Zhou Ming sighed and suddenly took action, punching the young man in the belly.
The young man's body flew backwards two meters away. He clutched his stomach and lost the strength to scream.
Zhou Ming walked into the phone booth, put in coins, and first called his family to tell them that everything was fine. Then he called Chu Tingting, telling her that he missed her, wishing her a happy new year, and going to find her in a few days.
; Called Lin Yufeng and scolded him harshly...
After a round of phone calls, half an hour had passed. Zhou Ming suddenly felt guilty. It turned out that he really had to make a lot of phone calls during the past few days on New Year's Eve. It seemed that he had wrongly blamed the young man just now.
So he walked over and said to the young man who was still lying on the ground holding his stomach: "Are you okay?" [
"Brother...brother..." the young man said weakly: "You escaped from the Shaolin Temple, right? This punch feels like being stabbed... Please stop hitting me, I have money in my butt pocket.
…”
Zhou Ming kindly dragged him to the phone booth, asked for the number and dialed it for him, put the phone between his shoulder and ear, and then said: "According to my estimation, you will regain your mobility after lying down for half an hour.
Let’s chat on the phone with your girlfriend first, time will go by faster.”
The young man looked at him gratefully and said to himself that there are still many good people in this world.
After doing all this, Zhou Ming left the phone booth and walked towards the Wolf Gang building. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered that when he first entered the No. 1 Middle School in the city, the students spread the rumor that "Liu Jie can beat people until they can't get up all day and night."
"Coming", I couldn't help but burst into laughter, and I was happy to say it in my heart.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the entire Xinxiang City was in a hustle and bustle. Zhou Ming, who was on the 28th floor of the Wolf Gang headquarters building, could hear the deafening sound of firecrackers and salutes outside. Just as everyone was celebrating the New Year, dressed in
New clothes, reunited with his family, and playing with friends, Zhou Ming was still sweating profusely and fighting the flying bags with his fists.
When I got tired, I stopped to practice Taizu Changquan. I closed my eyes and experienced the essence of this boxing technique. Every movement was as slow as slow motion, but I had already fought with this move countless times in my mind.
Whether it was movement, speed, or strength, Zhou Ming was undergoing a transformation that was like a complete transformation.