My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 54 The Battle Begins!

The archives room reeked of mildew, clearly indicating that it wasn't a place where many people usually came.

"Forty-five years..." The elderly police officer, his head full of silver hair, muttered as he rummaged through rows of dusty wooden shelves.

"Madam, you're crazy. You actually flew all the way from America for such an old, trivial matter."

He pulled a brown paper bag from the bottom of the shelf and dusted it off: "But since you've crossed the Atlantic... I think this must be something big."

"Take it."

Lorna immediately moved closer, her heart pounding involuntarily.

"What did that poor murdered bastard do again... oh right, the grocery store owner."

The veteran officer pointed to the first document: "His head was smashed open with a blunt object, and the KTV was completely emptied. There were no fingerprints at the scene, nor any evidence of a second person's presence."

He then opened the second document: "A few days later, a young man also disappeared."

"Either this kid is the murderer, or he was killed by that murderer too, who knows?"

Lorna ignored his incessant chatter and quickly scanned the second file.

Name: Andreas Cornelis van Kuik.

Place of birth: Breda.

Date of disappearance: May 1929.

She turned to the last page of the file, where a black and white photograph was clipped.

This was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a thin face, gloomy eyes, and a cold smile on his lips.

Lorna quickly pulled another photo from her handbag; it was of Colonel Tom Parker now.

Forty-five years and hundreds of pounds of fat are enough to completely change a person's appearance.

But those eyes.

The same coldness and greed, always scheming, remain unchanged even after half a century.

"My God..." Rona's hands trembled slightly as she placed the two photos side by side.

Although Parker is now so fat that he's unrecognizable, the outline of his protruding ears and the tiny bump in the middle of his nose are a perfect match!

This is the "colonel" who claims to have been "born and raised in the United States" but doesn't even have a U.S. passport.

An illegal immigrant who was suspected of murder and entered the country by smuggling!

"Officer." Lorna quickly took out her miniature camera and started snapping photos of the file, the flash going off repeatedly in the dimly lit archive room.

"This information is extremely important, more important than you can imagine," she said seriously to the veteran police officer while taking photos.

"Please make sure to lock these original documents in a safe and never let anyone else access them!"

"Trust me, it won't be long before you're ready to receive awards and media interviews."

……

Saturday in Los Angeles was sunny and bright.

Qin Han woke up from his sleep and habitually glanced at the system notification.

Today's intelligence has been updated.

A community union in Maine has organized a charity concert viewing group of 45 people, who have chartered a bus to Memphis to attend an upcoming charity concert.

Lately, the system has been updating mostly with trivial matters related to Hollywood, such as which actress has changed boyfriends or which studio's lighting equipment has short-circuited.

Although the Qin and Han dynasties maintained the habit of keeping records, these records could only be used as topics of conversation and had no real value.

But this one today...

Maine? That's in the northeastern corner of the United States, more than a thousand miles from Memphis, and it's across the entire United States from Hollywood!

"It seems something is about to happen." After washing up, Qin Han solemnly wrote this message down in his notebook.

After a simple breakfast, he changed into an inconspicuous gray tracksuit, put on a baseball cap, and hailed a taxi to Santa Monica.

However, before the car even reached the beach, it was stuck in traffic several blocks away.

"Beep beep—!"

The blaring of horns echoed everywhere, and the streets were packed with excited crowds.

Everywhere you look, there are hot girls in bikinis and shirtless muscular men, holding beer and hot dogs, surging towards the beach.

This isn't a fighting competition, it's a carnival!

Qin Han had to get off the train early and walk to the beach.

A massive open-air arena stood in the center of the beach, with the shimmering Pacific Ocean as its backdrop. Temporary stands had been erected around it, packed with people.

At the very back of the venue stood a huge projection screen—Qin Han knew this was for inserting GG into the broadcast and for live-streaming the concert on the last day.

Clearly, with the popularity of "The Fist Within Four Walls," American audiences' curiosity about "kung fu" is skyrocketing.

Suddenly, a "real kung fu arena" appears. Who wouldn't want to see what it's like to fight?

Not to mention, the publicity team is repeatedly emphasizing that "there will be a major surprise after the game."

The public had no idea what this so-called surprise was, but the sponsors had already caught wind of it.

They desperately stuffed money into Harry and Pike's pockets, just to get a chance to appear on this live show that was destined to go down in history.

Just a few seconds of exposure when Elvis's singing starts is worth a whole year's worth of GG effects!

Qin Han lowered the brim of his hat, walked through the crowded backstage passage, and headed towards the core area.

"Mr. Qin! Over here! Over here!" Harry, beaming, greeted him as soon as he entered the backstage area.

The way this producer of "Midnight Arena" looks at Qin Han now is exactly like he's looking at his own father.

"This is insane! Mr. Qin, look at the scene outside!" Harry pointed to the sea of ​​people: "The ratings predictions have already exploded! And this hasn't even started!"

"Calm down, Mr. Harry. Just don't mess things up."

"How could that be! Everything is under control!" Harry leaned close to Qin Han's ear and said mysteriously, "Regarding the duel on the final day... we've already reached an agreement with that Japanese man."

He blinked, giving him a knowing look: "According to the script, Hiroki Ishii will be the 'defending boss,' dominating the scene and heating up the atmosphere over the next few days."

"The schedule is packed; a champion is crowned every day. Only the champion of the day is eligible to challenge him, and the winner takes home $5000!"

In 1973, this was a considerable prize money, enough to drive countless street thugs and amateur boxers to their deaths.

"As for that final day..." Harry lowered his voice even further, "Mr. Ishii has already agreed; his relationship with you is just a formality."

"We guarantee your victory will look incredibly real and amazing! Just like in the movies!"

"Just going through the motions?" Qin Han looked at Harry with a half-smile. "Are you really that sure that Japanese guy will obediently listen to you?"

"Oh, Mr. Qin, you have no idea," Harry laughed dismissively, "that guy is a salesman who will do anything to make money."

"We promised to fix his stun gun for free during the next few days of competition, and he was overjoyed. He's been doing whatever we say!"