The middle-aged martial arts master was still suffering. When he saw the excitement of the crowd around him, his expression became vivid immediately. He immediately ordered the two frightened children to hold the bronze basin again, and went to the crowd to collect "performance fees". This time, the enthusiasm of the audience was aroused, Where is the biggest five dollar bill like the first round just now? This time, people have thrown out ten, twenty, or even fifty dollar bills! A rich man with a gold chain even threw out a small stack of red banknotes! Seeing this scene, the middle-aged martial artist's dry face could not help but rejoice!
The wonderful time is always very short. Before long, the boy in black shook his hand. It seems that his hand was hurt by the completely unequal fight just now.
He walked up to the yellow haired gangster and gently asked, "Do you want more money?" The yellow haired gangster glared at him, spat on the ground, and said, "Don't let me meet you again."
The boy in black grabbed this handful of yellow hair and flung it onto the ground. He was facing the mouthful of thick phlegm, then rubbed it hard and said leisurely, "Oh, it's really bad. It's wrong to spit everywhere. What did you say just now?"
The yellow haired gangster spurted out a mouthful of blood, shouted crazily, waved his arm, and tried to catch the boy in black with a backhand. The boy in black would not give him this chance. He grabbed yellow haired hair and lifted him up directly. Before the yellow haired gangster put his hand on his clothes, he screamed in front of the yellow haired gangster's stomach, He flew out two or three meters again. It hurt so much that he could not even hum out. He sucked the cold air, wrinkled his face, and lay on the ground powerless.
"Jeet Kune Do - Side Kick!" The boy still remembered his interest in performing and loudly announced his move name, then Ada! Just like a famous kungfu star. As expected, this Ada! One sound immediately aroused the excitement and screams of the audience, and triggered a round of investment boom.
The boy in black walked over, pulled up the yellow haired gangster's head again and asked softly, "Do you want more money?" The yellow haired gangster's breath had weakened, and he still scolded: "I × you......"
The young man in black, who was originally light and calm, suddenly became ferocious when he heard this sentence, and his two pupils shrunk into two needle eyes like cobras. Before the yellow haired gangster finished scolding this sentence, he grabbed his head, knocked on the ground with all his strength, and kept asking: "Do you want more money? Do you want more money? I asked you whether you want more money!!!"
It seems that the young man in black had a sense of propriety just now. Although his hands were heavy, they were all skin injuries. He could get out of bed after a day or two of rest, and he would be just like a free man after a week of rest. Unexpectedly, the yellow haired gangster swore such a common dirty word. The black clad boy's hands became heavy, and he was almost about to smash the yellow haired gangster to death. He could not break his brains with relentless force!
At last, the yellow haired gangster could not move any more. The middle-aged martial arts master also found out about this, and immediately rushed up, stretched out his hands from behind, stretched out from the armpit of the boy in black, hugged his shoulder, and dragged him away. The boy in black had not loosened his hand, and even dragged the yellow haired gangster for more than ten centimeters, until the yellow haired gangster's hair was pulled down.
The middle-aged martial artist hurriedly advised: "Chen Xiang, don't fight again. Didn't he scold? You can spare him! If you fight again, you will be killed!"
It turned out that Chen Xiang, a boy in black, had no mother since he was a child, and his father did not know who he was. He was a genuine orphan, and could not bear to be scolded. If anyone dared to scold him, Chen Xiang would surely kill him.
It can be seen that the middle-aged martial arts master's strength is not small. He drags Chen Xiang, a boy in black, away. Chen Xiang is still unhappy. He extends his foot as if he had kicked a football and kicks the yellow haired gangster's head. He turns out the yellow haired gangster's bloody face. The whole person, like being bounced by a spring, turns over in the air, turns over to the ground and touches the ground again.
Chen Xiang, a young man in black, took two breaths and got rid of the arm of the middle-aged martial artist. He stopped himself and patted his ashes with trembling hands.
After taking a deep breath for two times, Chen Xiangyao adjusted his ferocious face like a devil in hell, showed a harmless smile again, and bowed his hands to the spectators around, saying: "My fellow villagers, have you seen the real kung fu of fist to flesh and blood? If you are satisfied, please give us some pocket money, which will be regarded as our way to eliminate the evil and pacify the good. Thank you, everyone! "
The middle-aged martial artist sighed. He was a little surprised that the young man had adjusted his mood so quickly this time. Seeing the crowd around him who saw blood, he shouted excitedly. Then he poured money into the bowl of the children on patrol. After a while, the bowl was completely full. The children on patrol had to press their hands to continue.
The rest of the little gangsters were helping each other to escape. The boy in black, the murderous god without long eyes, blocked them and said with a smile, "You want to go now? Take out all your money!"
The gangsters stared at each other blankly, knowing that they were really not the opponents of each other, so they obediently took out all the money they had and put it in the hands of the ugly but vicious young man with trembling hands.
The performance soon ended, and the grass team also packed up and returned to the cheap hostel they rented.
In the dim light, the middle-aged martial artist was smoking dry cigarettes, frowned at the ground, and finally opened his mouth as if he had made a decision.
"Chen Xiang, this time, I really can't take you with me. Look... we are acting together, and we have caused some trouble. Although you are not wanted, the police in the police stations around know about you. If I take you with me again..." The middle-aged martial artist said in some embarrassment.
Chen Xiang, who was lying in bed leisurely eating cucumbers, said, "It doesn't matter, Uncle Five. I've learned all your skills anyway, and I don't even have a decent internal skill. It's really a shame. Now I don't have to run with everyone anymore. I have my own way! Don't Uncle Five know how hard my life is? Ha ha ha~"
Uncle Chen naturally knew that the boy had a hard life and a harder heart, but he always felt a little embarrassed. After all, many conflicts were solved by this young boy, and he felt a little guilty. Although he was a martial artist, he really didn't have any high-level internal skills, and could only be regarded as a crop trick that could not reach the top. Chen Xiang is a martial arts fanatic. He wants to learn more advanced internal skills, but he has no way to provide them to him. He is also very guilty. But I took my children out to earn money by performing on tour instead of fighting on tour. If I took Chen Xiang with me again, I'm afraid my grass team would not need to take him anymore.
