Wu Yong: Since ancient times, to capture the thief, capture the king first! The anchor’s strategy is correct! (appreciative face)
Zhuge Liang: Well, there is no problem with seeking skills, but I don’t know how powerful the anchor is. (questioning face)
Guan Yu: Looking at the enemy's strength, I'm afraid... the odds are against them. (serious face)
Xiang Yu: Don't try to boost other people's ambitions or destroy the prestige of the anchor!
Bruce Lee: 6666!
…
"Stop it all!" He called to the men who were gathered around him. He dug his bald little fingers into his ears, swung his way through the crowd with a figure-eight move and came forward with a smile, "What did you just say? You want to challenge me to a duel?"
"That's right! One on one! Do you have the guts?"
"Hmph! That's enough! Done! I will practice with you today!"
"You, please think clearly, I, I have practiced before!"
"Haha, really!?" As he spoke, the bald man pulled open his clothes, and immediately, the terrifying tattoo was revealed.
A green dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, an old cow on the waist, a perfect figure in the world, aside from other things, his bald head alone is as thick as Zhang Xiaoqiang's leg.
As expected of a black man, the gaze from his bald head was almost like spitting out fire, but all Zhang Xiaoqiang could shed at this moment was probably tears.
"Let's start!" He clenched his fists, and the bald man's finger bones made a series of snapping sounds. He twisted his neck and moved forward steadily. On the other hand, Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a wilting rabbit, hopping left and right.
"Hmph, come on, hit me!!" Within two seconds of the opening, the bald man punched himself twice in the cheek, signaling Zhang Xiaoqiang to hit him.
This was naked contempt, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was happy when he heard this.
What I thought was: Emma! There is such a good thing! Which angel sister gave me this great gift! When the limelight is over today, I will definitely serve you well with smoking and drinking tomorrow.
After saying that, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw out a hundred punches, hitting the right side of the bald head's face.
"Bah!" The voice was clean and clear.
However, the expected KO did not appear, and the bald man did not move at all. Instead, Zhang Xiaoqiang said "ouch" and took a few steps back with his fists in hand.
"Have you finished the beating?" He opened and closed his mouth twice, touched his shiny forehead with his bald head, and then his eyes narrowed: "You've finished the beating, then it's my turn!"
After the words fell, the bald man stepped forward and punched horizontally. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't even have time to react. He flew straight out like a kite with its string broken, and fell heavily to the ground a few seconds later.
"Damn it! You still have to challenge me to a duel like this! Come on! Give me a lesson!"
"yes, Sir!"
Following the bald head's command, fists and kicks rained down, and Zhang Xiaoqiang was surrounded and beaten by four gangsters.
Guan Yu: What am I saying? Anchors can’t do it. (proud)
Xiang Yu: What a cheat! (despise)
Zhu Bajie: The anchor was beaten and earned one million a month! (smiley face)
Bruce Lee: 6666!
As a sexy otaku, how could Zhang Xiaoqiang withstand such atrocities
No, after a while, he felt that his consciousness began to blur.
And at the critical moment when Zhang Xiaoqiang's life was in danger, the system sound that had disappeared for a long time appeared again.
"The live interaction begins, and the person with the highest reward will receive management rights."
Then the "stream of consciousness" began to scroll, and prompts appeared one after another:
Xiang Yu gave the anchor 0.1 Yangshou coins.
Zhang Fei gave the anchor 0.1 Yangshou coins.
Hu Sanniang gave the anchor 0.5 Yangshou coins.
Sun Wukong gives the anchor 0.3 Yangshou coins.
…
Bruce Lee gave the anchor 3 Yangshou coins.
"Rewards are over, counting..."
"Congratulations to Bruce Lee for getting the right to manage live broadcasts!"
As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Xiaoqiang's whole body immediately trembled involuntarily, as if he had typed "a hundred words".
Seeing this scene, the gangsters around them subconsciously stopped their movements.
The bald man also sensed that something was wrong inside, so he stepped forward and said, "Fuck! What a fucking waste! This is going to end! Hey, boy, why don't you pretend to be dead for me!?"
After saying this, the bald man kicked Zhang Xiaoqiang on the back.
His blood was gushing, and at this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that the ancient power in his body was surging wildly.
However, the bald man's kick completely disrupted this balance.
At that moment, a stream of bastard spirit burst out from the depths of Zhang Xiaoqiang's "chrysanthemum".
"puff!"
Accompanied by the "sweet and domineering" sound, all the bandits dispersed. Everyone, including the bald man, covered their noses and retreated!
That's right! At this critical moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang farted.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's fart was so powerful that he drove away the gangsters. It was unprecedented and unprecedented.
After waiting for more than a minute, the gangsters finally recovered from the aftertaste of the smelly fart.
The bald man rubbed his shiny forehead and jumped towards Zhang Xiaoqiang in anger.
"Damn you! You're playing tricks on me! I have to kill you today!"
The castration was fierce, and the veins in the ligated muscles of the bald head were raging, like dragons swimming in his veins.
When he got closer, the bald man raised his right fist and struck it down angrily on Zhang Xiaoqiang's curled up body.
at this time! ! Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was lying on the ground almost like a dead man, suddenly jumped into the air as if he had been beaten to death.
Then he shouted loudly: "I'm going to fight!!"
The bald man was stunned when he heard the sound, and then a size 42 striped shoe in front of his eyes was like a giant dragon flying in the sky, rushing towards his face!
"Snapped!"
Take to the air! Turn around! As if being whipped by a leather whip, the bald head turned backwards like a top.
Then 180 degrees, 360 degrees, 720 degrees, the body turned faster and faster, and finally formed an illusion, raising sand and dust.
When the turning point weakened, the settled bald man swayed and fell limply to the ground.
The whole place was shocked, the gangsters were all dumbfounded, and the reversal of the plot made them look at each other.
But they soon realized what was happening and turned their attention to Zhang Xiaoqiang's location.
only…
Without waiting for the gangsters on the field to take further action, hip-hop rap suddenly sounded in the air:
"One step forward, a left hook and a right hook! Anyone who offends me is in danger!"
"Use the nunchucks quickly, hey hey!"
Wind blows on the soles of my feet! Fast as lightning! Zhang Xiaoqiang got a discarded skipping rope from somewhere, tied a knot in it and made it into a nunchuck.
But just such a "shabby" thing was suddenly played by Zhang Xiaoqiang, making him look cold and angry. With little effort, the bandits were knocked unconscious and fell to the ground by his lightning speed.
End the trend! Stand still! Zhang Xiaoqiang made a very elegant POSS, immediately touched his nose, and his eyes fell on the last bandit.
"You, don't come here! If you come here again, I'll call the police!"
He hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket, but because he was so nervous, he actually dropped it on the ground.
The last bandit was dumbfounded at this time. He looked left and right, looked back and forth, and then seemed to have made some decision. He resolutely drew the Senhan machete that was thrown to the ground by the bald man just now, and then waved his backhand and used the knife to do it. The stick hit his forehead hard!
Looking at the bald head again, after a short rest, he gradually regained consciousness after being kicked and fainted.
It's just that the big face that was originally strong and clear now looked like a disaster scene bombarded by a nuclear bomb. Tears, feces, and blood were everywhere, and the swollen flesh was almost the same as the gourmet Goubuli buns.
The bald head obviously hadn't figured out what was going on, and he looked around at the men lying on the ground.
At this moment, the back of his neck suddenly tightened, and then the whole person was pulled off the ground with strong force. After standing completely upright, the bald head could see the other person's face clearly!
"Yes, it's you!?"
"Huh! It's me! Remember this, and don't do such dirty things to humiliate women next time..."
After a pause, Zhang Xiaoqiang reached out and pulled off the small psoriasis advertisement posted on the wall, stuffed it into the bald man's mouth, and said while stuffing it: "This time I asked you to eat paper, next time I will ask you to eat glass!! "
After saying that, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned back and jumped up. At the same time, he flew out with a kick and steadily kicked the 2-meter-high street lamp into pieces. The glass was splashed everywhere and the light was dim.
Looking at the ghostly figure that gradually disappeared into the darkness, the bald man murmured in an extremely trembling voice: "That, that's Lee...Bruce Lee!!"
(End of chapter)