Xu Mengxing was like a mouse hiding in a bellows, suffering from both sides.

He knew his son Xu Chenglong's temper; even if the police arrested him, he would never apologize.

However, the Zhao family demanded that Xu Chenglong apologize, otherwise they would call the police to resolve the matter, and he did not want the police to detain Xu Chenglong.

"Sigh!" Xu Mengxing sighed and looked at Wang Peng with pleading eyes.

Wang Peng then looked at Zhao Tiezhu, grasped his hand and said, "Old Zhao, give me three days, and I'll persuade Xiao Xu to apologize to you."

Zhao Tiezhu nodded hurriedly and said anxiously, "Okay. Actually, whether or not I apologize doesn't matter..."

“Dad, you must apologize, or we’ll call the police,” Zhao Chan said. “President Wang, it’s not that we’re disrespecting you, this is just outrageous.”

"I know, if this happened to me, I would be angry too," Wang Peng said with a smile.

"Mr. Wang, please go and mediate. We'll wait for your good news," Zhao Chan said sincerely.

Wang Peng nodded and took his leave with Xu Mengxing.

Once outside the hospital, Xu Mengxing gave a wry smile: "Xiao Peng, this is going to be troublesome again."

“No trouble at all,” Wang Peng said. “Uncle Xu, I can’t give you a 100% guarantee.”

"I'll do my best." Xu Mengxing patted his shoulder and gave another bitter laugh.

The two chatted for a few minutes, then drove away separately. Wang Peng called Du Lei.

The call connected, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where is Xu Chenglong?"

Du Lei hurriedly said, "I called Lao Sun and he and the others are following him."

"Take Xu Chenglong to Li Zhan Martial Arts School, that's all." Wang Peng hung up the phone and drove to Li Zhan Martial Arts School.

The martial arts school doesn't teach martial arts, only Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) and wrestling. The coach, Li Zhan, was a national wrestling champion.

Wang Peng is a gold member there and often trains in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) and wrestling.

When he arrived at the martial arts hall, there were seven or eight men and women inside. The head coach saw him and hurriedly came over to chat with him.

"Brother Peng, do you have time to practice boxing today?" Li Zhan warmly put his arm around Wang Peng's shoulder.

Several female students gathered around and greeted Wang Peng.

"Boss Wang, what have you been up to lately? It's been a long time," said Zhu Xiaolin, the short-haired girl.

"Xiaolin, long time no see. I've been taking care of my wife during her postpartum period lately," Wang Peng said with a smile, shaking her hand.

"Mingzhu gave birth, is it a boy or a girl?" Zhu Xiaolin asked. "Do you have a photo? Let me see it."

Wang Peng shook his head and spoke to them with a smile.

Just then, Du Lei arrived with Xu Chenglong. The students greeted Xu Chenglong, and several girls went over to chat him up.

Wang Peng had a question in his mind, and turned to ask Li Zhan, "Is he also learning boxing here?"

Li Zhan nodded and said with a smile, "He is one of my old students. He studies Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) and has been here longer than you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Peng chuckled and looked at Xu Chenglong with a smile.

Xu Chenglong walked over with his head held high, staring directly at Wang Peng: "What do you want from me? Want to spar with me?"

As he spoke, he gripped his right hand with his left, his knuckles cracking.

Everyone immediately perked up, and both male and female students gathered around.

Li Zhan hurriedly said, "Brother Peng, Jackie Chan, are you just sparring?"

Before Wang Peng could speak, Xu Chenglong began to provoke him: "Wang Peng, if we're talking about doing business, I'm no good; if we're talking about boxing, you're no good."

He patted his chest, raised his head, and said, "I've been practicing Sanda for four years. Dare to try?"

Wang Peng smiled and nodded slightly: "Okay, I can play a couple of rounds with you. Want to make a small bet?"

“Okay!” Xu Chenglong immediately said, “If I win, you can fire me, how about that?”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was a little stunned. Zhu Xiaolin hurriedly asked, "Jackie Chan, are you working at Brothers?"

Xu Chenglong glanced at her but didn't say anything. If Wang Peng expelled him, he could legitimately ask his parents for living expenses.

Wang Peng said, "If you lose, come with me to apologize to Zhao Tiezhu, okay?"

Xu Chenglong was taken aback and dared not immediately accept the challenge. He knew Wang Peng was also learning boxing here, but since they had never sparred before, he didn't know Wang Peng's skill level.

"What? You don't dare?" Wang Peng chuckled, trying to provoke him.

"What do I have to be afraid of? It's settled then." Xu Chenglong stretched out his right hand, his eyes full of contempt.

Wang Peng smiled slightly and extended his right hand to shake hands with him. Instantly, the girls in the audience started to cheer, and the martial arts hall turned into a scene of human regression.

Amid cheers from the crowd, the two went to the locker room to change clothes.

Wang Peng took off his suit jacket, changed into a spacious training room outfit, and walked out of the locker room, where he heard another round of cheers.

Looking up, you can see Xu Chenghong already standing on the arena. He is wearing a black training uniform, with a long leg, and looks very heroic.

His parents are both good-looking, and the boy himself is not bad-looking either; he's a typical rich kid.

Wang Peng went on stage amidst cheers, stood opposite Xu Chenglong, and looked at him with his arms crossed.

Du Lei was a little worried, "Brother Peng, you haven't fought anyone in so long, are you physically fit enough?"

"If you don't want to compete, just admit defeat. It's not shameful." Xu Chenglong was afraid he would change his mind.

Wang Peng stretched his legs and said to Du Lei with a smile, "It's been a long time since I've fought a real person, but dealing with a blond kid shouldn't be a problem."

"Stop bragging and let's see what you've got!" Xu Chenglong shouted. "You think my name is just for show?"

As soon as he finished speaking, laughter erupted from the crowd; Jackie Chan's name was still quite popular.

Li Zhan hurriedly went up on stage and separated Wang Peng and Xu Chenglong. "Both of you, I will be the referee. The purpose of our martial arts training is to improve our health. You two should stop when you've made your move."

"Enough talk, let's begin." Xu Chenglong took a step back, clenched his fists, and assumed a fighting stance.

Li Zhan glanced at Wang Peng, then got into position and shouted, "Begin!"

The air suddenly went quiet as the two moved around the ring, their eyes fixed on each other.

A few seconds later, Xu Chenglong suddenly launched an attack, kicking Wang Peng hard in the chest. The kick was so fast that it reached his chest in an instant.

Instead of retreating, Wang Peng advanced, grabbed his right foot with both hands, and kicked his left foot hard.

With a thud, Xu Chenglong fell cleanly to the ground, and people in the audience immediately applauded and cheered.

Xu Chenglong was unconvinced and immediately got up from the ring. Before he could even stand up, he felt his feet lighten.

Wang Peng grabbed him from behind, lifted him up, and slammed him hard onto the ring.

Bang! Xu Chenglong landed face down. Luckily, the ring was soft; if it had been on concrete, he would have been half-dead, if not dead.

Xu Chenglong was unconvinced and gritted his teeth as he got up: "Wang Peng, you attacked me from behind, you have no sportsmanship."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Peng rushed to his side and executed an over-the-shoulder throw, cleanly and neatly bringing him to the ground.

This time it was even more ruthless than the last, and the gasps of the onlookers turned into whispers.

"Who's talking to you about martial ethics?" Wang Peng sneered. "Do you submit? If not, come at me again!"

Xu Chenglong refused to accept this and gritted his teeth as he got up from the ground again.