At the end of the day, Bailey fled in panic.

She is currently a coach at a sanda club, teaching women self-defense.

She was giving lessons to the girls that day when the door opened and Henry, in a wheelchair and dressed in white sportswear, was pushed into the classroom by Alvin.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion in the otherwise orderly classroom. All the female students turned their heads and looked at the handsome man with curious eyes, admiring his enchanting beauty and feeling a bit sorry for his incomplete body.

Bailey, with a ponytail, was neat, sharp and full of vitality, quite different from his usual demeanor.

"What are you doing here?" Bailey whispered to Henry, feeling embarrassed.

"I'm here to study." Henry sat in his wheelchair, looking laid-back and casual, as if he didn't even know the five big characters "Women's Self-defense".

"Stop messing around, okay? Self-defense is a course for girls." Bailey spoke to him in a pleading tone. She never expected that when he said he would pursue her, he would come all the way to her workplace.

"Coincidentally, the front desk clerk told me the same thing." Henry propped his chin up, his seductive eyes full of mockery, "This is a sign of discrimination against men. Why can't men learn self-defense? In today's society where women are rampant, being a man is more vulnerable to violence, especially for men like me who are handsome and have difficulty moving around." Henry pulled out a tuition receipt from his pocket and presented it to Bailey.

Bailey looked at the receipt and knew that the front desk clerk had been defeated by Henry's logically distorted theory. I didn't expect Henry to be so thick-skinned, to say such words so convincingly that he couldn't refute them.

Anyway, the money was collected, and according to the contract, Bailey was obliged to guide Henry and not to get rid of him at will.

If a criminal attacks you and strangles your neck with their hand, at this moment, we can use our left hand to push away the criminal's hand and use the base of our right palm to hit the criminal's lower jaw... Oh, you guys listen carefully."

With Henry in the classroom, how could any girl not be in a state of infatuation and excitement? So when Bailey was giving the lecture, everyone was not paying attention and kept glancing at Henry, sizing him up and down.

Henry, however, was as weak as water, staring only at Bailey, a ladle of water. He sat in a wheelchair and glanced at Bailey, ignoring the other girls' glances.

During the break, the girls finally found an opportunity to surround Henry and move forward in a way that said nothing. Henry, on the other hand, was so talkative that he made the group of girls worship him. Now whether to learn women's self-defense skills is a minor detail, but whether to talk to Henry is the key point.

"Don't you have anything to do in your military region, leaving you here all day to chase girls?" Bailey felt that this was not going to go on, and she was thinking of getting Henry to leave.

"The military district is very busy." Henry pulled out his phone, waved his hand at Bailey and said, "While you were in class, I sent out seven orders on wechat and read four documents."

Bailey was taken aback, not expecting Henry to be so capable, seemingly doing nothing but actually being unhurried and methodical.

It was almost time for the class to end. Henry sat in a wheelchair and let Alvin push him out of the classroom first, waiting for Bailey to take a bath and then go together.

When Henry got to his feet in front of the Cadillac, he heard a muffled voice behind him: "So you're not a cripple, why are you in a wheelchair? Stay away from Bailey in the future."

Henry turned his head and saw a burly young man standing there, eyeing his side with a menacing gaze. Judging from his attire, he should be Bailey's colleague. A strong smell of alcohol wafted out of his mouth, apparently too much.

"It's a matter between me and Bailey. It has nothing to do with you. If you like Bailey, you can go after her yourself and we can compete fairly." Henry twisted open the car door, ready to get in.

"Don't think you're great just because you have two stinky coins. Do you dare to fight me one-on-one?" The young man, Philip, who was holding a brick in his hand, was cursing Henry non-stop.

Alvin was a little angry and wanted to go over to teach Philip a lesson, but Henry raised his hand to stop him and said indifferently, "Alvin, put your wheelchair away. We'll get in the car." There's no need to make a big deal out of a drunkard.

Unexpectedly, this act landed in Philip's eyes and turned out to be a sign of Henry's timidity and retreat. He saw that although Henry was tall, he was too pretty and looked like a good-for-nothing young man. Under the stimulation of alcohol and the temptation of jealousy, he impulsively raised a brick and threw it at Henry.

"Master, be careful." Seeing that the brick was coming with a whistling wind, Alvin had no time to think and took a step forward, standing right in front of Henry. He would rather get hurt himself than let the young master suffer any damage.

However, although Alvin moved quickly, there were others who moved even faster than him.

"Alvin, get out of here." Henry pushed Alvin's body to the side, then lifted his own leg and delivered a sharp flying kick against the brick.

A swift, powerful, fierce, domineering kick.

With a "pop", Henry struck the brick, and it was reduced to dust in mid-air. With the cold night wind, it vanished in an instant, leaving no trace at all.

An iron palm shattering a brick, such an external skill, can be found in a sanda club with one or two martial arts coaches to perform. But to be able to crush a whole brick into powder with a single strike is a skill level that is astonishing and unheard of.

"You have the guts to come at me." Henry's eyes were sharp like a knife, staring at the young man with a stern and rebellious look, as if he could crush everything in the world.

When Philip saw this, his feet went weak and he rolled and crawled backward. In a moment of inattention, he tripped and passed out in shock and drunkenness.

"He's just a drunkard, young master... Why bother?" Alvin looked around, fortunately no one had seen it.

In a moment of desperation, Henry lost his composure and revealed his hidden strength.

He got into the car, pulled the pistol out of his waist, and in the process of disassembling and disassembling, he returned to being that lazy and undisciplined prodigy man.

The Sanda club's bell rang, and Bailey walked up to Henry's car with his bag.

Henry opened the car door and pulled Bailey into the car, asking, "Coach Mitchel, I was in class just now and I was exhausted. You should treat me well."

"What would you like to eat? I'll treat you." Bailey felt that Henry was extorting money and could tell from the audience that he was overexerting himself?

"I want to eat you." Henry hooked Bailey's chin with his hand, his long, deep eyes looking flirtatious at her.