September 28th, a sunny day.
In a private hospital in New York, several figures were moving about on the green lawn.
Li San, dressed in a white hospital gown, sat in a wheelchair, watching the "battle" on the lawn with great interest. To be accurate, it couldn't really be called a battle; it was just Wu Li practicing martial arts.
On the lawn, seven robust Chinese men in black suits were attacking Wu Li.
Their fists and feet created a gust of wind with their swift movements, clearly trained fighters, yet in front of Wu Li, they were no match. He didn't fight back but, instead, simply reached out to grab the incoming fists and with a pull and a tug, he made his attackers lose their balance and tumble outwards.
