"Ha, ha, ha!" Han Chengxin seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He gasped and said, "Even if the sky falls and the ground sinks, ants won't move out of their homes." Fatty Zhou nodded his big head up and down and said regretfully, "It seems that when words can't solve the problem, we can only rely on force."
Han Chengxin waved his hand and said proudly: "With a knife on my neck, I have no choice but to resist. Brother Zhou, I am always welcome!"
Fatty Zhou's face darkened and he sneered, "Okay, okay, Brother Han is indeed a tough guy, but don't let the hard iron turn into mud!" He threw this sentence and turned to leave. Zhou Xiong couldn't suppress his anger, clenched his fists, and said in a loud voice, "Fatty, Red Ant may not be a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, but it's not a place where you can come and go as you please."
"Hehe, what do you want?" Fatty Zhou grinned, revealing two rows of yellowed broken teeth, but his small eyes stared at Zhou Xiong vigilantly.
"I heard that you are afraid of death, so you invited a group of experts," Zhou Xiong wiped his fist and said contemptuously, "I just want to learn from you."
The fat on Zhou's face was throbbing. After a long while, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Zhou Xiong, I can promise you now that your death will be ten times more ugly than others!"
"Then prove it to me now!" Zhou Xiong had a hot temper and got angry. He swung his fist and smashed it hard at the annoying fat face in front of him.
He used all his strength in this punch and his speed was not low, but Fatty Zhou actually dodged it, or rather, he was pulled away by someone.
Behind him, a thin young man of 1.70 meters grabbed his collar and pulled back. The 200-pound fat man Zhou flew three meters away and fell to the ground with a "thump", just like a wall collapsed. Zhou Xiong's punch didn't hit him, but the force of the fall made him lie on the ground groaning and unable to get up for a long time. Just when he was about to curse, he looked up and saw the man who pulled him, and swallowed back the dirty words in his heart.
Zhou Xiong was also startled, and looked up and down at the thin young man. He looked about 24 or 25 years old, and his appearance was ordinary, nothing special, but his strength was so terrifying that people dared not underestimate him. He took two steps forward, walked up to the young man, lowered his head and looked him in the eyes, and praised: "My friend, you have great arm strength!"
The young man had no expression on his face, and said calmly, "If you want to do it, hurry up. I don't want to hear any nonsense."
Zhou Xiong's face changed slightly, and he said coldly: "My friend, you are so arrogant..." Before he could finish, the young man turned around and walked out while saying calmly: "It's still nonsense." Zhou Xiong had never been insulted like this before. The blood in his body rushed to the top beam, and he shouted loudly, reaching out to grab the young man's collar. The young man had his back to Zhou Xiong, but the back of his head seemed to have eyes. His upper body leaned forward, and then he kicked back with his left leg. "Pah!" With a sound, his heel hit Zhou Xiong's wrist, and his palm bounced away. Before he could react, the young man half turned his body and tapped Zhou Xiong's stomach with his toes. Unexpectedly, the other party moved so quickly. Zhou Xiong secretly shouted "good", and shouted in a low voice. He didn't dodge and took the other party's kick. When the young man kicked, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He kicked it, and the other party's stomach was hard, not as soft as a normal person. He knew something was wrong, but it was too late for him to retract his feet. Zhou Xiong stretched out his big hands like iron clamps, grabbed his ankle, and then he channeled his energy into his dantian and exerted force with one arm, swinging the young man away.