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Liu Hu's attitude toward Ye Qiu was clearly not that of a mere acquaintance meeting a friend, but rather resembled the enthusiasm of a young man chasing his idol, with a look in his eyes that suggested he wanted to reach the same heights.

Unyielding, resolute, and tinted with a hint of admiration.

Could it be that Ye Qiu also boxed?

Huo Qian was no fool. From Liu Hu's words, not only did Ye Qiu box, but he was probably quite skilled.

"Ye, don't tell me that in addition to being able to sculpt and race, you can also do kung fu?" Huo Qian said with a look of disbelief.

"A little bit," Ye Qiu replied modestly.

"If being able to take down five of Fujikawa Ueno's top men is just 'a little bit,' then I must have none at all."

Just then, a robust voice rang out, and a figure approached, heading straight for the trio.

Upon seeing the tall man, Liu Hu bowed his head respectfully and said, "Boss."