Chapter 43: Where the Lineage Originates

Wenchuan District, a certain street.

Holding a business card, Fang Cheng gazed at a private villa with a small garden in the distance.

This area appeared to be a traditional luxury residential district.

Most of the surrounding buildings were independent villas two to three stories high, with lush trees lining both sides of the road, creating a very tranquil environment.

He had been standing here for a long time, observing the house.

He saw a gardener pruning holly bushes and a domestic worker hanging out bedsheets and clothes.

He also saw a red sports car drive into the garden, from which a well-proportioned young woman in a white dress stepped out.

"Seems like a very normal household..."

Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly as he muttered to himself.

When he was working at the club previously, just as Chen Xiaohai had said, Shen Haoming had indeed found him quickly to assign him some tasks.

It turned out that after the sparring session that day, Goro Majima had expressed his admiration for Fang Cheng during a private gathering with the company's big boss and wanted to invite him to his home to strengthen their relationship.

The next day, the boss called Manager Li and instructed him to ensure the matter was handled.

Upon receiving the order, Manager Li passed the task of extending the invitation onto Shen Haoming.

With such a grand setup, it was as if they were afraid people wouldn't want to be guests.

If Shen Haoming hadn't mentioned it, Fang Cheng would have almost forgotten about it.

He had immediately declined, saying he had already scheduled four sparring sessions for the day and couldn't find any free time.

To be honest, even if he hadn't had classes, he wouldn't want to be a guest who caused trouble.

After all, the man was somewhat mentally unstable and could snap at any moment.

Coupled with the language barrier and their lack of familiarity, Fang Cheng felt a sense of awkwardness just imagining the "chicken talking to a duck" scenario of such a meeting.

Moreover, unsolicited kindness often hides ulterior motives.

Who knew if this Japanese man harbored any ill intentions?

However, Shen Haoming had earnestly persuaded him, even bringing up the various generous terms offered by Manager Li.

For instance, monthly performance bonuses and year-end bonuses.

He had even specially approved 5,000 yuan in activity funds for him to use at his discretion.

The implication was clear: they wanted to win over this major client.

After several rounds of persuasion and pleading, Fang Cheng, unable to bear the annoyance, finally nodded in agreement.

Of course, it certainly wasn't for the sake of that 5,000 yuan; it was simply out of professional duty.

At this moment, Fang Cheng had been observing for about ten minutes.

When he saw the young woman enter the house, his doubts immediately dissipated.

He then picked up a bag of freshly bought apples and bananas and stepped forward.

One shouldn't show up empty-handed when visiting someone's home.

He possessed at least that much etiquette.

After the doorbell rang, a domestic worker who had been hanging clothes came running over and opened the wrought-iron gate.

Fang Cheng identified himself.

The worker immediately beamed with a smile and respectfully ushered him inside.

Clearly, the host had given prior instructions.

Carrying the fruit, Fang Cheng followed the worker along a pebble-paved path toward the main house.

Despite it being winter, the garden was still planted with various brightly colored, unnamed flowers.

The layout of the entire villa was well-organized and full of character.

As Fang Cheng looked around casually, he couldn't help but daydream.

Once he made enough money, he would buy a detached villa with a garden like this and hire a few servants so his mother could truly enjoy life.

Entering the front door, he saw a minimally styled living room.

There was little furniture, and the use of floor-to-ceiling windows on multiple sides made the space feel very open.

Goro Majima was sitting by the window; with the sunlight streaming in, his bald head looked exceptionally bright and conspicuous.

He was currently speaking with an assistant, seemingly giving some instructions.

Seeing the worker bring Fang Cheng in, he stood up immediately, a somewhat stiff smile squeezing through his fleshy face.

"Mr. Fang, welcome to my humble abode!"

Goro Majima spoke loudly, stroking forward with large strides and extending his right hand toward Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng did not understand Japanese, so seeing this, he smiled and reached out his hand.

The two shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, and took their seats.

Fang Cheng placed the fruit on the coffee table and sat down silently.

Goro Majima glanced at his assistant and then spoke a sentence.

The assistant immediately bowed to Fang Cheng and translated

"Mr. Majima says it is his honor that you could grace him with your presence, and there was no need to bring gifts."

Fang Cheng responded in a polite tone

"Just a small token of respect."

He wondered how the assistant would translate this traditional Chinese polite formality.

Upon hearing this, the smile on Goro Majima's face became even more exaggerated.

At that moment, the domestic worker brought over some ginseng tea.

Fang Cheng politely said thank you, took it, and placed it on the coffee table without drinking it.

Goro Majima, however, was exceptionally enthusiastic and instructed the worker to go to the kitchen to bring out prepared snacks.

Fang Cheng hurriedly waved his hand in refusal.

Seeing that Goro Majima showed none of the overbearing attitude from their first meeting, Fang Cheng guessed that the man must have a request.

Thus, he turned to the assistant acting as the translator and said directly

"Mr. Majima, since you invited me here, if there is anything you need help with, please just say so."

Hearing this, Goro Majima's smile faded slightly, and his expression became serious.

Under the assistant's translation, the true reason for the invitation was gradually revealed

"Although I am Japanese, I have always admired traditional Chinese martial arts."

"My trip to the Eastern Capital this time was to seek out master teachers and learn some profound skills, but I have yet to succeed."

"Fortunately, while practicing at the club, I encountered a young talent like Mr. Fang. Your natural talent has left me deeply impressed."

At this point, Goro Majima paused, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at Fang Cheng.

"If I may be so bold, Mr. Fang, who was your teacher?"

When the assistant translated this inquiry, Fang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned.

What "teacher" did he have?

If he had to say something, it would be the coaches at the Global Elite Combat Club.

However, saying that wouldn't be appropriate, and no one would likely believe it.

Fang Cheng weighed his words and explained

"I practiced martial arts since I was a child, but I neglected it for a while during my school years. I only picked it up again in the last two years for physical fitness."

Goro Majima did not press further, seemingly believing his explanation.

After a moment of contemplation, he continued speaking.

The assistant followed with the translation

"The reason for inviting Mr. Fang here is that I wish to have an unrestricted Mixed Martial Arts match with you."

"Please be sure to give your all against Mr. Majima. Mr. Majima will also use his true strength at that time."

As he spoke, Goro Majima took a checkbook and a pen from his bag.

With a few quick strokes, he signed a check and pushed it toward Fang Cheng.

"One hundred thousand yuan."

Seeing the amount written on the check, Fang Cheng's pupils contracted slightly.

"This is the prize for the match. If you are injured, Mr. Majima will cover all your medical expenses, removing all your worries."

Fang Cheng hid the surprise in his eyes and looked at Goro Majima in confusion

"It's just a martial arts match; is there a need for so much money?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the corners of Goro Majima's mouth curled up, and he smiled again.

The assistant immediately translated

"It is not much. To invite a champion-level fighter as a sparring partner, the market price for a single session is over fifty thousand yuan."

"Mr. Majima believes that you are absolutely worth this price!"