"Brother, is he the deadly arm-wrestling king he was talking about? Doesn't he look pretty weak?" King Dali chatted with One-eyed Scar, the flesh on his face seemed to shake and fall to the ground at any time.
"Don't underestimate him. Since I called you here, he has won more than a thousand people by arm wrestling. Look at his hand, it's like black iron." Shen Ming, but he has indeed won all the way to the present fairly, which makes people have to admire.
"Really? But is that hand really capable of fighting me?" King Dali sat on the chair opposite Shen Ming with a smirk. The poor chair was slightly deformed by the fat on his buttocks. .
"Boy, I'm a yokozuna-level sumo wrestler—the one on the right, and I was given the nickname King of Strength. Seeing that your right hand is about to break, I won't bully you. Let's fight with your left hand!" member, but still retains a bit of athlete integrity.
"Do you want to keep masturbating in your right hand? It's so hypocritical." Shen Ming, who was so tired that his face was covered with sweat, was still arrogant and reluctant, and put his dark right arm on the table.
Being despised by others, he also had a fierce look on his face, "Boy, are you courting death?"
"The 'warm-up' is over, starting with you, I will do my best for everyone in the future." Shen Ming said calmly, but it attracted a burst of ridicule.
"Don't be ashamed, do you Chinese people like to talk nonsense?" Dao Scar also sarcastically said.
"Enough! Don't compete anymore!" Kanako finally couldn't stand it any longer, and stepped forward to stop her. She had already forgotten about the propaganda in her mind, and now she was only worried about Shen Ming's iron arm. "Let's go now, the event is over!"
"Let's go? That's fine, just keep your hands and gold." One-eyed Scar said with a sinister smile.
"It's okay, you continue with your work, I continue with mine, and I won't disturb you." Shen Ming looked back and smiled with a pale face from exhaustion, without the slightest fear or remorse, and never broke his promise to Kanako.
Kanako regretted it a little, why did she come here to make trouble so stubbornly, and let Shen Ming get involved in this kind of danger that didn't belong to him at all.
"Boy, you look down on people so much, let's play bigger!" Yifu drew two short knives from the back of his waist, and nailed the blades through the wooden board from under the sides of the simple table, just like piercing a window paper easy. Anyone who loses will be pierced through the arm with a short knife on the spot. The scene of blood dripping makes the mosaic technician who has been preparing for a long time already hungry and thirsty.
"Fat is fat, you are quite good at creating atmosphere." Shen Ming praised.
"Call Dad if you're afraid, and I'll let you lose quickly." Yifu smiled while shaking his fat body.
"Hurry up? Hurry up." Shen Ming's urging voice interrupted the arrogance of King Dali, a big hand like a telephone pole was placed on the table, and creaking sounds came from the metal table corners. Overwhelmed fast.
Shen Ming's black hand was held together with that fat hand, like the difference between an adult and a baby.
"Why? To this extent?" Kanako was stunned.
"It's ruthless enough, it's just so willful." Shen Ming grinned grimly.
"I won't let someone chop off your hand, even if everyone here is killed." Xiao Yi was ready to betray her.
"It's started!" The duel of the century officially started without a sound. The Vigorous King howled, and the muscles under the fat of his arms burst out with bomb-like power, suppressing Shen Ming's arm to a distance of only a few millimeters in front of the short blade. Looking from the side, it looked like Shen Ming's arm was about to break.
The arms of both of them were trembling, and the veins in Shen Minghei's hands were all bulging.
"Boy, it's really strong!" King Dali has wrestled countless wrists in his life, and he has never encountered such a strong opponent. You must know that he is a monster who can lift a sumo wrestler weighing two hundred catties with one hand, but there is no way. Push Shen Ming's arm down another 1mm.
"Understood, you are indeed not mass-produced garbage, and you do seem to have some strength." Shen Ming took a deep breath, "Give you a chance, say 'Diaoyu Island belongs to the Celestial Dynasty', and I can make you lose more quickly."
This provocation really exposed the blue veins on King Dali's forehead. You must know that he is very fat, and the veins burst out on his face, which means that he is so angry that his blood vessels are about to explode.
"Damn China dog! Die! Die! Die! Die!" King Dali roared angrily as he stomped on the ground, and every time he exerted force like a cannonball, Shen Ming's arm pressed down a few millimeters, and the tip of the knife was already His skin was cut open, and blood dripped down the tip of the knife.
The audience in front of the TV was shouting, the presenter was cheering, but Kanako covered her mouth with tears in her eyes, Xiao Yi was ready to go crazy.
But in an instant, Shen Ming took a breath, the power was transmitted upwards from the soles of the feet, and the muscle control technique was activated again. Shen Ming, like a monster, knocked down the powerful arm of King Dali on the table in an instant.
The reverse force was too great and too fast, Dali Wang still kept the grin on his face, and his arm had rotated 180 degrees. The dagger pierced Hercules' forearm, but that was no longer the cause of his pain.
Shen Ming twisted his upper arm bone violently, and Senbai's broken bone pierced through his fat and muscle, and penetrated out of his body. His arm took an unbelievable shape.
"Hey... are you kidding me?" King Dali's pupils widened in disbelief, but he had already lost feeling in his right arm, only the severe pain made him dull for 3 seconds, and he fell to the ground screaming.
With a bang, the table burst into a pile of sawdust like a flower. The scene was so shocking that the mosaic technician forgot to code the severed hand.
"It's a pity, the table is broken." Shen Ming smiled and bent over to pick up the ten gold bars from the ground, and looked provocatively at the gangsters lining up behind King Dali, "Change to an iron table and let's continue, but I said Alright, the warm-up is over, and the next step is to go all out, you'd better insure your right hand."
Shen Ming is like a demon god from hell, frightened a group of gangsters dumbfounded, speechless, many gangsters behind have left quietly, gold is very good, but it is not enough to exchange it with one arm, right? Everyone still wants to save the meal and masturbate!
"What's your name? People from the Celestial Dynasty..." Asking his subordinates to support the Strong King in his hand, the one-eyed Scar looked at Shen Ming with awe, and even changed his address.
"Shen Ming, from Shen's Security Office in Linhai City of Tianchao." Shen Ming said, turning his head but looking at the camera on the photographer's shoulder beside him and speaking in standard Japanese, "Listen to my name clearly, and see my face clearly , no matter where you are, I will find you, even if you die, I will dig you out of the grave. Use your blood to pay back the blood debt of my Shen family!"
Shen Ming's killing intent was released on the whole Japanese country, it was like a single person provoking a whole country. And at this moment, in an ancient Japanese courtyard, accompanied by falling cherry blossoms, two old men were playing Go, beside Shen Wan'er in a kimono, and Shen Ming's younger sister was quietly brewing green tea.
"Chongyang's adopted son... I didn't expect him to be alive. Judging by his muscle control skills, he must be nirvana." The old man who held the sunspot looked sideways at the TV and smiled, "Wan'er, please evaluate your cheapness." Brother?"
"I've met him in the Celestial Dynasty, and I feel that he has indeed become very strong, but he still can't learn to control his emotions. He rushed to our land for a little hatred, just looking for death." Shen Wan'er didn't even frown. After beating for a minute, he calmly put two cups of brewed tea in front of the two old people.
"Nirvana is indeed rare, but in front of my 'works', it is just a pedantic existence of the old age." The old man holding the white paper, wearing a white coat of a scientist, smiled and blocked it.
"Ignorant junior, let him be proud for a while. When he dies, Wan'er, I allow you to bury him with your own hands." The old man Heizi said generously.
"Thank you, President." Wan'er bowed respectfully.
Shen Ming became famous in the first battle, Kanako Canako and her anti-gang campaign slogan spread to every corner of Dongjing. It was a great irony that the Golden Treaty War ended with the gangsters in Dongjing fleeing.
What everyone sees is not only the weakness of the gangsters, but also the hope of the anti-gangster bill. It turns out that those vicious guys are not fearless, and they are just a group of uglier-looking trash in front of absolute power.
Kanako's election victory rate is increasing exponentially, and the same is true for Shen Ming's pain.
His right hand could no longer continue to drive SMART, so Akata and Leah were taught to drive the car. Sitting in the van, Shen Ming's whole body twitched.
"Give me the knife!" Shen Mingqiang gritted his teeth and said to Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi handed a fruit knife to Shen Ming, and saw that Shen Ming cut more than 30 incisions on his dark right arm in front of everyone. The splash landed on Kanako's face.
The arm was bleeding profusely, but Shen Ming leaned on the seat as if it had nothing to do with him, holding a bag of glucose, drinking in his mouth, and directly hung a blood plasma bag, and transfused blood into it from the other hand.
After three minutes of bloodletting, the bruises on his arm finally faded, and the blood stopped gushing out. But his face was also pale.
"You've gone too far!" Xiao Yi scolded while bandaging Shen Ming's arm, "Looking at how injured you are, if those hooligans hadn't been scared away just now, do you think you can keep your hand?"
"If you can't keep it, you can break at least 10 more, which is enough." Shen Ming's plan is not guaranteed, everything is luck.
"Mr. Shen Ming, ah Liado!" Kanako bowed from the bottom of her heart with tears in her nervous eyes. I am grateful to Shen Ming for helping me with my promotional activities, and I am also grateful for his persistence in almost losing his arm because of his willful demands.
"It doesn't matter, bodyguards are used to do these things." Shen Ming smiled.