Volume 1 [The Milk Tiger Looks at the Mountains and the Mountains Without Edges] NO.25 Black Fist Night
[Answer: When Nai pushed the girl, the one who shouted "No, no, no, no" was the girl. The one who panicked and asked "What do you want to do?" was the lolita. =.= Please transfer the recommendation vote. 】
At 8:40 pm, Zhang Bi put on a pair of black cloth shoes, bought ten rolls of bandages from the infirmary, sprinkled them with diluted glue, and waited for Xia Zhen at the school gate.
The compacted bandage becomes very flexible and can be wrapped around the fingers and ankles to ensure that the force is strong enough without leaving any gaps on the contact surface. It can also protect the contact points, such as finger joints and elbow joints.
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One minute and forty seconds before nine o'clock, there was a roaring sound of a motor in the distance. The roar of the engine made the entire night sky tremble. Pedestrians on the road looked sideways. The young couple looked over in search of the sound. A taxi
The yellow supercar with its approaching lights appeared at the intersection and made a beautiful turn.
With a crunching sound, the speed of the car dropped from a sudden drop to a sudden increase in less than a second. Then a few seconds later, it stopped one meter in front of Zhang Bi with an extremely exaggerated tail flick.
"That's so fucking cool."
"Holy shit, this is so cool, so deep and powerful."
Two animals were gnawing on the cones, and they were so surprised that they had their faces covered with cream.
The Lamborghini's engine roared twice more. Xia Zhen, who was accustomed to showing off in front of others, hit the accelerator twice. The power of this supercar was fully demonstrated.
The scissor door opened, Xia Zhen ran out, stretched out her waist, and then breathed a long sigh of relief: "Cool~~"
"How's it going? Our driving skills are awesome."
The proud Xia Zhen raised her chin, and her big eyes looked like a child showing off.
Zhang Ben was secretly surprised: This girl is very good at racing.
Looking at the excitement from an outsider's perspective, Zhang Ben didn't even have a driver's license, but that didn't stop him from thinking that Xia Zhen had good driving skills.
A supercar at the door attracted a lot of people's attention. Not far away, several girls stared at the supercar with envy. They looked at Xia Zhen, and then their bright eyes started to surge again.
He is still wearing the same clothes during the day, but he can't see clearly at night. Xia Zhen, who has short hair and ears, looks like a flamboyant handsome boy. For girls with charming dreams, this is like a powerful honey, attracting
They are a group of butterflies and bees.
"Zhang Bi? That person seems to be Zhang Bi?"
Small groups of girls passed by one after another. Sha Yuanyuan saw Zhang Bi standing next to the supercar. Xie Xiangwei next to her was stunned and said: "Who did that kid hook up with?"
"Xianwei..."
Sha Yuanyuan said angrily.
"Okay, okay, my fault. Wow, this car should be very high-end." Xie Xiangwei said.
Just as he was talking, he saw Zhang Bi sitting in the passenger seat, and then the scissor door fell down. The yellow Gallardo was like a ghost in the night. With a whine, the engine roared and flew away.
The destination is not far away, just thirty kilometers away.
Under the Zhongning Elevated Highway, there is a scrap car recycling station. When the Lamborghini drove there, there were already more than a dozen luxury cars parked there, including many tall and strong men in black, all with serious expressions.
"Hey! A bunch of worthless guys have to bring bodyguards when they go out to hang out, so they might as well not come out to hang out at all!"
Xia Zhen's eyes were full of disdain.
It seemed that he noticed the Gallardo. The crowd in front dispersed, and there were a few scattered groups of people, including men and women. The men were handsome and unrestrained, and the women were delicate and affectionate. They were in the bonfires of abandoned oil drums.
, reflecting a kind of decadent spendthrift in a prosperous age.
With a creak, the car stopped steadily in front of it, and a group of people gathered around it. When Xia Zhen came out, a frivolous voice rang out: "Xia Zhenzhen... what kind of things did you bring this time?
It won’t be the same as last time, where is the legendary martial arts master?”
The speaker is a handsome man, about 175 years old, a bit thin, with a few earrings in his left ear, chewing gum in his mouth, wearing a floral shirt, loose trousers, and a pair of sneakers with deliberately untied laces.
open.
There was a beautiful woman on both arms. Her clothes were not revealing, but she was charming and sultry. Her eyes kept waving around. It wasn't until Zhang Ben appeared in her eyes that she locked onto him, as if she wanted to devour him with her eyes.
Zhang Bi appeared in front of everyone with an expressionless face. Xia Zhen gritted his teeth, but Zhang Bi could see that her confidence was very weak. However, Xia Zhen still said in a deep voice: "Weasel! Why do you still talk with your butthole? You smell like
Stink! Are we still afraid of you? We are here tonight to make you look bad. How about we start."
The young man's expression was only slightly sulky, but he immediately smiled and said with ease: "Ha, if you can still be as tough-talking as you are now, Puyang, you can drive as fast as you like from now on, even if you kill someone, I will help you clean up."
After that, without taking another look at Xia Zhen, he led a group of people towards the warehouse inside.
There were several other groups of people, including middle-aged uncles and young people. They all had relaxed expressions and were chatting carelessly. A middle-aged man holding a nanmu pipe glanced this way, took off his sunglasses and held them in his hands.
, and then said to Xia Zhen: "Girl Xia, aren't you very confident today?"
Xia Zhen glanced at him, and then said: "We'll talk about it after we have the confidence."
With that said, he grabbed Zhang Ben's hand and walked towards the warehouse.
The groups of people who were outside the warehouse just now showed contempt in their eyes. Then they spit out the cigarette butts on the ground, stepped on them hard, and followed in.
The warehouse is very large, with two bicycles, and many dismantled car parts placed on both sides. An open space has been cleared in the middle, and people on all sides have found suitable places to stay.
The young man who was called a weasel by Xia Zhen climbed two steps on the steel steps of the elevator, then stretched out his hands and said loudly: "Everyone! It's the old rule tonight, the newcomers will fight first. Xia Zhenzhen did it again this time.
We brought an expert here to ask for advice. We need to give him some face, right?"
He emphasized the word "you", which made Xia Zhen grit his teeth angrily, and said viciously to Zhang Bi next to him: "If you win well tonight, I'll give you an extra fifty thousand!"
Zhang Ben's eyes lit up: "It's settled!"
When Zhang Bi came in just now, he had already glanced at everyone present. Those bodyguards couldn't even withstand his five moves. There were a few who didn't look like bodyguards, but they were no better than those bodyguards.
None of these people can survive ten seconds in their own hands.
At this time, Zhang Bi was absolutely sure. He had an extremely accurate eye for judging people's strength, and was especially sensitive to the distribution of muscles. When an ordinary person passed by in front of his eyes, he could roughly judge the attack power of that person.
Martial arts masters, on the other hand, are purely intuitive in martial arts. Anyone with a little bit of practical experience in martial arts will have a sharp spirit. This sharp spirit is reflected in the eyes and the posture of the body when standing.
Another point is the breathing rhythm. Martial arts masters with breathing techniques will have a conditioned breathing rhythm all the time, but when the martial arts is in a stalemate, it is another rhythm. Zhang Bi is very familiar with this rhythm.
"Stop talking nonsense! Weasel, today I'm going to show you what it means to be a master! I won't let your men walk for more than ten minutes!"
Xia Zhen stared at the weasel angrily.
Black boxing is just a form of entertainment for people who have reached a certain level of power and want to vent their anger. Such people themselves cannot experience the thrill of hearty and bloody fighting, but they can create this kind of adrenaline madness
environment of.
At the same time, in this kind of pleasure, while they can make instant huge profits, they also have the pleasure of trampling people of the same level under their feet.
And those who enjoy it the most are probably the young people who are going crazy. After going crazy and going berserk, what they long for is this most primitive animal nature...
"good!"
Weasel laughed, "Xia Zhenzhen, if you want to regain your face, I will give you this chance!"
As he said that, a small trailer was dragged over with a discarded iron bucket. Weasel grabbed twenty stacks of banknotes from the arms of the two beauties next to him and threw them in: "Two hundred thousand."
Xia Zhen sneered, rushed over, opened the bag on her waist, and shook violently inside: "I'll give you two hundred thousand! It's just money, don't you think so!"
At this time, Zhang Ben took off his shirt, and then slowly wrapped the soaked bandage around his fingers, palms, and elbows.
hiss……
When Zhang Ben took off his shirt, revealing his strong upper body muscles, there was a gasp in the huge warehouse.