"Well, I'm sorry that you are a man. Since you say so, I'm not polite."
Mourning Jiu was worried that Liao Wenjie would turn his back on him, and Tian Weiqiang was eager to hurry him. He strode over several times and raised his legs to use the first move.
Lift your pussy feet!
Killing chickens without hesitation is cruel and cruel.
Liao Wenjie observed the kung fu of Mui Jiu and Awei before. They were inferior to the Thai Boxing Man that night. The Thai Boxing Man could not break his iron cloth shirt, not to mention the two men.
Therefore, he didn't pay much attention when he fought for the ninth funeral.
Knowing that the trend of shoulder and waist crotch swinging is not right, I quickly backed away with a dark face and narrowly avoided this leg.
It's embarrassing to pretend to fail.
Fortunately, the problem is not so big. He has always been eloquent and can return to the round.
"Hey, why did you avoid being beaten up in three moves?"
Mourning nine is powerful and unforgiving: "Like you, you dare to boast that you never lie, I... he~~tui!"
"I don't boast. If I say no, I won't fight back, but..."
Liao Wenjie's face was frozen: "People in our generation who practice martial arts pay the most attention to martial virtues, but this is not your capital to play rascals. If your three moves are all inferior, then I don't need to let you."
"Hum!"
Mourning Jiu was unconvinced and snorted. He opened his mouth to see the leader on the bar. Suddenly, Tian Weiqiang shouted in his ear.
"Ah Jiu, why bother? Hurry up and hit him three times. Awei can't stand it."
On the wooden ladder leading to the second floor, Wu Luoxi and Morris beat Awei violently. Tian Weiqiang sent all the remaining younger brothers, which was enough to stabilize the one-sided situation.
But even so, Awei was also beaten all over with injuries, and his fists and feet were not as fierce as they were at the beginning.
Tian Weiqiang is very upset that he has no younger brother to protect him.
"Eat me!"
The Ninth National Congress of the Communist Party of China gave a shout, and his feet firmly stepped on the ground. The straight fist hit Liao Wenjie fiercely, like a sandbag.
Liao Wenjie grunted, his body involuntarily stepped back three steps, his eyes flashed with panic, and the veins on his neck were clearly visible.
"Hey hey, I thought it was so awesome. It was just a fake."
Seeing Liao Wenjie's chin tremble slightly, the ninth mourner knew that he was trying to bear it and hit him with a fist. At the same time, he shouted, "Stand still, you martial artists should remember martial virtues. This is the second punch."
Bang!!
Liao Wenjie stepped back and sat down on the sofa in the elegant seat, his face flushed.
"Ah Jie, are you all right?"
"Pretty boy, can you do it? If you can't do it, it's our brothers."
"No, it's not in the way..."
Liao Wenjie held his breath, stood up and stepped forward with difficulty: "I will fight back after the last move."
"Hum, the last move will kill you!"
Mourning Jiu's eyes were crazy. After two attempts, he used all his strength in the last blow.
Accelerate and run quickly on the spot. After two steps, the whole body gathers strength at the waist. The whole person flies horizontally, with his feet together like a big gun, and kicks Liao Wenjie in the chest.
"I know you can't help it."
Liao Wenjie's face relaxed. His waist was not sore, his legs were not painful, and his face was not red. He took a right step to avoid the flying kick of the dead nine.
Nine people were lost in the air, so I realized that I had been cheated. Martial arts and other things are bullshit.
Bang!
He fell to the ground, and a carp stood up
Liao Wenjie quickly stepped forward, and the iron sand palm was energetic, regardless of the combination of hardness and softness. He slapped the dead nine on his face and directly slapped the carp into a splash.
Mourning Jiu spurted blood from his nose, tears flowed uncontrollably, and his vision was blurred. He covered his face and rolled on the ground.
Liao Wenjie grabbed the wooden stool beside him and looked at his forehead.
Why not use iron sand palm?
Just now, the slap was eager for success. As a result, the force was too strong. Ten percent of the force returned to thirty percent, injuring the wrist.
After several stools were swung down, Liao Wenjie felt that he was not comfortable with the stools. He looked at the three stunned senior managers and said, "What are you doing? Come and help!"
"Ah? Ah! Ah --"
The three were stunned for a short time, and they directly lifted the tea table and pressed it on the nine mourners.
When Li Xiao and San Li felt pain in front of Li Jiu's fists and feet, the senior manager saw that nothing was wrong with him, so he simply sat cross legged on the tea table and suppressed the strong counter attack of Li Jiu by himself.
Don't move like a mountain!
"Bastard, you have to backtrack and never fight back after three moves."
Unable to open the tea table, I had to protect my head with both hands to block the fist and foot that made Li Xiao and San Li painful.
"Don't be silly. People in our practice of martial arts speak of martial arts morality, but that also depends on the target."
Liao Wenjie shook his head slightly and said with scorn, "You villain bastard, everyone has to punish you. How can I speak martial arts?"
Liao Wenjie was a little relieved when he saw Mourning Ninth being beaten so badly. To be fair, he could not beat Mourning Ninth without taking advantage of it. Mourning Ninth could not beat him, and no one could do anything about it.
Five to five!
But it's OK to play this way once or twice, too much... He's afraid of catching some strange habit.
Because it's really comfortable to be beaten. It's like cultivating iron cloth shirts with the help of external forces. The more fierce others fight, the stronger their ability to resist.
This kind of practice method is not only shy of speaking, but also too wonderful, which sounds more unreliable than the cultivation of mental strength in dreams. Liao Wenjie decided that it would be better to use less. In the future, he would never be beaten passively unless he really could not fight.
"Mr. Tian, you are the only one left. Do you want to compete with me? You are a gentle man. I will let you do three things."
Liao Wenjie rubbed his wrist, bent down to pick up the film on the ground, and looked up at the light source.
"Ah Jie, you are right. It is better to struggle to death than to wait to die."
Tian Weiqiang sweated on his forehead, pursed his lips and said, "I swear that if you destroy the film, I will give you 30 million yuan!"
"Mr. Tian, the stolen goods were found at the same time. Come back to the police station with us."
Wu Luoxi and Morris settle Awei and the rest of the younger brothers, walk up the second floor with a body injury, and easily subdue Tian Weiqiang.
"It's laughable that people get stolen goods at the same time. Where can people get stolen goods at the same time?"
Tian Weiqiang's hands were buckled, his greasy face pressed against the wall, and he burst out laughing: "Ah Jie, I am serious this time. As long as you destroy the film, it will cost a lot of money. Moreover, you will be the guest of our Tian Group, money and women, and I will give you whatever you want."
“……”xN
Hearing the words, not only the three senior managers swallowed saliva, but also Wu Luoxi and Morris changed their faces. The first three were moved, but the last two were really afraid that Liao Wenjie could not resist the temptation and destroyed the film on the spot.
Thirty million yuan is enough to change one's mind.
"Money and women, together with the guests of Tian's Group, can make your career and love complete..."
Liao Wenjie sighed with emotion: "Mr. Tian's temptation to me, a poor and white young man, can't be refused. It's a pity that you have a god in your head. Your money is too hot. I'm afraid I can't sleep well after taking it."
"Ah Jie, are you crazy? If 30 million yuan is not enough, I will add 20 million yuan. A total of 50 million yuan!"
Tian Weiqiang struggles desperately and adds another 20 million yuan to Liao Wenjie.
"Two police officers, can you shut him up? If you go on, I will go."