Just when the two were about to start fighting at any moment, Kanako grabbed Shen Ming's clothes from behind, "Mr. Shen Ming, you promised me not to abuse violence."
Shen Ming looked back at Kanako who felt as if she was about to cry, the emotion in her eyes fused Shen Ming with a certain man.
"How can the violence used to protect you be called abuse?" Shen Ming sighed helplessly and looked at the one-eyed Scar in front of him, "Blind man, count your luck, I spare your dog's life today, and give you a chance to stand up and become masters." .”
I saw that Shen Ming took the initiative to end the confrontation, looked left and right, and put the simple tables and chairs used by Xiao Yanjian aside. When everyone couldn't understand, he took out ten gold bars at random, and snapped. When it fell on the table, those little rascals stared straight at him.
"Are you interested in playing a game?" Shen Ming sat down at the table and put ten gold bars into a pyramid shape.
"Let's hear it." This is how this world is, if you have money, you will kneel down to the uncle, and the expression of the one-eyed scar has softened a bit, showing a kind smile.
"I heard that your country produced 90% of the world's porn movies with 2% of the population, and created a group of superb nerds with unicorn arms. I don't know if it's true? I'm sitting here today, challenging your country's strength, No matter how many you have, line up to fight, as long as you can beat me, the gold bars will be presented, if you lose, you don’t have to die, just go over there and find our consultant to sign a form, and vote for Miss Kanako on the day of the election.”
"It's unimaginably exciting..." The one-eyed Scar had a fierce look in his eyes.
"We have a national feud, and no one can lose to the Japanese devils. If we lose, we will be ashamed of our ancestors, and we will keep our hands and gold. You should be satisfied now." Shen Ming added.
"Very good!" One-eyed Scar made an appointment.
At this moment, Yuzhu was the first to rush to sit opposite Shen Ming, as if afraid that his gold would be raped by someone.
"Let me take the lead!" Yuzhu held Shen Ming's right arm confidently, "China Dog, you are looking for death, my full name is 'Unbeaten'..."
"Crack!" Shen Ming didn't give Yuzhu a chance to finish his sentence, and it took only 0.1 second to turn his wrist over and push him down on the table.
"The next one." Shen Ming said coldly, and then glanced at Yu Zhu, "Go and register over there for nicknames, names, phone numbers, etc."
"Useless trash, get in line!" One-eyed Scar sneered.
Just like that, the scene became so weird, domineering hooligans lined up in front of Shen Ming, like migrant workers waiting to buy train tickets for the Spring Festival travel season.
Shen Ming overthrew them one by one, almost every second, killing them all in seconds. At the beginning, they were full of confidence, but after the loss, the disheveled hooligans followed the agreement and went to Xiaoyanjian to register one by one with the registration form. It's a kind of irony that such a good gangster actually voted for Kanako who proposed anti-gangsters. The passers-by around were also dumbfounded, rubbing their eyes, wondering what's wrong with the way to open the dungeon today
The news of the "Golden Treaty War" spread like wildfire, and all the hooligans in Sunset Street were alarmed, and they gathered in front of the van to join the queue. Whether they were shooting porn or collecting usury, they all put down their work and gathered here.
Although these gangsters are bad, this kind of upright engagement is still very credible. The order at the scene was also very good, and there was no phenomenon of jumping in line. It seems that Waguo has done a good job in the construction of spiritual civilization, and it is worth learning from the Celestial Dynasty.
One by one, vicious hooligans smashed their halberds and spears in front of Shen Ming. It is hard to imagine that Shen Ming, who does not look very burly, has the arm strength of a monster. He has won hundreds of games in a row without any weakening of his arm strength. With continuous exertion, his arms can't wait to swell up.
Kanako had never seen such a scene before, but seeing the registration sheets filled up like snowflakes one after another really shocked her.
Seizing the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she took advantage of the victory and began to promote the anti-gang bill. There were actually some gangsters who were defeated and filled out the form and asked stupidly, "Can anti-gang really be done?"
Seeing the gangsters who are usually vicious and vicious, the citizens relaxed their fears and gathered in front of the van slowly, joining the registration team. Many people even started to throw money into the political donation box. money! Dozens of Japanese dollars is not too little, and thousands of Japanese dollars are also seen from time to time. Leah Akata Koyan Ken is very busy, and Kanako is not tired at all. The more she talks, the more she believes in her dream. Maybe it can really come true
Only Xiao Yi who was standing behind Shen Ming had a dignified expression, because Shen Ming was already showing signs of fatigue. After he killed nearly 200 gangsters, the efficiency of arm wrestling dropped directly from one per second to one per 10 seconds. Originally maintaining the mode of violently crushing on the center line, someone started to press his wrist back a little bit.
Unable to change hands, he began to get tired, sweat dripped from his forehead, but the gangsters in front of him had already lined up the Sunset Street block, showing no signs of diminishing, and these shameless things were still calling for brothers Come and try your hand, and swear that you will not take the gold bars home, and you will never give up.
"You're so foolish." Xiao Yi sighed behind Shen Ming. She just felt that Shen Ming was brought into the ditch by Kanako. The impromptu appointment did not calculate the consequences at all, and did not leave a way out for herself, and added it casually. An agreement to chop hands is simply courting death.
"It's so interesting to watch them line up to fight obediently one by one!" Shen Ming smiled and turned over a gangster boy with big arms and waist, and stood up.
"What are you doing? Are you going to change hands?" The one-eyed Scar on the side would not give him this chance.
"Don't be nervous, one hand is enough to deal with you guys, take off your clothes, it's a bit hot." Shen Ming said as he took off his suit and threw it behind Xiao Yi, and took off his shirt. Chiguo's upper body, the muscles and scars all over his body were like the fangs of a tiger, and the hooligans in front of him trembled instinctively.
And Shen Ming's left arm, which had already defeated 300 people, was bloodshot to the point of crimson, like a branding iron just pulled out of a furnace.
"Come again! Come again!" Shen Ming sat back to his original position, continued to wrestle his wrists with his red right hand, one by one became more vigorous, killing more than a dozen in a row.
And during the speech, Kanako couldn't help looking at Shen Ming. The muscles and scars all over her body were telling bizarre stories to the people who saw them. There are thousands of stories in the stories, but they are all about Blood, arrogance, matters of life and death.
Kanako doesn't understand why Shen Ming, who doesn't seek fame or profit, is so strong and doesn't pay attention to bad guys at all, why he cares so much about her words. It's just that in order to satisfy her preferences, she doesn't hesitate to challenge the gangsters in Quandongjing, and to continue her promotional activities.
Just like his original promise, "On your way forward, I will be the vanguard running at the forefront, despise all threats, do everything you want, and all dangers, I will pack and take away for you..."
Kanako couldn't help being moved by this kind of man, but just a slight throb made her shake her head hard to dispel it. She shouldn't be like this, attracted by blood and muscles, obsessed with violence, she is no longer an ignorant 18-year-old girl, she should despise violence now!
Shen Ming fought all the way from morning to afternoon, and even ate lunch during arm wrestling. Such movement even attracted a TV station to come and report live, titled "The Strongest Arm-wrestling Competition in the History of Winter Beijing".
Shen Ming challenged the gangsters all over the country by himself. Ten gold bars worth 5 million Japanese dollars were placed on the table. The rules were simple and easy to understand. The winner could not only take away the gold bars, but also take away his arm.
The major TV stations have prepared the mosaic team and are waiting to watch the bloody live broadcast. The major TV stations are scrambling to report, but it is equivalent to a free advertisement for Kanako.
Without spending any money on the promotion, Kanako just appeared on the TV, and had the opportunity to introduce her anti-gang campaign slogan to the citizens of Dongjing and even Japan. The kind TV station even gave her the hotline of the campaign headquarters and the public account number for political donations.
However, there are also bad-hearted TV stations who call Kanako's behavior malicious hype, and the shirtless bodyguard with scars, Shen Ming, is her girlfriend with benefits.
All kinds of smearing, praiseworthy and bizarre reports emerged one after another. Whether it is a good name or a bad name, anyway, Kanako has become popular again. Xiao Yanjian’s campaign hotline has been blown up. The bank account reminded by text messages will express how much new funds she has entered every minute. In just a few hours, the account, which originally had only a few hundred thousand cigarettes, broke through the 6 million mark. This was also called the "Day of Miracle" by the later history of the Japanese election campaign.
Many candidates have a kind of sigh, "If you live in peace, how can you ask for friends?"
However, Shen Ming's fate had already made everyone see the blood. By 3 o'clock in the afternoon, his red arm had turned black, as if he had been poisoned. The high-intensity and continuous exertion caused the capillaries of the epidermis to burst, and blood beads flowed out along the pores, but he still refused to back down, showing no intention of ending.
Everyone seemed to be waiting, waiting to see the moment when he couldn't hold on to defeat. Nationalism made the audience in front of the TV show no sympathy for Shen Ming's experience. Instead, many people silently cheered for the gangsters in the big Japanese country, and the concept of right and wrong was completely distorted.
Finally, near dusk, Shen Ming met the biggest challenge, a humanoid monster with a height of 180 cm, a weight of 240 catties, and arms as thick as telegraph poles, a sumo yokozuna-level power king!
"This body of fat... I will never eat pork belly again in this life..." Shen Ming chuckled sweatingly.