Even though it was winter, the old man's lean face was so frightened that a cold sweat broke out. He rubbed it with his sleeves and looked at the excited crowd. Isn't the pressure so great?

On the other hand, that young man actually acted as if nothing had happened. His eyes were at a forty-five-degree angle, looking up at the sky, pretending to be serious. Could it be that he was really the boss of the Panlong Gang, and he had nothing to fear, or was it just an empty city plan?

A liar.

As the boss of thieves, in addition to being proficient in technical work, the key is to win the hearts of the people, otherwise it would not be his turn to do this job for a man who is almost in his fifties.

I heard before that the Kong Kongmen have collectively stopped stealing. Now they are left with the sole control. Someone dares to challenge his bottom line today. This is worth investigating.

"Chop him."

"Chop him..."

My brothers have long been impatient.

"Do it." The old man closed his eyes and made a decision. Who cares who he is? Kill Shen Jiang.

About twenty thieves rushed towards Zhang Zhong and Tang Ni with knives in hand.

Ordinary girls would be so frightened that their legs would weaken when encountering this situation, but Miss Tang's eyes were so excited that she took off her sneakers, and her unladylike hands were like two whirlwinds.

, opened his bow from left to right, and fanned with great joy. He knocked down three or two of them every time.

Zhang Zhong waits for the thief to approach, and then throws a left hook, or an elbow, or if it's more boring, he just steals the peach, and hits him accurately every time.

The two of them were just playing. One had bare hands and the other had a pair of shoes.

Classmate Zhang Zhong frowned at a certain rotten girl who only had a pair of socks on her feet: "Can you please, don't take off your shoes right after a fight, it's so unladylike.

Classmate Zhang even suspected that the thieves were fainted by smoke.

Miss Tang actually made a difficult face shape like a little mouse on her big face and said: "Since Mr. Zhang doesn't like it, I won't do it in the future!"

This coquettishness makes one's chicken skin fall off the floor.

Now the old man who holds the world in his sleeves is swinging with both feet, and all his men have been knocked down. If he escapes, it is not loyal enough. If he doesn't escape, isn't he looking for a fight? Even if he has been around for more than 20 years, he will be beaten.

Jiang Hu was also a little uneasy at this time.

If an old man like me was beaten up by two young men, where would he put his old face?

"Take your brothers, stop being thieves, and do something serious." Zhang Chong said to the lean old man.

The old man was completely stunned by Zhang Zhong's words: "You won't hit me?"

He was completely shocked by the sudden change. How could there be such a talkative young man in this world who could forgive others when he was in an advantageous position?

"If you want to be slapped, slap yourself twice." Zhang Zhong didn't expect that the other party would commit two offenses at such an old age?

"Papa." The old man really slapped himself twice.

At this time, classmate Zhang Zhong's face froze. He wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything anymore and left with Tang Ni.

The two of them arrived at the entrance of a shopping mall, and Tang Ni said something to the security guard at the door: "I am the only one who has the right to rule in heaven and on earth."

The security guard took a piece of black cloth and covered her glasses.

Tang Ni motioned to the other party to cover Zhang Zhong's eyes.

The other party nodded.

Zhang Zhong, who was kept in the dark, felt a little confused and confused.

Tang Ni's kung fu is very good. I used to think that this girl was good at both hands, but today it seems that it's not that simple. Just when she beat the thief, she obviously didn't try her best.

This place is very strange. You have to cover your face when entering to ask for an incision. Could it be that this is the territory of the underworld?

No, if it was the territory of the underworld, getting rich would probably be mentioned to me.

When the destination arrived, the black scarf on Zhang Zhong's head was lifted.

He opened his eyes and found that he was a little uncomfortable. The light in front of him was too bright.

This was originally at dusk, and there was a bit of yellowish light outside. But hundreds of lights were lit here, and it felt like the projection of sunlight at noon.

The positions of the two of them were actually extremely forward.

It seems to be a reservation.

Then I looked around and saw that it was dark and filled with people.

There are fashionable young men and young ladies, rough guys in vests, and even tofu-eating godfathers wearing gold and silver and hugging the little loli next to them.

When I raised my head, I could see an iron railing surrounding the stand that was three meters high and ten meters square.

The situation was no different from the boxing ring on TV.

"Now I'm going to invite Mr. Tang Zhongchuan from Tangmen in Sichuan Province to play against France's Onis."

said the host wearing a shirt on the stage.

Zhang Zhong looked curiously at Tang Ni beside him, and saw that Tang Ni had an excited face, her eyes were wide open, and she seemed to be about to fly out of her sockets and fly to the stage.

"You invite me to watch the game?" Zhang Zhong looked at Xiao Nizi's face.

"Don't all men like to watch passionate things?" Xiao Nizi looked at the stands with an expression of ecstasy.

"The tickets for this game will cost a lot of money!" Zhang Zhong really couldn't understand why Xiao Nizi, who was usually frugal and frugal, was bleeding so much?

"No money!" Tangni waved her hand.

No money? Zhang Zhong looked at Tang Ni and then at the rostrum. She seemed to be somewhat related to the old man from the Tang family?

"He won't be yours..." Zhang Zhong looked at the godfathers who were holding little lolita and chewing on them.

"It's not what you think, he is my father."

Oh, it seems that I misunderstood.

"The game begins." the host shouted.

Zhang Zhong's attention returned to the stage. Tang Zhongchuan, wearing an old-fashioned Chinese kung fu suit with double front and round mouth cloth shoes, made a gesture.

The Frenchman named Onis stretched his muscles, fisted with his hands and circled the stage with his feet, running, ready to attack at any time.

"Come on." Tangni couldn't hold it in anymore and stood up and shouted.

"Sit down." Someone from behind held Tangni's shoulders.

Tangni turned around and stared at the other party fiercely, then sat down.

The potbellied middle-aged man behind her proudly bit the ear of the 17 or 18-year-old female companion next to her.

"Whoosh." Onis moved and punched Tang Zhongchuan's upper plate.

Tang Zhongchuan is good at blocking.

"Bang." The two of them bumped into each other.

Onis shrank his hands in surprise.

Tang Zhongchuan wrinkled his hair, his face showed a glimmer of light, and he waved towards Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhong saw Tang Ni waving in response excitedly.

At this time, Onis's second wave of attacks had arrived.

The knees of the two people collided violently. This time, Mr. Tang did not take advantage of him. His legs shook twice, and the foreigner stood on tiptoe on the ground and shook.

Mr. Tang gritted his teeth and stood up again.

Onis had already rushed over, grabbed Mr. Tang's waist with one hand, and carried him on his shoulders like a king carrying a cauldron.

Mr. Tang's hands were waving in the air, but he couldn't reach the other party's body.

"Throw him away."

"Throw him away." The people in the stands were excited.

Zhang Zhong noticed a gust of wind blowing around him, and Tang Ni jumped up from her seat, stepped on the head of the person in front of her, and rushed to the stage.

"Come back." Zhang Zhong yelled, but little girl couldn't hear him.

"Who stepped on me?" The spectators turned their anger towards Tangni.

Tangni jumped onto the stands regardless and shouted at the foreigner: "Put him down."

"Okay." The foreigner had a teasing smile on his lips and threw Mr. Tang in his hand.

He was about two meters tall, and this throw was like being hit on a stage. If he landed on the ground, Mr. Tang would lose half his life.

Speaking of late and soon, Tangni bent down, half-kneeling with her legs, and raised her hands to pick it up.

Mr. Tang's fall may have weighed more than 200 kilograms.

Tangni felt that her palms were numb, her knees could not bear the huge weight, and her body was about to fall down.

It seemed that not only was he unable to catch the person, but he himself had to fall down.

Just when she thought she was bound to fall, she felt a hug from behind holding her.

Who can actually bear a weight of nearly three hundred kilograms?

Tang Ni let go of Mr. Tang, turned around, and saw a guy with a dog-tailed smile on his face, waving to the audience from the stands.
To be continued...