"Well, Ninth Brother, right? I know you are very busy right now. I don't really want to stop you, but..."

At some unknown moment, Gui Wangda had quietly stood up, with his hands behind his back, palms facing outward, standing with his face splayed, and the facial features on his face looked like he had just finished a quarrel without paying attention, and he was far away and extremely distorted.

.

He didn't notice whether other people had noticed him, and he didn't have time to care. He leaned tremblingly on the wall behind him, thinking about his next countermeasures.

You can't just squat here all night!

It looks so bad!

What's more, the ground is so cold that even cats and dogs don't want to sleep on the ground...

There is no reason. Brother Jiu lost his temper and was hit on the head. Logically speaking, this matter should be over and he can leave. Please explain...

Ninth Brother and his younger brothers are now playing a fun game. One moment, the former reaches out to ask for money, and the next moment, the latter takes it back...

I really can’t understand...

When Ghost King Da couldn't quite understand, he subconsciously touched his forehead. This was his usual habit of thinking about problems.

The fingers of his right hand just touched the inexplicable big bump on his forehead, and his body immediately reacted, trembling slightly, and the range of movement was not very obvious.

It hurts, it really hurts, it hurts so much!

Fight on the street.

I thought that Ninth Brother was just showing off, just hitting him three or four times easily to show off his power in front of his younger brothers. I didn’t expect that he would actually do it and use dirty tricks. I didn’t feel it at first, but when I realized it,

His forehead is probably as big as a steamed bun.

It's not that Ghost King is exaggerating. He hasn't even rubbed or rubbed his forehead, just touching it...

He kept complaining in his mind, and tentatively tapped his forehead with his index finger. A heartbreaking pain instantly spread throughout his body, causing him to involuntarily open his mouth slightly and make a look.

Didn’t Brother Ninth know that he was a two-time free fighting champion, but he still... took action?

Are you taking advantage of the large number of people to bully the small people?

Fortunately, he was merciful and only hurt his head. He didn't dare to use force on his limbs. He was probably afraid...

It's good to have scruples. He can control Ninth Brother to some extent, and maybe the latter will be happy and let him go.

He just lost money and accidentally got a gambling table. He didn't do anything else that was outrageous and unreasonable.

There is no such thing as unrepaying gambling debts.

Is it really a joke to hurt someone?

From beginning to end, apart from stumbling around and bullying the mute table who had legs and couldn't walk, he didn't even touch anyone who could speak.

Without him, he has a serious game next month and he has to take good care of himself.

This is on the one hand, professional needs. He is a person who attaches great importance to jobs that can bring him food and drink. It can be said that he put his thoughts on free fighting competitions on ditch girls. I'm afraid he will

It’s been three years since I’ve had two.

On the other hand, he is now surrounded by so many younger brothers. Although they may not be his opponents in total, no matter what, he has something wrong first, and then relies on his skills to beat people, just...

...not good!

This shows how professional he is.

In a word, the honor of being a two-time champion that he is praised for is not adulterated in the slightest. It can be said that he achieved it with every punch and kick, and it is very important.

Ghost King Da suddenly narrowed his eyes, and as if playing a movie in his mind, he quickly replayed the scene of his victory, which made him feel excited. The big bump on his forehead, which was swollen higher than his fist, no longer hurt much.

As long as you don't touch it casually, that's fine.

When he had injuries on his legs and arms, he heard the doctor say that there were bacteria on his hands. No matter whether he was injured or not, or if he felt that the wounds were small and invisible based on his own subjective judgment, he could touch them without any burden...

...

This is very wrong. If it is lighter, it may cause inflammation and infection of the wound, requiring anti-inflammatory injections; if it is heavier, it may cause death in minutes.

Ah this...

To be honest, Gui Wangda really doesn’t remember the doctor’s voice and smile. He must have been ugly or just average, otherwise he must have had an impression. You know, he has a photographic memory for beautiful women and handsome men.
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Take his own appearance as an example. One day, after he went to the toilet, he happened to see his face and couldn't help but be surprised. He was so handsome that he could look at it for thousands of years.

Not to mention Quanxiangjiang, just take the people in the Elite Center as an example. He dares to bet on Director Chen's duplicitous character. Looking at it, no one can compare with him.

This is really not a boast, but a matter of fact. He is even a little humble, because he is worried that someone will be jealous of his incomparable face at night and plot against him halfway.

When doing things, whether it is for yourself or for society, it is better to remain unknown.

Just like him, he is as low-key as he is. He knows martial arts, does he sing around? He is the founder of ancient Chinese boxing, does he talk about it everywhere?

None!

Even the two-time Kickboxing Competition Champion, who is loved by the citizens of Xiangjiang, has to be announced by the competition organizing committee. It’s not a bad thing to say, but worry about it.

That's what he said, but Ghost King Da always felt that it was not in line with his life principles, but because of his face, he didn't do much to stop it.

The key is that refusing is useless!

Suddenly realizing that he was thinking too far, he quickly shook his head, closed his eyes and opened them again, reorganizing his thoughts.

What he wanted to express was that although he didn't have much memory of the doctor's appearance, he had not forgotten his sincere instructions.

Therefore, even though he knew that the area on his forehead was burning and probably had a tendency to continue to swell, he stopped touching it.

Life is too precious to be wasted on small wounds.

What's more, he still has very important things to do.

Don't get me wrong, he is not that courageous. He wants to take revenge on Brother Jiu, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a bag for a bag, and suddenly punch the latter to let him taste the feeling of having a bag on his head.

He has the strength, but he won’t do this!

There is no way, he is just so well-educated.

What's more, once you fight, you don't know when you can return home.

I have lost all my money, my mood has reached rock bottom, and I still have thoughts of fighting.

On this occasion, there is no benefit to him whether he wins or loses. No one raises his hand and looks excitedly at the thousands of spectators to announce that he is the champion;

bonus...

This is Jiu Ge Casino, where there are only countless punches and kicks.

No matter how good his martial arts skills are, his two fists will never be able to beat his four kicks. Over time, he will always get bruised and bruised.

If he walks out of the casino with a pig-headed head, it is already foreseeable that he dares to take any bets, and he will definitely be in terrible decline on the front pages of major newspapers tomorrow...<

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If this is the case, next month's competition will definitely be cancelled, which is cruel...

With no opponent, how will he win the championship, how will he get the bonus, and how will he realize his great wish of buying a house, a car, and a wife?

Even considering his appearance and Kung Fu status, this wish can be easily realized, but there is a saying that goes like this: The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows.

What if...

It's like being beaten first, being hit several times without being able to fight back.

I’m so angry!

Today's sobriety, as long as a certain condition is missing, he will not be so embarrassed.

Anyway, he won't do anything anyway, but there are some things he still wants to say, such as Brother Ninth and his gang of brothers insist on calling him by his name...

Fight to the death!

The tone of voice is extremely mocking.

At this point, he couldn't bear it.

Just blow his head into a big bag, it is compensation for his ignorance and bumping into the gaming table. To a certain extent, he asked for it.

But it is wrong to use foul language to insult people.

Everyone has dignity and feelings. He will shed tears when he hears sad and sad words. He is also like this.

Although he usually looks careless and careless in games, in fact... he is just like that.

But when he actually heard someone scolding him unscrupulously, Gui Wangda still felt a few ripples in his heart, not big, but the number was better.

It's nothing, just forget it. It's just that Brother Jiu and his others are so rude and hurt others. He must and has the obligation to stop it. Besides being good at martial arts, he is also very kind-hearted.

....

He is really not boasting. There are countless people like him who are so enthusiastic about maintaining peace and stability in Hong Kong on one hand.

As if he had discovered a great secret, Ghost King Da lowered his head slightly and sighed as quietly as possible.

It’s hard to be a good person!

His series of psychological activities and subtle movements and expressions like those of an opera actor were not noticed by Ninth Brother or the younger brothers present.

However, what he said seemed to be very polite, but in fact he interrupted them like a bastard, and Ninth Brother listened.

If he hadn't been in a good mood at the moment, and if he wasn't dizzy due to the confusing actions of his younger brothers, Ghost King Da would probably have another big and obvious bump on his forehead.

When it comes to giving "red envelopes" to people, there may be a second time...

If the Ghost King likes something, he doesn't mind giving it to him at any time. It doesn't take any effort on his part. All he has to do is stretch out his right hand, spread his fingers, and put his middle finger and thumb together. After that, he takes a big breath and says,

Aim the former's head and use a little force.

Jump!

My brain collapsed.

Cool!
To be continued...