Midnight Tea House? It turned out that the people from Midnight Tea House came to the door. Is this man the power behind this tea house? It seems that the time to come will come. I thought that after the 13th Young Master died, this incident would have passed.
"We didn't kill the Thirteenth Young Master." I said, this is indeed not ours, I'm afraid he will count this to us, this pot, I don't want to recite it.
The middle-aged man said that he knew that the Thirteenth Young Master had leaked the client’s secrets and was killed by someone. It was normal. Even if others did not kill the Thirteenth Younger, he would kill the Thirteenth Younger sooner or later. This boy broke the rules. May be alive.
"Couldn't it be okay to be forced by someone pointing a gun to the head?" I asked.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "Rules are rules, and no one can be broken, otherwise it would be death!"
I sighed, that guy was really pitiful, he was made into a kite with human skin, and he had to carry a pot.
"Forget it, get back to business, what do you want?" I asked.
The middle-aged man chuckled: "Do you know how much money this teahouse can make for us in a year? Just the underground battlefield alone, the profit in a month is millions of dollars, so you dare to make a big fuss in the teahouse? "
The middle-aged man does not say "I" but "us". It seems that the power behind the teahouse is not alone.
"If you don't make trouble, what do you want to do?" I looked like a broken jar, so I can drop it whenever I want it, and it's a big deal with you.
"I don't want to do anything, the thirteenth youngster is dead, and now we lack a person to watch, we are all abroad, you can make a big mess in the teahouse, it shows that your ability is not small, if you sit in this position, our business will be wiped out." Middle-aged The man said, "Otherwise!"
The middle-aged man suddenly slammed the wine bottle into Fatty’s head, only to hear a bang, the wine bottle was broken into scum, and the fatty’s head was full of blood, and the fatty was worthy of being a real man. He raised his head and looked resentfully. Hold him.
The person in charge of the teahouse, to be honest, is a fat man. If he invites me normally, I might consider it, but he persecutes me like this and beats my brother and wants me to do things for you. There is no door! There was no discussion about this.
"I'm not interested, but tonight, I must beat you up, otherwise it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart." I said.
"Oh!" the middle-aged man said lightly, then took a sip of red wine and waved to the two black men behind: "Throw them three to me from here."
The two blacks nodded, then one carried the fat man and walked to the side of the roof, and the other came towards us.
"Brother, save me, you old black monster, there is a kind of let me down, see if I don't beat you to death!" The fat man kept struggling on the shoulders of the black man, but it was useless. The black man was carrying two A hundred catties fat man actually didn't have to work hard at all, he is definitely a master of masters.
When another black man came in front of us, he suddenly faced us with one foot and one foot. It was said that the weight of the fat monk was able to hide away quickly, but I couldn't hide it, and hurriedly used both hands to block back. What I didn't expect was that, His strength was amazing, and I was kicked straight back, and there was no room to fight back.
The speed and strength of the black people are high, and there are no extra moves. They are quick and accurate. This is a Sanda master!
I hurriedly backed away. After keeping a little distance from him, I snorted and waved vigorously. It's so numb! 49 e-books
"Be careful, this black man is not easy to deal with!" said the fat monk.
I nodded to express my understanding and told him to save the fat man first, let me deal with it.
The fat monk uttered an "um" and rushed towards the fat man. The black man wanted to intercept, but at this moment I silently gave him a sweeping leg, and he had no choice but to jump away.
"Your opponent is me, dead nigger, ok?" I don't know if he can understand Chinese, anyway, my English is more than 30 points. It would be nice to say OK.
The black seemed to be able to understand, and he scolded me with a mouthful of northeastern accent: "I'm going to your second uncle!"
I rely on, this foreigner has become more sophisticated, and he is more standard than the people in the Northeast say.
The black man clenched his fists, his body kept swinging back and forth, and his feet swayed crazily on the ground.
I set up my horse, clenched a fist in one hand, and turned my palm in the other, carefully observing the rhythm and swing of the black man.
Suddenly the black man slammed a punch, but my eyes didn’t blink, because it was obviously a fake action. He took it back after a second. He suddenly slammed a punch again. This time I turned my head and hid. Past, then a palm slashed at his wrist.
He seemed to look down on me a little bit and didn’t hide. When I hit him, his hands shuddered like an electric shock. He was obviously numb. He kicked out, and after I landed on my own, a big windmill overturned.
But this black man is really strong. I kicked my feet as if I were okay, except that there were two more shoe prints on my chest.
After being beaten back by me, the black man finally got serious. When he rushed over again, the strength of his fists and feet increased by one-third. It seemed that he had saved his strength just now, and he was very serious about hiding or exhausting my attacks. Blocking.
On the contrary, I was the one who had the upper hand just now. Later, I was pressed and beaten all the time. I couldn't stand the strength and speed of the black man, but I was barely able to stand in a stalemate.
Damn, we amateurs, there is still a gap between professional thugs, do we have to rely on the upper body of the heroic soul, no, the current situation, I have no space at all, it is estimated that I was beaten up during the time of chanting.
The black man seemed to be a little anxious. Although he had the upper hand, he had never been able to take it off. After he took off the suit, his veins became violent.
The black man yelled and slammed his fist at me like raindrops. I used my palm to control most of his strength, and then bumped his elbow, knocking him back three steps.
This is the yin and yang method of Maoshan Ghost Dao. It uses yin to control yang and softness to overcome strength, just like yin and yang gossip. It is a bit similar to the theory of Tai Chi, but it is not the same. I used to think it was useless because Tai Chi is the old man’s flower fist embroidering legs. It's okay to exercise. It can be used to fight. Some children are playing house. I didn't expect to use this trick subconsciously just now to counter the blacks.
The black man was a little stunned. Originally, he suppressed me, but he reversed suddenly. And I didn't do anything just now. Compared with his strength, I was far behind, and I could only hide. This time it was resolved. , Foreigners simply don’t understand our theory of overcoming rigidity with softness.
The black man became a little irritable, and he rushed over and fisted me. I resolved them one by one, and then took advantage of my strength to throw the black man away. The harder he hits me, the more he hurts myself. After a while, I tossed myself badly, spit out mouthfuls of scarlet blood, and one of my teeth broke.
(End of this chapter)