Featherweight Champion? Pshaw!

“What, you want me to taste the real kung fu of China? Let me tell you that I’m a professional boxer. I won’t go easy on you if you decide to fight me,” said Hans sarcastically. 

“I don’t need you to go easy on me. I’ll consider it my loss if I don’t defeat you in one minute. You have to apologise for what you said if I win,” said Xia Lei. 

“Ha ha ha!” Hans did an exaggerated laugh, “You’re an arrogant one, aren’t you? Do you know who you’re saying this to? You’re talking to a national featherweight champion. Beat me in one minute? I’d like to see how you’re going to accomplish that!”

Josef took the opportunity and said, “I think this will be an interesting competition. Will you need boxing gloves and a referee? I can get you guys gloves and act as referee.” 

“No need. It’s just one minute. What need is there for gloves and referees?” said Xia Lei casually. 

“Well then, we can begin when you two are ready.” A hint of a smile of schadenfreude appeared on Josef’s lips. 

“Go, Lukas,...