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punched him on the nose. The blow was hard enough

to knock him down. Maybe I was an expert of Gong

Fu. He dared not resort to force without preparation.

He knew I was quicker than he was. If we were to

fight outdoors, he wouldn’t be able to get the upper

hand because I would have plenty of space to deal

with him. If we fought indoors, he could have an

advantage over me. Even if I was good at martial arts,

I would not be able to win because I had no scope to

display my fists and feet. So he was determined to

fight me in our office, although he knew that no

matter where he fought me, he would by no means

beat me as easily as he did Monkey king.

But fighting a battle needed an excuse. He had

been trying to pick a hole in my coat so as to start the

battle. He repeatedly provoked me. He resorted to

mocking at me. He resorted to making fun of me. He

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