Yang Feng grabbed Yang Bing's collar and shook him hard: "Wake up, Yang Bing, are you still a man?"
"Let me go..." Yang Bing struggled to break away from Yang Feng, staggering and almost falling, but still holding the wine bottle tightly in his hand, he raised his head and drank while shouting:
"No one should fucking care about me. I'm a cripple. I can't do anything...all I can do is drink...drink..."
As he spoke, Yang Bing raised the wine bottle again and drank a large gulp of wine.
Yue'er looked at her brother's dejected appearance and almost burst into tears. Is this still her brother? Is this still the high-spirited brother?
Seeing Yue'er's sad look, Yang Feng felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, and his anger was aroused in an instant. He stepped forward and snatched the wine bottle from Yang Bing's hand and threw it to the ground.
When Yang Bing saw that someone had taken away the wine, he was immediately furious. He stumbled forward and grabbed Yang Feng's collar. He shouted with a red face: "Who the hell are you? You dare to break my wine? I'll beat you."
Damn you..."
As Yang Bing raised his fist, Yang Feng did not hide, but shouted: "Fight, hit here, the fact that you can fight shows that you are not a useless person, come and fight with me if you have the ability..."
....”
Yang Bing suddenly let go of Yang Feng, quickly took a few steps back to distance himself from Yang Feng, and stared at Yang Feng with a pair of drunken and blurred eyes.
Yang Feng raised his finger at him and said: "Yang Bing, you used to be the famous sniper of the H City SWAT team. I didn't expect that you have become like this now. You are not a man at all. I, Yang Feng, look down on you..."
....”
"Don't mention the past..." Yang Bing roared angrily before Yang Feng finished speaking, gasping and shouting: "The previous Yang Bing died a long time ago, and the previous honor also died a long time ago.
I'm no longer a policeman, nor am I a bullshit sniper. I'm just a useless person now..." When he said this, a heavy sadness flashed across Yang Bing's face, and a flash of sadness flashed across his face.
A touch of decadence.
"You broke my wine, I'm going to beat you to death today." Yang Bing pointed at Yang Feng with his fists.
Yang Feng patted his chest and said: "Okay, come here and fight. If you can fight, it means you are not completely useless. If you agree to me, I will buy you a drink. You can drink as much as you like. If you
If you can't defeat me, then you have to obey me obediently."
"Stop talking nonsense...huh..." Yang Bing's eyes turned red, and before Yang Feng could finish speaking, he roared and rushed towards Yang Feng with his fists clenched.
A punch hit Yang Feng's face, and then a roundhouse kick from his foot, directly kicking Yang Feng's lower body. Yang Feng quickly retreated, dodged the series of attacks one by one, and said with a smile: "It seems there are still a few
After all, it would be a pity to waste it like this..."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Bing rushed over again. This time he changed his palms into claws and slammed down on Yang Feng's shoulders. Yang Feng grabbed the wrist that he had pulled down. Yang Bing exerted all his strength.
He took two steps and turned red, then his feet began to move again, violently attacking Yang Feng's lower abdomen.
Yang Feng raised his legs tremblingly, and the hand that grabbed Yang Bing's wrist twisted three degrees. Then his body suddenly rose into the air, and also rotated three degrees in the air.
Yang Bing was shocked when he saw it. If he stood still, his wrist would be twisted directly by Yang Feng. So at that moment, Yang Bing suddenly moved. He also turned around violently and faced Yang Feng.
After spinning in the same direction, the two of them landed almost at the same time. After landing, Yang Feng suddenly let go of Yang Bing, and Yang Bing quickly took a few steps back, widening the distance from Yang Feng, and opening up a more fierce fight.
Posture.
The two looked at each other, neither of them moving.
Yang Bing's face showed horror. He underestimated Yang Feng. His arm strength was so strong. If he hadn't resolved it in time, his arm would have been broken by him.
Yang Bing suddenly woke up from the wine and stared at Yang Feng with a pair of scarlet eyes.
"Come on, young man, come again..." Yang Feng was as steady as a mountain and raised his fingers towards Yang Bing again.
"Ah..." Yang Bing shouted and rushed towards Yang Feng like a hungry wolf.
Yang Feng's expression changed, and his brows suddenly wrinkled, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The two quickly fought together, and for a while they were inseparable.
Yang Bing was eager to win, so he attacked extremely fiercely, and his fists were danced with great force.
Yang Feng, on the other hand, used defense as offense, using the fastest speed and the most powerful moves to resolve Yang Bing's attacks one by one. The reason why he did not take the initiative to attack was to test Yang Bing's skills.
"Why don't you take action? Look down on me?" Yang Bing fought for a while and found that Yang Feng was only defending instead of attacking. He suddenly became furious and roared.
"Because you are a useless person and you are not worthy of my taking action. If you want to take action, just use all your strength." Yang Feng said with a slight smile. There seemed to be a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.
This smile deeply hurt Yang Bing, and he roared again and rushed towards Yang Feng.
After more than ten rounds of testing, Yang Feng has roughly understood Yang Bing's skills. He is very satisfied with the results of the testing. This Yang Bing is worthy of being a soldier. His skills are absolutely unparalleled. He is better than Jincheng, Dashan and others.
The security guard is much stronger, and his skills can even match Acheng's.
More importantly, Yang Bing is a sniper. Rare.
So Yang Feng had already made a plan in his heart. Today he would conquer Yang Bing no matter what and use it for himself.
Therefore, Yang Feng stopped defending and did not want to waste time by fighting anymore. What he had to do now was to defeat Yang Bing as quickly as possible and win him over. People like him only admire the strong.
Therefore, Yang Feng no longer just wastes time on defense, but looks for the opportunity to win by surprise, hitting Yang Bing directly in the chest and mouth with one move.
"Pfft..." Yang Bing let out a muffled groan and felt a sudden pain on the left side of his chest and mouth, which made his entire left arm numb.
Yang Bing raised his head and looked at Yang Feng in surprise, but as soon as he raised his hand, he saw a fist coming from far and near, hitting his face with a bang.
Yang Bing's pupils suddenly dilated, and he instinctively wanted to avoid it, but the fists were too fast. When he saw them, they were already in front of him, and he could not avoid them.
Hearing a bang, Yang Bing felt his head buzzing, his whole body felt dizzy, his body shook and he almost fell to the ground.
He used all his strength to stabilize his body and steady his steps, so as not to fall to the ground.
Yang Feng only used three layers of force in that fist. If he had used five layers of force, Yang Bing would have been knocked unconscious.
Yang Bing was completely drunk, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. While panting heavily, he looked up at Yang Feng in surprise. This person is really not simple and should not be underestimated.
In addition, Yang Bing also knew that Yang Feng's punch just now was meant to be merciful, otherwise, his head might be blown off.
"How is it? You lost, do you accept it?" Yang Feng looked at Yang Bing with a smile.
Yang Bing clenched his fist, still a little unconvinced, but he had to admit that he was no match for Yang Feng. It would be futile to continue fighting, and he would still lose. So after taking a few quick breaths, he suddenly relaxed.
He opened his fist and said, "Okay, I'm willing to admit defeat. I lose. What do you want?"
"What don't I want? As I said just now, if you beat me, I'll treat you to a drink, but if you lose, you have to listen to me." Yang Feng said.
Seeing that they were no longer fighting, Yue'er hurried over, grabbed her brother's hand nervously and asked, "Brother, are you okay?"
When Yang Feng and Yang Bing were fighting just now, Yue'er was standing by with her heart hanging tightly.
"Don't worry Yue'er, your brother is fine. I only used three levels of force in that punch just now. Otherwise, I could have blown his head off." Yang Feng said casually.
Yue'er felt relieved and then ran to Yang Feng and asked: "Brother Feng, are you okay?"
Yang Feng raised his hand and touched Yue'er's hair and smiled: "Silly girl, what can happen to me? Your brother is no match for me."
This sentence seemed to be contempt for Yang Bing. Yang Feng was very angry. He raised his head and glared at Yang Feng and said stiffly: "Who are you? What is your relationship with my sister?"
Yang Feng was almost amused by his question: "What is the relationship between me and your sister? We..."
"Do you like my sister? Do you want to date my sister?" Before Yang Feng could finish speaking, Yang Bing suddenly asked. Yang Feng's move of raising his hand to stroke Yue'er's hair was a bit ambiguous, and Yang Bing saw it.
In the eyes.
Yang Feng couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, I want to pick up your sister? No way? What do you think?"
Yue'er blushed and hurriedly pulled her brother and whispered: "Brother, don't talk nonsense. Brother Feng and I are just friends. You have forgotten that he saved me last time at Royal No. 1 Nightclub...
....”
When Yue'er said this, Yang Bing remembered what happened last time at Royal No. 1 Nightclub.
"So it's you." Yang Bing glanced at Yang Feng, and the hostility in his eyes diminished.
Then Yang Bing said again: "I just said that I am willing to admit defeat. If I lose, what do you want me to do?"
"What don't I want you to do? I just want you to cheer up and stop being so decadent." Yang Feng's voice became serious.
"Cheer up?" Yang Bing suddenly sneered: "I'm already a useless person..."
"You are not a useless person, you are a talent..." Yang Feng said.
"Talent?" Yang Bing smiled bitterly, with a self-deprecating smile on his face: "I'm just a fucking idiot, otherwise I wouldn't be in this situation today."
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