Of course, this guy cannot be Liusu's brother. Liusu subtly instilled in some of the difficulties that inevitably happened to marry her, he emphasized countless times that she was an only daughter, so her mother insisted that her future son-in-law must have a house...

If I think I am stronger than Chu Yuan from childhood and am sincerely envied by that girl, it is probably because of the keen physiological and psychological reaction nerves. The latter is reflected in random thoughts, usefulness or use, and half of the intention + lust. The former is directly reflected in the sports power and explosive power that are not very consistent with the harmless appearance. []

The gentle man who called me a niche but had a obviously whiter face than me was like a leopard that had been lurking in the grass for a long time. Suddenly, he caught the opportunity and jumped up, and bit my prey with ferocious sharp teeth. What I reacted was not only my brain, but my body was not slow, but definitely more reliable than the absurd reaction in my mind. I didn't hide but instead welcomed him, and kicked him up and kicked him at the lower abdomen.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the white-faced young man, his body was like a top. After the last step of his left foot was down to the point, he rotated strangely. The fist he swung and the foot I kicked out were all lost. The two were dislocated back to back, and the wind in his ears became windy. I was shocked and sweated in cold sweat. Before I could turn my head, I raised my arms to block the side of my brain. The forearm hurt. It was the fist he swung back and after he rotated and dodged my foot, which turned around and swung over, like an iron rod. I seemed to hear the moans of the bones.

This guy’s movements are very fast, and his close-fitting skills make my scalp numb. He is a trainer!

I have never met a difficult Jianjiazi since I was a child, but this is the first time I have met a Jianjiazi who is so ruthless, so cruel, but so deceptive...

I am not a Jianjiazi, at most I have rich experience in fighting. I have suffered a lot of losses from Jianjiazi. I know what the biggest difference between them and non-professionals like me is that they will never use one move, and will never have the confidence or arrogance of their opponents. They will always keep the back move, and there will be another blow until the opponent lies down. Therefore, when they fight, they often do not have the momentum of fighting with big openings and big closings like hooligans, but in an understatement, they can knock down a man with big openings and big closings and play to death...

My martial arts value is not as high and perverted as the tassels, ziyuan or Viagra as they imagined. The glorious record of losing less and winning more is because I understand the difference between a scholastic son and a non-scholastic son. Therefore, the people who defeated are mostly those with reputation or fierce appearance but not skilled, and at most they can barely be considered second-rate. When I encounter a ruthless young man like a white-faced young man, I will 100% climb the wall and escape and avoid fighting. Occasionally, I run faster than the wingers who are good at speed in my school football team. The person who is knocked down under the wall is me. I am notorious, and it has never been because I have a good fight.

, but it is 'easy but difficult to deal with'. I have an indomitable obsession. After suffering losses, I will sooner or later get the opportunity to be alone and make money back. Therefore, real trainers usually don't want to have anything to do with me, because except for girls who are so beautiful that they can cause trouble, there has never been a small group around me. It can be considered to be alone, beat me up, and there is no face if I win. It is not difficult to win, but afterwards, I have to be worried about being sacked by me in a sack. As the saying goes, it is easy to avoid hidden arrows and it is still a matter of being humble to be...

Having said so much, I actually want to explain one thing: two moves, if you include throwing a bottle of wine, it is just three moves. After these three moves, I know that I can't beat this white-faced young man. Not only is he a trainer, but he is also a trainer who doesn't mind being despicable and shameless in sneak attacks. He barely avoids one punch and blocks one punch. The next move, at most two moves, he can knock me down...

I have never lost in a fight, nor can I afford to lose, but if I lose for no reason now, it is definitely not a question of being beaten to the future. This is directly related to whether Liusu and I can leave the seed bar safely tonight. If the white-faced young man is the arrangement of Mr. Zhang, then I will miscalculate tonight. If he has nothing to do with Mr. Zhang, then it is the biggest change tonight, which is in line with the saying "Man is not as good as God is to calculate"...

Make an assumption, if Dong Xiaoye hides in a corner and observes and protects me, then does she have a reason not to appear when she sees me being knocked down and ravaged by this white-faced young man?

Let’s make another assumption, if Dong Xiaoye appears or does not appear, the Zhang family colludes with Lin Yunan’s “professionals” arranged by the gangster, is there anything else to worry about? If she doesn’t appear, it proves that she doesn’t come. If she appears, it’s just a tiger that can’t beat a pack of wolves, not to mention that my tiger is just a mother…

In contrast, the bet with Sima Yang is the least important...

I can't afford to lose today!

As expected, the white-faced young man turned sideways and hit his knee, which was smooth and sharp, and hit my chest. Even if I jumped away after being lucky, I would definitely lose control of my body because of the embarrassment, and then lose even worse. In desperation, I grabbed his neck collar with my backhand and pulled it hard, hurting the enemy by eight hundred times, and hurting one thousand five times... I gritted my teeth and ate his iron knee with my help, but he also smashed him with his injured head. Both of them retreated at the same time. His nose was bleeding and my chest was churning. But he saw that he was red and I barely stopped and did not fall down. So at first glance, he suffered even more losses.

Everything was just a flash of lightning, and everyone couldn't react at all. My chest was overturned and I couldn't even speak. If that guy rushed up again, I could only pull Sima Yang beside me over as a meat shield. But Brother Sima is a literati, and I guess he would have to lie down after meeting him...

From the surprise and expectant eyes of the Zhang family, we can judge that the white-faced young people were not their intentional arrangements. The two of them exchanged glances, and the content was very clear. Seven percent of the equity transfer was a condition that they could not accept. For this reason, it is worth their risk. Of course, there is a premise, that is, I fell down and see if Sister Hu came...

The situation was not optimistic about me. The person who was smart but was mistaken for intelligence suddenly became me. Just when I secretly called it bad luck, the thin and tall manager Ma took a step forward in time, blocking me and the white-faced young man, and said with a flattering smile: "Master Su, this Mr. Chu is the friend of the little boss. You are making me embarrassed."

The white-faced young man wiped the bleeding from his nose with his sleeves and returned to his initial indifference. His face was expressionless and his eyes were focal, but in his plain tone, there was a faint sense of hostility, "It's her friend, she should drink the wine she invited."

This manager surnamed Ma is not amazing, half a head taller than me. If he didn't hunch over, he was about 1.9 meters tall. He looked like a slave, but he was not a simple person. If he was careful, he would find that his standing posture was strange. His feet were slightly separated, one in front and one behind. The left foot behind seemed to be solid, but in fact he was lifted. Only the toes were touched on the ground and his calf trembled slightly, proving that the leg was stretched out. Once kicked out, there was a shattering force. Although he was bent over, his right elbow was extremely low and his center of gravity was pressed, like a bow and arrow that pulled a string. Although I was standing behind him, I still felt a terrifying feeling of being pointed at the middle of his eyebrows. Not only did he have no flaws on his body, but he exuded a strong force that was completely opposite to his expression and tone. It was a determination to attack but not defend, but only advance but not retreat...

Who is this guy? Who is his boss? He called the white-faced young man who looked at at most thirty-one or two and looked only twenty-seven or eight, and said, "Master Su". I guess the other party has a great background, but why did he stand on my side so simply?

I was surprised, and the two of Zhang family and Sima Yang were even more surprised. Only Liusu turned around in shock and hurriedly ran over to help me rub my chest and relieve my breath. She glared at Master Su like a kitten with a tail stepped on.

‘Master Su’ was indeed a martial artist. His eyes came from bottom to top. There were obviously two pauses on the left foot and right elbow of the manager named Ma. Then he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight with me and said lightly: “Ma Dalei, how dare you fight me?”

"Don't dare," Manager Ma looked sleek smile of a merciless businessman, but his body did not relax and remained full of bows. He smiled three points sincerely and seven points in a pretentious smile: "When wearing military uniforms, I have been advised and promoted by Mr. Su. When I was in the capital and fell, I also directly or indirectly inherited your favor from Mr. Su. The young man was not buried under the imperial city. I have to thank Mr. Su. You didn't kill him all. I remember this kindness in my heart... But isn't our cheap life sold to the big boss now? Not to mention the kindness of taking in, even if I'm just a single

Those who work must be worthy of the salary I received. Besides, you are not unclear about the relationship between the little boss and the big boss. Although they are not related by blood, they are as painful as a girl. The little boss’s friend was injured here. When he was angry, the big boss gave me some eye drops and put on a pair of shoes. I was not as simple as being swept out to continue begging for food. Not to mention that I have too many enemies to count, you, Mr. Su, can also crush my bones and ashes, right? Haha, although this bar is small, it is big, and the only place I can accommodate..."

A young man with a Beijing accent waved his hand and took out a box of Zhongnanhai that cost several dollars. He pulled out one and held it in his mouth. He was at least a round older than him but said he was "Su Master" and hurriedly took out a lighter, but the young man with a white face handed me the cigarette. When Liusu saw him approaching me again, he hurriedly blocked me nervously, just like Sima Yang's attitude when he handed me cigarettes, "He doesn't smoke!"

The manager surnamed Ma showed a little appreciation, but nine points of surprise. The white-faced young man didn't care. He was just stunned and muttered in a low voice, "It's interesting. Although this cigarette costs a few cents a piece, it's the first time someone said he didn't want it..."

"Su Zhuliu, the eldest young man in the capital?!" Zhang Li, who was as deep as the sea, exclaimed in a burst of voice, but Liusu, Sima Yang, and Zhang Mingjie were confused and had never heard of this name...

【ps: I was so busy that I was dizzy. I came back in the middle of the night last night. This chapter was yesterday. I will update it today later. I have to go on a business trip in the afternoon...]
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