Chapter six hundred and eighty eighth gold three fat
"Oh, are you calling me? I really wish I didn't know you!" Zhou Ming turned to look at the fat man who still smelled of urine and said, even though he knew very well in his heart that this fat man should be a ruthless character.
, but he was also brave as a skilled person, so he twisted his wrist and asked pretending to be confused.
"You are the only one in this place, and I won't talk to the air!" Fatty said with a serious look.
"Oh, I didn't hear anything, but I still smelled something, um... a smell of urine, or a woman's urine!" Zhou Ming ridiculed, having to admit that this guy was there.
He has attainments in certain areas and has mastered some of the techniques of the rich second generation.
If Ye Tian were here, he would definitely recognize this as the fat man who was squeezed out last in the restaurant. He would not agree with Zhou Ming's conflict with this fat man, and would probably let Zhou Ming leave immediately because this fat man is too ordinary.
It is difficult for ordinary people to find any characteristics in him, but in fact, the more such a person is, the more dangerous he is. However, Zhou Ming is not very clear about it. He does not know that there is a price to pay, and soon he will
I paid the price of ignorance.
"Young man, there are many sharp-tongued people these days, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they die young, because they are far less useful than fists. If you know something you shouldn't know, you want to hear it.
It's very difficult to spit it out again. The only way is to shut up forever. Of course you are innocent and unfortunate. I will pray in front of God!" After the fat man finished speaking, a powerful wave suddenly burst out around him.
The murderous aura enveloped Zhou Ming tightly, and Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment. He had no idea that such a fat man with the smell of urine on his body could actually be an extreme master, and fear had already arisen in his heart.
Zhou Ming's expression naturally fell into Fatty's eyes. Fatty took advantage of Zhou Ming's dazed moment and punched Zhou Ming in the heart. This guy directly wanted to kill Zhou Ming with one punch.
"call!"
Zhou Ming took a breath of cold air and decisively moved back. Unfortunately, the speed of his fist was too fast, and it hit him in the blink of an eye. In desperation, Zhou Ming bit the bullet and stretched out his arms to protect his heart.
"Bang!"
The fist hit Zhou Ming's wrist hard, and Zhou Ming's body suddenly turned upside down. He felt as if his internal organs had been moved out of position. "He kicked and stared..." He took several steps back and leaned on him.
The impact on the wall made his back numb. If he hadn't been in the toilet and the walls were blocking him, he would have been able to fly several meters away.
Master! A terrifying master, reaching the same level as Brother Tian! This is what Zhou Ming felt at the time. This person can defeat him with one punch. If he were to kill him, he would definitely die with only three moves at most.
"Boy, commit suicide. I won't kill anyone who has no power to fight back!" Fatty glared at Zhou Ming proudly and said sinisterly. It was obvious that he had treated Zhou Ming like a plaything.
"Hmph, you may not be able to kill me!"
Although Zhou Ming has resigned himself to his fate in his heart, he is still stubborn in his words. This is a matter of a man's integrity.
"Then I'll let you die a miserable death and go see the Lord of Hell first!" The fat man roared, took a step forward, and punched Zhou Ming's head.
"Bang!"
Just when his fist was about to hit Zhou Ming, a figure suddenly rushed in and hit the fat man with the same fist. The two fists clashed head-on.
"You must have the consciousness to be killed when you kill someone!" Mo Yang said coldly after throwing a punch. This guy was a little acclimated to the country for two days, and now he has a stomachache. He just finished tossing in the room and hasn't gone to the toilet yet.
, Ye Tian went back, and before he could say a few words, Zhou Ming went to the toilet first. He originally wanted to go to the toilet in the room, but after thinking about it, he went to the public toilet. Unexpectedly, he didn't go into the toilet.
I heard voices inside.
"Kick! Kick!"
The fat man took two steps back, hid his sore fist behind his back and kept trembling. He stared at the person who came in. He was dressed in black clothes, tall and tall, and had a stern face. This was a simple man.
But looking at the angular man, especially his face that fifteen people could look at for half a month, is enough to prove that this man is not a good person, especially when he punched with eight points of force and was actually received.
After he fell down, he was shivering in pain, and he didn't even tremble. In fact, he didn't know that Mo Yang was also in pain. It's just that this cold brother always buried the pain in his heart and never showed it, so he misunderstood.
Judgment.
A powerful character. I don’t know how Zhou Ming got into trouble with this person. It seemed like he was going to be in trouble. Mo Yang’s mind flashed for a moment, then he tilted his head towards Zhou Ming, and Zhou Ming walked out knowingly.
"Who are you? Get out of the way if it's irrelevant!" Although Fatty is not very sure of defeating Mo Yang, he still has confidence. The main thing is that he must rush to kill Zhou Ming and prevent the news from leaking out, otherwise his master will not let him go.
Got his.
"Killing!" After Mo Yang said this, he kicked the fat man in the head. His sudden attack almost made the fat man suffer a loss. He never expected that this cold young man would take action at his word.
"roar!"
The fat man turned sideways to avoid Mo Yang's attack, and then punched Mo Yang's lower abdomen. This punch was fierce, tricky, and extremely fast. Mo Yang was originally in the middle of an attack and had no time to withdraw, so he could only forcefully punch him.
He bent down, and as soon as he bent back, the fat man's fist swung at Mo Yang's chin again, which was simply a series of killing moves.
"Bang!" The two bodies were intertwined and almost hit each other. Fortunately, no sound of broken bones was heard.
Mo Yang did not retreat. To be precise, he could no longer retreat. He stretched out his forearm to block the punch, and took two steps back to stabilize his body.
"What a hard fist!" Mo Yang groaned inwardly, vaguely feeling that he had never seen this type of punch before.
"Nice young man, I haven't come out in the past few years. I didn't expect that a person like you would appear, but it's a pity!" The fat man's words were self-evident.
"I also feel that it is a pity. I think that the famous Jin Sanpang has now become someone else's lackey. He came out to perform a task and was peed on a woman's head just to pretend. The taste is getting worse and worse. What you are doing now
If your disciple Nan Batian knows about your actions, how can you still hang out in the world?" Just as Mo Yang was about to speak, a lazy voice came from the door, with ridicule and ridicule in his words.
