Men's blood, heroic

The car arrived at the National Martial Arts Museum after driving for half an hour. The car was naturally an extended Chery, otherwise it would not have been able to accommodate six people. When the car stopped in front of the National Martial Arts Museum, the bustling scene of people coming and going as if it was a festival immediately caught their attention. There were ten long queues at the door, with no end in sight. It was a sea of people. "Idiot, if life could always be like our first meeting,...