Chapter 127

His expression was a bit strange; there was no force in the leg.

Qin Yu also became interested; the suit thug really lived up to his reputation.

Originally, he had already retracted his force, but he hadn't expected Zhang Jin to react instantly.

Interesting.

Qin Yu, who had just obtained Fighting Mastery, felt his hands itching; he wanted to see how powerful this suit thug Zhang Jin really was.

While Zhang Jin was still stunned, another front kick, double peaks piercing the ears.

Zhang Jin on the opposite side wasn't like other actors; he had real kung fu on him.

Seeing Qin Yu's intention to test him, he also got serious.

His left leg slightly hooked Qin Yu's foot, and he dodged this fatal blow with a waist bend.

Seeing this, Qin Yu kicked away the leg Zhang Jin hooked, and followed up with a smash punch.

The staff in the room and Third Master, Wang Zhangdian, and others sitting in their seats all opened their mouths wide.

Their eyes were full of surprise.

Don't look at it as if a long time had passed; it was actually just an instant.

Qin Yu came to Zhang Jin's side, the two said one sentence, and then they started fighting.

And the exchange was very fast; in less than ten seconds, they had already exchanged nearly ten moves.

Fists to flesh.

They felt it wasn't like an audition; the two were really fighting.

"Holy crap, this jerk really knows how." Wang Zhangdian cursed angrily.

"I really thought he had natural-born divine strength."

"..."

"You idiot." Third Master rolled his eyes at Wang Zhangdian.

"Third Master, why do you always target me?"

"Alright you two, stop messing around, keep watching, this guy Qin Yu is powerful." Yu Dong on the side was very excited.

"Qin Yu is beating Zhang Jin so he can't lift his head."

"Pfft, Zhang Jin is letting this Qin Yu win."

"I don't think so, look, Zhang Jin is already sweating." Third Master had filmed so many movies.

Whether there is real kung fu or not can be seen at a glance.

"Qin Yu is very crafty, bullying Zhang Jin with his long legs."

"Third Master is right, one inch longer, one inch stronger; this guy Qin Yu is much taller than Zhang Jin, Zhang Jin is at a disadvantage when fighting!"

The three of them watched seriously.

The surrounding staff were even more happy, and there were even some young ladies cheering for Qin Yu.

Very excited.

"Damn!" Zhang Jin pushed away Qin Yu's leg and hurriedly blocked Qin Yu's left hook.

His heart was also cursing.

As a suit thug, how am I always getting beaten?

At first, Zhang Jin did think about letting Qin Yu win a hand; after all, he was the director.

But everyone knows about fighting; the first move is very important.

Once you lose the initiative, as long as the other party doesn't make a mistake, you can only keep getting beaten.

Unless you find a flaw.

Zhang Jin wanted to find one, close-quarters combat, but Qin Yu didn't give him a chance at all.

A pair of long legs, dare to come and you'll have to take a hard kick.

Very painful.

Super painful.

After fighting for a long time, Zhang Jin finally couldn't hold back; at worst, he'd get injured, but he couldn't let Qin Yu look down on him.

Seizing an opening, Zhang Jin was prepared to be kicked, and then he would entangle Qin Yu at close range.

But Qin Yu seemed to have sensed his intention.

He retracted his leg and stood to the side, smiling.

"That's enough."

Seeing it end, the surrounding staff, especially little Bai Lu, finally couldn't hold back.

While clapping, she shouted loudly.

"Boss is really powerful, so handsome."

The surrounding young ladies were the same, imitating Bai Lu and clapping.

"Director Qin is powerful."

"Director Qin's legs are really handsome."

"So handsome!!"

"..."

Seeing the people around cheering for Qin Yu, Zhang Jin was almost depressed to death.

I came to audition and lost so much, getting beaten for nothing.

If I had known Qin Yu knew fighting, I shouldn't have let him win.

He felt that if he hadn't lost the initiative, he would definitely have won against Qin Yu.

Are you kidding? Do you really think I, the suit thug, have no prestige?

I've lost a lot of face today.

"Alright, Brother Jin, are you willing to join *The Matrix* crew?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jin was a bit stunned; I passed the audition?

So fast!

Instantly, the depression on his face disappeared, replaced by surprise.

He had thought he was beaten so badly that Qin Yu would look down on him.

"Of course I'm willing. Thank you, Director Qin."

After saying this, he looked at Third Master and the others above.

Also very surprised.

After Qin Yu's personal appointment, the three of them didn't say a word.

It seems Qin Yu is even more powerful than he imagined.

Qin Yu was also very happy; Zhang Jin was really good, cheap, easy to use, and had real kung fu.

The original *Matrix*.

To be honest, the plot is good, but the fighting is like a joke. It's weak.

It's far worse than ours in China.

Qin Yu planned to film the action scenes in the play well; the more exciting, the better.

It would definitely cause a carnival among foreigners.

Kung fu, in the eyes of foreigners, is incredibly powerful.

One person fighting dozens is no problem.

Actually, it's exaggerated; although Qin Yu's fighting is entry-level.

Fighting three big men on the road is the limit.

If the other party has weapons.

Then run quickly; are you crazy? No matter how high your kung fu is, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife.

"Thank you, Director Qin, thank you, three teachers."

Zhang Jin suppressed the excitement in his heart, bowed politely, and prepared to leave.

He hadn't expected to be stopped by Qin Yu before he even left the door.

"Don't leave yet; help me audition in a while. Everyone in the play needs kung fu."

Qin Yu wasn't stupid; why not use free labor?

"Okay, Director Qin."