When they came back from KFC, Ni Xiaodao and Ni Xiaoxia were laughing very happily. The two siblings were playing around and having a great time.
Chen Tairan smiled and watched the two of them playing around. He glanced at the watch on his wrist from time to time, guessing in his mind what time Sister Sijilan would arrive.
Ni Xiaoxia is a very thoughtful girl. While making trouble, she secretly observed Chen Tairan. After discovering that he often looked at his watch, she immediately whispered to her brother and urged him to leave quickly.
Ni Xiaodao secretly cursed himself for being confused and asked Chen Tairan if he had anything else to do.
Someone glanced at his watch, pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, send your sister upstairs and come down to me. I'll wait for you here in the parking lot."
"Okay!" Ni Xiaodao nodded and immediately followed the instructions.
This newly appointed worker is very efficient. In less than three minutes, Ni Xiaodao rushed down and ran all the way. His energy... I guess it was more than enough to participate in the sprint games.
"Sit tight." Chen Tairan warned and started the motorcycle.
It’s been a blast all the way...
When they arrived at Caesars, several buses were already parked at the door. Chen Tairan walked in with a knife and went straight to the Security Department office.
Caesar's is a nightclub, and there aren't many people during the day. There are just a few people sitting there in twos and threes, chatting quietly, making the place seem very quiet.
But at this time, the Security Department office across the wall was crowded with people. They were all tall and strong young men, speaking Shanxi dialect, talking and laughing.
Chen Tairan pushed the door open, but unexpectedly there was someone at the door. This time, he used a little more force and squeezed the person...
"Fuck! Don't you have eyes?" That person immediately became unhappy.
"Sorry." Chen Tairan raised his hand apologetically.
"Fake foreign devil..." The person who was squeezed was very strong. It seemed that he wanted to take action, but someone apologized and he couldn't get angry anymore, so he could only curse angrily.
"Hey, how do you talk?" A fashionable young man next to him wearing a sweatshirt, a peaked cap, and tennis shoes was unhappy. He immediately took off his earphones, put down his iPad, and frowned: "Speak a few words in English and it will change."
You're a fake foreign devil, why don't you say you don't have any brains and you have to stand behind the door and be squeezed?"
"Hey, what the hell do you think other people are doing to you? You're such a sullen and sullen guy, why should you be punished?" The strong man's eyes widened.
"Hey, I'm so angular, how can I be embarrassed? I just need to be dealt with, what do you think? Come and deal with me!" The fashionable boy also had a bad temper, and he got into a fight with the strong man on the spot.
"Okay, okay, don't make a fuss." Immediately there were fellow disciples around the two of them who came out to smooth things over, "It's such a big deal, why are you so blushing and thick-necked?"
The strong man shook off his junior brother's hand, glared and shouted: "Grandson, are you dissatisfied? Do you want to practice?"
"Just practice, I'm afraid of you!" The fashionable boy stood up suddenly, pointed to the door and said, "Come, there is an open space outside, if you are smart, come with grandpa."
The strong man sneered, not even bothering to answer, and walked out first.
I'll be a good boy...
Seeing this scene, Chen Tairan couldn't help but secretly gasped - it can be seen that the group of people given by his uncle are not good birds, and they are probably all thorn-headed existences in the door. No wonder they were a little shy when they were sent out.
I don’t even see him feeling distressed...
Northerners have always been straightforward, and these two Shanxi guys were no exception. They ran to the back door and started to do it, leaving Chen Tairan aside, making him dumbfounded.
The force value of these two people is almost the same, hovering in the 20s and 30s. They belong to the same type of characters as Zhao Xiaohu in the past. To put it simply, compared with ordinary people, they can shout "I will fight ten". Once they meet,
Master, you have to run away immediately.
But that's about it. As for the outer disciples, why do you ask for so much? With these 20 to 30 force points, if you put them on Anyang Dao'er, as long as you dare to fight, fight, and bleed, you can become the number one figure.
The two of them practiced for a long time, but they couldn't tell the winner. Their fellow juniors were cheering and cheering beside them, making everyone blush and have thick necks.
The fashionable boy's brothers are obviously different from others. Just look at their clothes. Hey, they are all fashionable boys. Their master must be an interesting person. ~ "Come on, little four! Kill that grandson!"
"Punch him in the waist! Quick! Dodge quickly! You're so stupid!"
"Thirteen moves of tiger attack! Thirteen moves of tiger attack!"
A group of young people were shouting excitedly, but next to them there was a dark-skinned, short young man sitting cross-legged on the ground. He watched the two people fighting endlessly, and a sneer slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After a while, I suddenly heard him say: "Stop yelling, your people will be defeated soon."
A group of young men immediately focused their angry gazes, and some couldn't help but cursed: "Fuck! Who are you messing with? Where are all the bullshit?"
The thin black boy said calmly: "You don't care who my master is, I'm just telling the truth."
"Mao!" The person who spoke earlier had an indignant look on his face and argued, "Are you blind? Or is your brain blocked by the door? Can't you see that our mistress is beating that bastard?"
"Pressure?" The thin black boy sneered: "Okay, you can continue to be self-righteous."
"Damn it, what do you mean?" Several young men couldn't bear it anymore and clenched their fists loudly.
The thin, dark boy didn't answer, grinned and continued watching.
Facts have proved that his vision was correct. In less than two minutes, the fashionable young man was approached by the strong man with a "tiger pounce" move, and then followed by a "bear hug" with both arms...
It has to be said that this move was very lethal when used by a strong man. The fashionable young man immediately felt breathless and his eyes tended to turn white.
This turn of events was really unexpected, and all the fashionable boy's fellow apprentices opened their eyes wide and couldn't believe it.
The thin black boy sneered and said, "If we are similar in strength, we should have the will to fight. It's just a bear hug. Are you giving up now?"
"Grass mud Male Gobi! Winning or losing is none of your business? You're not the one doing the fighting. If you have the guts, go ahead!" A few young men couldn't bear it.
"If you lose, you should admit your shortcomings. Your junior brother is not good at physical skills. Is it illegal for me to say that?"
"Everyone else says it's OK, but you fucking can't!" The young man's eyes widened.
"Ignorance." The thin black boy shook his head, closed his eyes and stopped answering.
"You idiot, I think you just need to be dealt with!" The young man couldn't bear it any longer, so he flew up with a palm and slashed towards the young man's neck!
