Chen Yang sized up the area for a while before lighting up a cigarette and heading towards the gate of the Songtao Karate Dojo.
After rounding a corner wall, what entered Chen Yang's view was a large, squarely arranged courtyard.
There were about twenty students, dressed in shorts and bare-chested.
All of them were holding short sticks, continuously tapping them on their bodies.
However, combined with their bulging muscles, it still exuded a fierce and savage aura.
Upon seeing Chen Yang enter, a short man immediately approached and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here at our dojo?"
This guy's accent was quite weird, similar to that often heard in black and white movies from the 70s and 80s.
Looking again at his narrow eyes, broad face, and his legs as short as carrots,
Chen Yang immediately judged that this guy was a real Fusang person.
