "Okay, then I'll take you back!"
To be continued...