Chapter 1089 Don't be afraid, Brother Ye covers you!
Fujima Shunyang had some unique skills. Faced with the crowd's siege, he calmly kicked the table out to block them.
There is not much space here and there are many people on the other side, so it is impossible to completely trap him.
Behind Fujima Junyang was the toilet. He fought and retreated, and shouted to Jiang Yun and Zhang Xiaoshu: "You retreat to the toilet, I will stop them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted up a chair and threw it towards the two strong young men who rushed towards him.
The blow was so powerful that the two young men were knocked unconscious on the spot.
"oh oh……"
The two women were already frightened and hurriedly followed Fujima Shunyang's instructions and hid in the toilet, locking the door and not daring to show their heads.
Fujima Shunyang pulled two table legs down and used them as short sticks to hit the students.
Everyone did not expect that the gentle man in a suit could be so good at fighting. They no longer held back and rushed forward desperately.
At this time, on the small platform outside the window of the private room, Ye Fan squatted there with one hand holding the window, watching with excitement what was happening in the private room.
He held a big apple in his other hand, eating one bite after another with relish.
"Oh, no wonder Fujima Junyang can be so calm in front of so many people. It turns out that he is also an extreme warrior!"
Ye Fan clicked his tongue and exclaimed, "It's a pity that he only exceeded the limit, not twice the limit, otherwise these people really wouldn't be enough for him to fight!"
Fujima Junyang looks fierce, but in fact he is already weak.
There were too many opponents, and they were all athletic students who practiced martial arts. Their whole bodies were covered in tendons, and their ability to withstand beatings and physical strength were not comparable to those of the little gangsters outside.
Moreover, the opponent also had more than a dozen main players who practiced Sanda. They worked together to successfully suppress Fujima Shunyang's attacks and slowly took the initiative.
Originally, Ye Fan planned to go in, but he provoked a conflict with Noboru Matsushita, which led to a group fight and involved Fujima Shunyang.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaoshu, the king of assists, actually skipped this link.
If it weren't for her repeated provocations, Noboru Matsushita might have endured the humiliation and left in humiliation.
"Hahaha, I have to reward Zhang Xiaoshu with a chicken drumstick later. This woman is so honest in her work!"
Ye Fan snickered secretly, changed his strategy in his mind, and stood on the sidelines.
Fujima Junyang was attacked by everyone on his own. His fists were hard to beat with four hands, and he soon couldn't hold on any longer.
Coupled with the fierce attack of the dozen or so students practicing Sanda, they soon found the flaw and beat him to the ground.
As we all know, the most taboo thing in a fight is to have an unstable lower body. Once you fall to the ground, it is basically difficult to get up.
Fujima Junyang was lying on the ground. Before he could stand up, those people swarmed up and kicked him wildly.
It was as if he had been trampled by a herd of wild buffaloes, and his back was kicked with a "bang bang" sound.
This kind of kicking method, let alone an extreme warrior, even a warrior who is two or three times the extreme will have to admit defeat.
After all, before the five times limit, it is difficult for the energy to penetrate the body, let alone protect the body.
For an ordinary warrior with two or three times the limit, his defense power is basically sustained by the strength of his own muscles.
Fujima Junyang was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up. His clean and neat suit was covered with dust and there were countless footprints.
Matsushita fought for a while, and when he had almost vented his anger, he asked everyone to stop.
At this time, Fujima Junyang was already a little groggy. His face was covered in blood and he looked very embarrassed. He was not as elegant as before.
Matsushita Noboru felt so happy that he grabbed Fujima Junyang and snorted coldly: "Weren't you very cool just now? Are you shabby now?"
"You... you're done!" Fujima Junyang groaned with blood in his mouth: "If the Matsushita Sacred Tree finds out, you... you will definitely... be beaten to death..."
Matsushita's face tightened, his eyes rolled, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and pretended to be disdainful: "Bah, we juniors beat us, only cowards will go home and complain!
Fujima Junyang, whenever you want to regain your place, just say hello and I will take care of you!"
"Okay...you, please remember this sentence!" Fujima Junyang's breathing was a little rapid, and his consciousness began to become blurry, but he heard Matsushita Noboru's words.
He is a very proud man. He was beaten by Noboru Matsushita today. He really has no intention of going home and complaining. He just wants to beat him back in the future.
At this moment, Fujima Junyang's cell phone suddenly rang.
Matsushita Noboru's expression changed, "Who is it?"
Fujima Junyang snorted, "It should, it should be my father!"
"Fujima Nagao?" Noboru Matsushita felt uneasy, let go of Fujima Junyang, and said: "That's it for today, I will never let you go next time!"
Immediately, he led a group of companions and hurriedly left the private room.
Fujima Junyang collapsed on the ground, leaning against the toilet door, with severe pain in the bones all over his body.
As the younger brother of Fujima Junyao, he naturally practiced martial arts since childhood.
It's just that he doesn't have the talent of Fujima Junyao. After practicing for many years, he is just an extreme martial artist.
The family decisively gave up on training him and let him practice slowly on his own.
And Fujima Shunyang lives in the shadow of his brother, and has been comparing everything with him since he was a child.
He is very conceited and feels that since his brother's martial arts talent is better than his own, he must beat him in other aspects.
Therefore, Fujima Shunyang studied hard and devoted all his energy to his studies.
But now, martial arts, which he had always looked down upon, has become what he wants to learn most at this time.
If he had not given up on martial arts at the beginning, he would be a warrior at least two or three times the limit now.
No matter how many people there are, what's the use? I can definitely defeat them all!
"It hurts so much, I regret so much..."
Fujima Junyang sat on the ground for a while, regained some strength, slowly got up, and sat on a good chair.
Although his martial arts level is not high, his endurance and recovery ability are still far beyond ordinary people.
It was just a bunch of punches and kicks, most of which were in the back and missed the vital points. After a rest, nothing would happen.
"Fujima-kun, are they gone?"
A small crack appeared in the toilet door, and Zhang Xiaoshu's timid voice came from inside.
"Hmm..." Fujima Junyang nodded feebly.
After receiving his answer, Zhang Xiaoshu and Jiang Yun walked out of the toilet tremblingly.
She saw Fujima Junyang slumped in a chair, with a lot of blood on his face and dirty body. She quickly walked to him and asked worriedly: "Fujima-kun, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Fujima Junyang waved his hand and smiled in front of him: "Just rest for a while, don't worry."
Jiang Yun felt very guilty, "Teng Zhenjun, I'm sorry, they hurt you because of me. Let's go to the hospital, and I'll pay for the medical expenses."
"It's really okay."
Fujima Junyang gently lifted up his tattered shirt and looked at his chest and abdomen. There was no trauma inside, but his back and waist hurt. It was probably a soft tissue contusion.
In this case, it would be useless to go to the hospital. The best the doctor could do was give him some topical ointment.
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.
Jiang Yun and Zhang Xiaoshu's hearts suddenly rose to their throats.
"What...what's going on here?"
I saw Ye Fan standing at the door, looking at the messy private room in shock.
"Ye Fan, you're here!" Jiang Yun stood up and walked towards Ye Fan, "Just now Matsushita Noboru came to me with a group of people, and Teng Zhenjun was injured by them."
"Huh?" Ye Fan's face suddenly turned ugly, and he came to Fujima Junyang's side in a few steps, "Where are you injured?"
"Mr. Ye, I'm fine." Fujima Junyang was surprised at first, and then smiled bitterly: "It turns out that Miss Jiang's guest is you."
"Yeah." Ye Fan nodded, "I think there is a bit of misunderstanding between us, so I asked her to help save a dinner. Sorry, I was late, otherwise those boys couldn't hurt you."
"Mr. Ye, I don't blame you." Fujima Junyang shook his head and smiled, and said politely: "My father and Matsushita Shenshu have never dealt with each other, and Matsushita Noboru came to trouble me, which I expected.
It’s just that I was a little overconfident, I didn’t expect so many people to come.”
Ye Fan put his hand on Fujima Junyang's shoulder, and a gentle energy poured into his body.
Fujima Junyang suddenly felt that the pain in his body dissipated a lot, leaving only a strong sense of soreness and swelling.
"Mr. Ye...thank you!"
"It's a joke. You haven't hurt your internal organs or meridians. You can recover as before after two days of rest." Ye Fan smiled and turned to look at Jiang Yun: "What does Panasonic want to do with you?"
"He...he didn't know where he heard the news, saying that I was dating other men, so he brought someone here."
Jiang Yun was very aggrieved, her eyes were a little red, "It's all my fault that Teng Zhenjun suffered such a disaster."
"It's not entirely your responsibility." Ye Fan waved his hand, "If I hadn't suggested that you invite him out to meet, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened."
Zhang Xiaoshu looked at Ye Fan timidly, snorted slightly, and whispered: "It's just that you can't escape the relationship..."
"Xiao Shu!" Fujima Junyang frowned and shouted.
He was not as unreasonable as Zhang Xiaoshu, and he asked himself that what happened today had nothing to do with Mark.
After all, Ye Fan was well-intentioned, how could he know that Matsushita Sheng and those people would follow Jiang Yun?
Besides, even without Ye Fan, he and Jiang Yun often met because of Zhang Xiaoshu. Even if he didn't meet Noboru Matsushita this time, he would still meet him next time.
"Okay, you were blamed for Zhang Xiaoshu, and she was right." Ye Fan frowned and stood up, humming in a deep voice.
"Noboru Matsushita dares to disturb my guests, but he won't give me face! Fujima, don't worry, I will definitely help you get justice!"
With that said, Ye Fan was about to leave.
"Mr. Ye!" Fujima Junyang quickly grabbed him, shook his head and said, "This is my matter, please let me solve it myself."
"...Okay, every wrongdoer has his own debtor, and Panasonic will hand it over to you." Ye Fan smiled faintly.
"However, I can't just sit back and watch. Let's go together. I want to see what this kid is capable of and how dare he be so arrogant!"
"That's fine." Fujima Junyang nodded, "With Mr. Ye here, Matsushita Noboru will definitely not be able to make any waves."