When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes.

"How old are you, why are you still acting like a child?"

After saying that, he looked him up and down, and then continued: "I just take advantage of this opportunity today. Let's try our best."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, his face changed with fright and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"No... no, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach today. I'd better wait for another day."

"Look at your little potential, you're such a coward." Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

"Hehe, I'm not stupid."

Sun Zhaocai smiled and said: "I can see it. You just want to find an opportunity to beat me up. How could I still hit the muzzle of the gun?"

"Yes, yes, you are very smart."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said quietly: "If I want to beat you up, I don't need a reason."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he shrank his neck in fright.

"You...the name is not justified and it is disrespectful to your identity."

When Yang Jun heard this, he sneered and said, "You've made some progress, you've actually learned how to flatter me."

"Hey, if I don't make any progress, all these years of beatings will be in vain."

Yang Jun glared at him, and then continued: "Don't talk so much."

"I'm going back first. Just keep an eye on this place. The people sent by my elder brother will come over later. Please cooperate."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he patted his chest and said, "Uncle Yang, don't worry, I will treat them well."

Yang Jun nodded after hearing this.

Then he left the practice room with his hands behind his back.

He first lay on the fishing platform for a while. Seeing that the fish never took the bait, he sighed and then returned to the backyard.

When I came to the backyard, I heard a lot of moaning.

Yang Qingxiang and the others were coaxing their children.

The children didn't want to go to the practice room, so they used all kinds of tricks, such as throwing tricks and rolling around. Yang Qingxiang and the others were comforting the children.

Although they are not happy for their children to receive systematic martial arts training, they know that this is Yang Jun's opinion and must be followed.

Since they couldn't change their fate of accepting martial arts training, they could only advise the children to adapt.

Yang Chengdao learned from the past and they don’t want their children to become like that.

As soon as Yang Jun appeared at the door of the living room, the children immediately stopped crying.

A group of children looked at Yang Jun with tears in their eyes, looking like they had been wronged.

Yang Jun held a cigarette in his mouth, sat down at the main seat with his hands behind his back, and sat there as if nothing happened.

Seeing this, Meng Wenya quickly stepped forward and poured him a cup of tea.

"Lao Yang, are you done with the front yard?"

Seeing her fawning look, Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

"Don't run out of things to say. I advise you to be more sensible. You should know what you should say and what should not be said."

Meng Wenya heard this and smiled apologetically: "Of course, I have always supported you."

"I strongly agree with children practicing martial arts. It can not only strengthen the body but also exercise one's will. Why should I oppose it?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes.

"Humph, I guess you are sensible."

Meng Wenya saw this and sat next to Yang Jun with a smile.

He took Yang Jun's hand and said: "Old Yang, you know that I have always supported you and listened to your words the most, but..."

She carefully observed Yang Jun's face and saw that there was no change in Yang Jun's face. Then she bravely continued: "Old Yang, you see that the child is still young now, less than four years old. Isn't it a little early to start practicing martial arts? I

I’m afraid that their early martial arts practice will affect their physical development.”

When Yang Jun heard this, he blew out a puff of smoke.

He turned his head and looked at him with a cold face.

Looking at Yang Jun's eyes, Meng Wenya felt her heart tremble.

"Well, if you don't agree, just pretend I didn't say anything."

After saying that, Meng Wenya patted her chest and stood up, looking scared.

Seeing that Yang Jun didn't say anything, he hid aside dejectedly.

Seeing this, the other women knew that begging for mercy would not work, so they simply stayed away from the problem.

At this time, several children still wanted to act out, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they were covered.

If there is trouble at this time, it is conceivable that a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots will be inevitable.

Yang Qingxiang and the others coaxed and pushed the children out of the hall, and then all stood in front of Yang Jun.

Seeing them surrounding him, Yang Jun raised his eyebrows and said,

"What do you mean, preparing for a group fight?"

Huang Yani snorted coldly: "It's good that you know."

"Now I'm issuing a challenge to you. It depends on whether you dare to accept the challenge."

The other women heard the instructions and nodded in agreement.

They all stood there with their arms folded, their noses turned up high, looking provocative.

When Yang Jun saw this, his nose felt hot, and his heart felt hot.

"If you accept the challenge, accept the challenge. Am I still afraid of you?"

Yang Jun threw away his cigarette butt and sat there with his sword in his hand. He was very dissatisfied and looked like he was going to fight now.

"Okay, I'm just waiting for your words. Whoever is afraid is a puppy."

"Yes, whoever doesn't come tonight will be a puppy."

All the women ordered to agree.

They could not change the children's fate of practicing martial arts, so they could only demonstrate to Yang Jun in this way.

Yang Jun was not afraid of them, they were just fighting in a group.

Whether they beat themselves up in a group or they beat up themselves in a group, the result is the same.

"Tonight... the decisive battle will last until dawn..."

Just as Yang Jun was holding a swearing-in meeting, he suddenly saw a nanny walking in hastily.

"Mr. Yang, there's a fight ahead. Go and have a look."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

"Who was fighting whom? Was it a group fight or a one-on-one fight?"

When all the women heard this, they all rolled their eyes at him.

This is too unserious, why are you joking about something between husband and wife?

The nanny didn't know that Yang Jun was discussing with Yang Qingxiang and others whether to fight alone or in a group. Without thinking about it, he said directly,

"Group fight."

"The masters invited by Master Ma to teach the young master martial arts are beating up Sun Zhaocai."

When Yang Jun heard this, he chuckled, waved his hands and said,

"Well, then it's no big deal."

Sun Zhaocai is usually so crazy that he is worried that no one will teach him a lesson.

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The masters that Ma Zhanshan invited to teach boxing all had special skills and extraordinary skills. They just happened to teach that guy a lesson, so that the guy would not think that Yang Jun was the boss every day, and his second child looked like his nostrils were turned upward.

Unexpectedly, the nanny had a bitter look on her face when she heard this.

"But...the masters are clamoring to leave."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he waved his hands as if he didn't care.

"Hey, why are you walking around and beating people up? I don't blame them."

Yang Jun thought that the masters invited by Ma Zhanshan left because they were afraid that Yang Jun would blame them for beating Sun Zhaocai.

However, when the nanny heard this, her face looked constipated.
To be continued...