Dai Li had been hiding behind the door. He opened the door slowly, deliberately letting the two black men see Santos on the ground.
As Dai Li expected, they rushed inside at once.
Surely, they didn't immediately look behind the door. Normally, when entering a room, nobody would make sure whether there wasn't a person behind the door. What's more, their eyes were looking down to Santos lying on the ground, without noticing Dai Li hiding behind the door.
Dai Li rushed out unhesitatingly and threw a combination blow to the man in the rear.
The back of the head was a quite vulnerable part. Even a great fighter who was good at resistance couldn't stand an attack to vulnerable back of the head. In some Chinese folk performances, some martial artists could smash bricks and beer bottles with their heads, but no one could perform this with the back of their head.
After the punches landed, the black man behind fell down before he even knew who attacked him.
Since he was attacked from behind, he fell forward, right into the black man in front.
The black man turned around as he heard this and saw his partner falling down to him. He unthinkingly reached out to grab his partner, which also gave Dai Li a chance to attack him.
This black man was carrying a civilian version of the Remington 700, which had a long handle and couldn't be operated with one hand. Since he was now trying to hold up his partner, the gun in his hand became nothing but a stick.
Dai Li seized the chance. He pounced on him and punched him. The black man also saw Dai Li. He wanted to dodge, but one of his hands was holding his partner. Under this condition, he was not flexible enough to dodge Dai Li's punch.
Therefore, he had to block with the other hand, the one with the gun.
Dai Li hit him on his arm, and the man dropped his gun because of the pain.
The man reacted quickly, however. He pushed his unconscious partner in Dai Li's direction and retreated rapidly.
Dai Li was blocked by the unconscious black man. He pushed the black man aside, but his opponent was already several steps away from him now.
"You did this? What a surprise! Santos was defeated by you!" Taking a look at Santos on the ground, the black man growled, "Boy, I'll kill you!"
"Maybe I'll kill you!" Dai Li had been ready to fight. At that time, the black man's gun was on the ground. They both were unarmed. Dai Li was not afraid of him at all.
However, the black man was staring at Dai Li with a disdainful expression.
"Boy, you want to fight with me? Let me tell you, I almost became a prizefighter before! If my fists hadn't been so heavy and nearly killed someone, I might be another Kevin Taylor now!" said the black man fiercely.
"Yeah? I trained Kevin Taylor!" said Dai Li, and he slid forward sharply and began to attack the black man.
The black man had boxed before. He really knew something about boxing. Therefore, when he saw Dai Li's slide forward, he was shocked immediately and he could see that the slide was so standard that only specially trained boxers could use this.
This guy really knows boxing! The black man snorted. Meanwhile, Dai Li's fist was coming at him.
"I'm not afraid of you." The black man dodged quickly.
To his surprise, it was a feint, and the real punch was following.
Bang! Dai Li punched the black man on his chin.
The black man backed up a few steps, but he didn't fall right away.
Didn't fall down! Dai Li wasn't satisfied with this result. The man's resilience was beyond his expectation.
Taylor at seventy-percent is still not powerful enough. If it was Taylor himself who hit him on his chin, he would've dropped like a rock, Dai Li thought reluctantly.
The black man spat out blood as well as a tooth. Dai Li's punch was quite powerful. The black man's tooth was knocked out.
At the sight of this tooth, the black man became so angry that he shouted and punched Dai Li.
Bang! Bang! The black man stepped back, pressing his rib. This time he was not hit on his head but right beneath his ribs. It was as painful as being hit on the head.
Why is he so strong? With an amazed expression on his face, the black man stared at Dai Li.
Just now, the black man was completely defeated by Dai Li with boxing techniques. It was absolutely unbelievable for the black man.
He was an amateur boxer before and he almost became a prizefighter. Therefore, the black man was confident with his boxing techniques. He had never met someone before who was a better boxer than him. But today, he was defeated by Dai Li.
Is this guy really just a coach? The boxing technique he showed just now was absolutely the top. In terms of his flexibility and discretion, he was just like an experienced professional boxer. I didn't even have a chance to fight back! The black man had realized the gap between them.
He was powerful as an amateur boxer indeed, and he was quite great among amateur boxers. However, the gap between an amateur and a professional in any sport was the difference between heaven and earth. Those amateur players who seemed to be very powerful would be completely defeated by real professional players.
There were also huge skill gaps between professional players. Huge gaps existed among ordinary players, high-level players, and top players. If an ordinary player met a top one, he would definitely lose.
Kevin Taylor was one of the most dominant boxers of his generation, the most powerful of the top boxers. It was not an exaggeration to say that a seventy-percent Kevin Taylor would certainly win a gold belt in an ordinary boxing league.
Now Dai Li was a seventy-percent Taylor. As a champion of an ordinary boxing league, he could easily beat an amateur boxer.
Dai Li also felt that he could defeat this man. During their fight, Dai Li could beat him just based on his instinctive reaction without any thinking. Therefore, Dai Li didn't hesitate to attack.
Ten seconds later, the black man slumped on the ground. His eyes and mouth were bleeding and his nose bridge seemed to be broken.
"You were a professional boxer before?" asked the black man as he gasped.
"No, but I was Kevin Taylor's coach before!" said Dai Li.
"Just a coach? How could that be! How could a coach be so good? Your boxing skills are more powerful than many boxers!" the black man went on.
"Who told you a coach must be less skilled than his players? How could I become Taylor's coach if I was not good enough?" Dai Li snorted. Dai Li directly punched him in the face. The black man's head tilted back as he fainted.