Ip Man wiped the blood from his mouth and looked at A Ping deeply: "Mr. A Ping, I lost. But this is not because Wing Chun is not as good as yours, but because I didn't practice Wing Chun to the home!"

"Needless to say, Master Wing Chun is well-known. Master Ye is already the best person I have ever seen, but it's a pity that you are not my opponent..."

Aping still smiled and nodded, "I hope your junior brother Zhou Wenqiang won't disappoint me. Tell him for me that I will come back tomorrow at this time. If he doesn't come or loses to me, I will take off Wing Chun's sign and slap the pot in the street!"

......

"Hey, my dear boss, I have completed your mission. I will fax you the information about Aping now."

"Please, don't look for me for such a simple task in the future? I'm James Bond, the former Agent No. 007! In your Chinese words, this is... I use a slaughter knife to kill a chicken!"

Ten hours later, Zhou Wenqiang received a thick stack of information about Aping, and he didn't know how Bond did it, and there was information about the blind man.

"Peace Hotel? Aping? Blind?"

After carefully reading the information, a smile slowly flowed out from Zhou Wenqiang's face.

Aping was not dead, and he was also very happy. If even this "love saint" with the most affectionate nature died, it would make people suspect that there should not be true love in this world!
Chapter completed!