My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 66 The Lingering Ghost

Qin Han's hand holding the teacup trembled, and he almost burned himself.

Master's "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" technique is too skillful. Is this the consequence of "acting according to others' opinions"?

Before he could even speak, Zhou Ruofei reacted with astonishing speed.

In the eyes of this young Joey Gang leader, there is no difference between becoming a disciple of Bruce Lee and becoming a disciple of Chin Han.

Now, the whole world knows that Qin Han is Bruce Lee's student and that he is very powerful!

On the Santa Monica stage, in front of a global audience, he utterly defeated that arrogant Japanese karate master!

In addition, he's doing very well in Hollywood, so in the future, he might be able to find some legitimate jobs like security for the gang members.

"Thump!" Zhou Ruofei turned around and knelt down in front of Qin Han.

"Master Qin, please accept my bow!"

Qin Han looked at Zhou Ruofei kneeling in front of him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He could roughly guess some of Bruce Lee's thoughts.

As a martial artist dedicated to promoting kung fu to the world and a public figure who has always promoted a positive image, if the media were to find out that he had taken a gang leader as his disciple, tomorrow's headline would definitely be "Kung Fu Superstar Involved in Gangs, Hollywood Dream Shattered".

In an age rife with racial discrimination, this stain is enough to destroy the public image he has painstakingly built.

But I am different. As a super agent, there is no need for me to stand in the spotlight.

Behind the scenes of the American entertainment industry is a complex area interwoven with black, white, and gray.

For example, Paramount made a deal directly with the mob when filming "The Godfather".

Not to mention Colonel Parker, who is right in front of us, and his almost symbiotic relationship with the casinos in Las Vegas.

In this circle, having underground power is sometimes more effective than having US dollars.

Master is paving the way for himself.

Qin Han put down his teacup, his face unusually serious: "Little Zhou, don't rush to kowtow. There are rules to follow if you want to join my sect."

Zhou Ruofei's eyes were filled with fervor: "Master, please speak! Even if it means climbing mountains of knives or being boiled in oil, if I, Afei, even flinch, I'm not a man!"

"It's not that serious." Qin Han held up two fingers: "First, your master is me. You must never use Bruce Lee's name to swindle people outside."

"If I find out you're using your master's name to cause trouble outside... I'll personally clean house."

Zhou Ruofei nodded without hesitation: "Master, rest assured! I would never dare to tarnish my grandmaster's reputation!"

Bruce Lee listened from the side and nodded in satisfaction.

"Secondly," Qin Han's tone softened slightly, "the Qiao Yi Gang operates in the underworld and needs to protect themselves. I understand that, and I won't interfere with your current business."

"However, after learning Jeet Kune Do, you must never be aggressive or violent, and you must never intentionally cause someone's death. This is the bottom line!"

"I will obey your orders, Master!" Zhou Ruofei's head slammed heavily against the floor.

"Alright, in that case, I'll drink this cup of tea as a formal apprenticeship ceremony." Qin Han picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Zhou Ruofei stood up, immediately took out the IOU from her pocket, and presented it with both hands: "Master, consider this money as your disciple's gift to show my respect for you as I formally become your disciple!"

Looking at the IOU that had once weighed heavily on him, Qin Han couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Nothing in life is more unpredictable than this.

He took the IOU and handed it to Bruce Lee, who was standing next to him.

"Master, please keep this for me. Consider it a witness. If this boy misbehaves in the future, use it as proof of his expulsion from the sect."

Bruce Lee laughed heartily, took the IOU, folded it, and put it in his pocket: "Alright! I'll be the witness! Come, let's begin the feast!"

……

The afternoon sun was a bit too bright as the red Cadillac drove along the wide avenues of West Hollywood.

"Ah Han, that kid has potential," Bruce Lee said, leaning back in the passenger seat to Qin Han, who was driving.

"People's eyes don't lie. If you take him in, you must guide him onto the right path. He will definitely be a valuable asset to you in the future."

"I understand." Qin Han gripped the steering wheel, in a rather good mood.

Having settled the debts and taken on a young apprentice, everything was ready, and all that was left was to depart for Hong Kong.

The car rounded a bend and the red and white villa came into view in the distance.

However, at that moment, a person was kneeling in front of the villa's gate.

He was dressed in a white martial arts uniform, with thick bandages wrapped around his head, revealing only one eye and half of his swollen face.

He was clutching a black leather suitcase tightly in his arms, and remained motionless.

The car came to a stop, and the two people got out. The person kneeling heard the noise and struggled to raise their head.

"Li...Li-san!" It was none other than Hiroki Ishii, the Japanese karate master who was knocked out by Qin Han in the ring yesterday.

Qin Han stepped forward, staring at the suitcase in his hand, his eyes turning cold: "Shi Jing, what happened in the ring is over. You came to my house kneeling down, are you here to beg for medical expenses?"

Ignoring Qin Han's sarcasm, Hiroki Ishii raised the black leather suitcase in his arms high and kowtowed heavily to Bruce Lee.

"Mr. Li! Please... please accept this!"

Yesterday's battle was less about defeat and more about failing to complete his sect's mission.

Before setting off, Mas Oyama repeatedly instructed that Bruce Lee must get his hands on the machine, recognize its functions, and use it to begin training.

But how can he convince his apprentice that the machine is useful when he himself couldn't even defeat him?

Having no other choice, Ishii thought long and hard and decided to go to the master and apprentice to play the victim.

"What is this?" Bruce Lee looked at the black box with a curious expression.

"This is the latest technological achievement of the Great Japanese Empire!"

Hiroki Ishii opened the box, revealing the instrument inside, which was covered with knobs and wires.

He enthusiastically promoted the machine: "Mr. Li! The human body has its limits! But this machine can help people break through those limits! You absolutely must try it!"

Qin Han's pupils suddenly contracted. Good heavens, before he could even figure out what this thing was all about, the real thing had already brought it to his master.

Now he is 100% certain that there is something wrong with this machine!

Otherwise, how could such a karate master, so arrogant, go to such lengths to give it to his master?

"Take it." Qin Han stepped forward, blocking Bruce Lee and the box. "Keep this trash for yourself."

"If this thing is really as amazing as you claim, how come you couldn't even beat me?"

If it weren't for the bandages covering his face, the two of them would have immediately seen Ishii's face turn bright red.

He forcibly suppressed the urge to burst into a tirade and said patiently:

"That's because...because my understanding of martial arts isn't as good as yours! Jeet Kune Do is indeed...indeed very strong!"

"But! Although I lost the move, you can't deny my resilience and explosive power!"

"Otherwise, you could simply face me head-on instead of using those martial arts techniques!"

It must be said that this Japanese soldier displayed extraordinary eloquence under dire circumstances.

Upon hearing this, Bruce Lee recalled yesterday's match.

He saw it clearly from the audience: Qin Han did not engage in a direct physical confrontation with Ishii, but rather achieved victory by utilizing Jeet Kune Do techniques.

He walked up to Ishii, looked down at the simple black box, and said, "You're right. Ah Han won because of his 'way,' and your body is indeed extraordinary."

"Leave your things behind."