Volume 3 [A Tiger's Roar Shocks the Heroes] NO.15 A Phone Call
The eldest son of the Li family was carried down. He was blind in one eye, and the meat on his right shoulder was already like the stuffing of a steamed bun. He had so much finger strength. He was a master who specialized in the Eagle Claw Kung Fu. If he didn’t store his strength, he would still be able to catch it.
It didn't come with such force. But that claw just now was indeed very intimidating.
As the saying goes, if you keep seven points of strength in your fist, you will be stronger in three points of fighting.
It is fundamental to leave three and seven to leave. The more you leave, the stronger the explosion will be. But at this moment, the strength of hundreds of kilograms is exerted, which makes people feel frightened. They only feel that their legs are weak and the skin on their back is numb.
Those people who shout loudly and enthusiastically are all wealthy people who want to vent their anger by watching the excitement. Those who see the fame only feel trembling all over and feeling cold in their hearts.
That kid on stage is no worse than a real tiger.
"Hit, beat, beat! Are you going to die? Damn it, if you meet a monster, you'll beat me up! Go home and go to bed as soon as possible!"
"What nonsense are you talking about! I've been through it before, and I can survive a dozen or twenty moves without any problem!"
"Hold up? What to hold up? Use your balls to hold up? Are you blind? That kid showed it clearly and still had strength. The boss of the Li family was lucky. He was only caught on the shoulder. If you were caught on the neck, you fucking
Can you still argue with me?"
A lean man in black clothes and a white coat patted his neck and yelled at a group of people next to him.
There is nothing to say, no one would want to go up there and die immediately.
That kid has already shown his ferocity.
Zhang Bi's claws are still dripping with blood, and the Li family boss's...
After wiping his fingers on the kung fu pants, the meat slivers were all over the place. Someone started vomiting at that moment. Some pretty girls immediately covered their mouths and rushed to the bathroom to vomit. This kind of thing
, I’m afraid I will never come here again in my life.
At this time, Xia Zhen, the prodigal little bitch, was already numb. After Zhang Bi kicked the first person to death, she entered a state that was completely unfamiliar to her. At this moment, Xia Zhen knew very well that she was not close to understanding this.
The boy is still a thousand miles away.
A burst of joy and emotion, entangled with the strangeness at this moment, made her feel a little dazed.
The second young master of the Tao family couldn't help but want to take out a pistol from his arms and shoot Zhang Bi to death. He was shocked when he touched the already warm handle of the gun. If he really wanted to do this, he would be quarreling with the other forty or so people.
He, a member of the Tao family, can eat well on the ground in Wuxi, Jiangsu Province, but if he runs out, he will not be able to defeat a local snake.
After a while, several people who had just agreed with each other came over and said that they couldn't be so forceful. No matter what, they would lead to death. The boy on the stage showed a fierce attitude, and the desire to kill would probably make him even more violent.
What others said was reasonable. In fact, the masters invited by several people understood the trick. Against Zhang Bi, there was no chance of winning one-on-one. There were essential differences in unarmed combat, killing techniques, martial arts, and fighting.
Zhang Bi's methods look like martial arts, but they are all murderous techniques. They are not idiots. If this kid's ancestors didn't have the skin of an old thieves from the battlefield, these masters would have cut off their heads and used them as footballs to kick!
Unless a few people attack, there is no chance of victory.
Unless... among the people present, there is an extraordinary person, or a strong person with extraordinary talents, otherwise, no one can do anything when facing this fierce tiger.
"What does it mean?"
Huang Silang asked puzzledly.
The bald heads of the Huang family all sighed: "What do you mean, I'm afraid. I'm finally convinced. Did this kid start killing people right from his mother's womb? What a fool, I have two more apprentices than him
One-tenth of my ability will make me laugh secretly."
The short, fat, bald man was right to the point. Yes, even martial arts masters couldn't help but be afraid of being beaten like this.
The middle-aged man behind Huang Silang sighed: "It has been fifteen years since we reunited at the head of the great war to close the city. This is the first time in fifteen years that we have encountered this predicament. Not to mention the dealers, we are
, it can be said that he was so suppressed that he could not hold his head up. There were dozens of powerful people, but none of them could do anything to him."
The middle-aged man said this because at least ten of the people present were martial arts masters he knew, and two of them were the masters of another sect. But it was such a person who saw Zhang Bi's appearance.
, and also felt guilty.
They can't afford to lose now. If they are seriously injured or maimed and die, their disciples and grandchildren will be scattered.
Today's bare-handed arena is different from the past. On the second day of February this year, the grandmaster came out and won at least two or three games. But today, there was a cold smell that made people tremble all over. This fierce guy who came made it clear that he wanted to
Tong Sha, whoever gets in his way will die or be disabled!
At this point, there is nothing left to say. No one wants to be the next coward to die. Over there, the people from the Nanyang Wang family are inserting a sling bottle into John Wang. John Wang is crying. He has been defeated so miserably.
The old man on the side kept comforting him. John Wang just felt painful. He thought he had mastered his skills. Only now did he realize that the saying "there are people outside the mountains, there are people outside the mountains" is not just talk.
That guy on the stage gave John Wang such a powerful shock.
But it was rare for the old man of the Nanyang Wang family to open his mouth and praise: "A man can't shed tears easily. There are thirty or forty wealthy people here today. Who can really stop him from ten or twenty moves? Do you have the courage to challenge him?"
, it is already rare. Recuperate your injuries and it will not be too late to fight back in the future. You are only twenty years old, and this man is about the same age as you. If you can't fight now, come back in three years. If you can't fight in three years, come back in five years.
If it doesn't work in five years, then ten years. If ten years doesn't work, then twenty years. I don't need to tell you the truth about self-improvement."
John Wang wiped his tears and kept nodding. The children of the Wang family next to him all wanted to comfort but couldn't say anything. It was only today that they really opened their eyes, saw the world, and knew what it means to be a strong man in this world.
Not to mention Zhang Bi, even the boss of the Li family, Li Xiong, was not something John Wang could compete with, and there were at least ten such figures among the martial arts masters present.
Many of the twelve masters in front of them threw their numbers over and refused to go on stage. They simply admitted defeat and would not fight for anything or die.
In the past, it was weapons and equipment that would lead to indiscriminate deaths and injuries, but today it's like hell.
Everyone felt that they definitely didn’t offer incense to their ancestor and kowtow to Yue Wusheng in the morning!
Xia Zhen didn't understand the ways of the world, but she could tell that after Zhang Bi was seriously injured and disabled Li Xiong, most of the remaining people chose to stay away.
Even a fool knows how to avoid his sharp edges, not to mention Zhang Bi, who has shown his fierceness now.
Don't look at Zhang Bi's current chaotic aura and uneven strength. If he survives three or five more masters, he will probably collapse. But among these three or five masters, who should go up and die? You? Me? Him?
This is Zhang Bi's strategy, the plan that was set from the beginning! I will kill you so much that you are frightened, you will not dare to move, you will avoid my sharp edge!
No one wants to be the first grandmaster to die, so the face of the second young master of the Tao family becomes paler. He knows that today is an important hurdle. If he passes it, he will become rich and powerful in the future. If he cannot pass it, he will be skinned and torn apart.
Bones are possible.
When he thought of the temper of the Tao family leader, Tao Abao felt an urge to urinate in his lower body. He wiped his sweat while going to the bathroom. He was afraid.
Huang Silang felt that something was wrong, so he whispered to the middle-aged man next to him: "Go and check how much this kid has pressed! I saw something wrong with his face."
"The big shopkeeper has sealed the ledger so no one can see it."
The middle-aged man looked at the twelve shopkeepers and said helplessly.
Huang Silang was also helpless. Although he looked unhappy with these twelve old people, they still had a very high status among the older generation. Among them, two of the big shopkeepers were Bai Fan from the Qinghong Gang and Du Yuesheng from the Golden Dragon.
Dog-headed military advisor.
A Kuomintang major general would always call him "Sir" when meeting him, but this big shopkeeper had a unique vision and was ruthless when he was young. His arms were burnt with salt and water without a frown on his face. In his early thirties, he and his two junior brothers
The relationship was severed.
Then the civil war broke out, and he swaggered to the liberated areas with one hundred thousand silver dollars. At the time of the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was still a well-known representative of progressive national industry and commerce.
Such old people are still alive at the age of ten and can still come out to take charge of the overall situation. You can imagine how coveted, envied and awe-inspiring the channels, relationships, and backgrounds they can control.
On the surface, the lockdown war looks like a few ignorant losers throwing money at each other, but secretly, a large amount of money of unknown origin is piled up to build a fund, and there is even a large amount of hot money overseas.
Can't throw it out.
There are many twists and turns, and there are differences between appearance and appearance, but this serious face must still be shown to others.
In other words, such a bloody stage is actually just a play, but the people involved in the play are dead.
Xia Zhen held Zhang Ben's coat and sat there honestly, neither yelling nor making a fuss, just watching, silently, with tears in her eyes, mist rising, and the tears falling down in a puddle.
I don’t know what’s going on, but looking at the fierce Zhang Bi on the stage, the joy in my heart becomes even stronger.
At this time, Zhang Bi's cell phone suddenly rang.
A nondescript ringtone.
Xia Zhen took out his cell phone, glanced at Zhang Bi on the stage, and then answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Who are you? Let Zhang Jun answer the phone." He spoke in awkward Chinese with an unpleasant Japanese accent.
"I'm his son!" Hearing the harsh tone on the phone, Xia Zhen, who was already emotionally complex, suddenly showed a ferocious look and spoke in the same tough tone.
"Mazi? What is Mazi? Let Zhang Jun answer the phone!"
"He's very busy right now and can't answer the phone for the moment." Xia Zhen could tell that the person on the other end was a young girl. There was a sour smell coming out, which always made people feel that life was becoming weird.
The other party immediately hung up the phone, leaving Xia Zhen extremely stunned.
At the same time, at the Zhonghai Conservatory of Music, a girl in a black uniform and a black and white plaid skirt hung up her phone, and then walked inside accompanied by two tall men in black.