Chapter 145: Fighting with fists and kicks, then fighting with guns
If the retreat was out of courtesy, then the concession has come to an end now, not just the retreat, it is almost thirty years. A chill gradually appeared in Zhihao's eyes, which was a sign before taking action.
It is understandable to say that Zhihao used to be humble and could not bear to take action, but now Zhihao suddenly has a murderous look in his eyebrows. He has injured many people tonight. One injury is an injury, and two injuries are the same.
Injury, it has already been done anyway, there is no difference.
Coach Xu was injured by his opponent. Coach Xu can be said to be his first teacher. When the teacher is injured, the students will never feel comfortable. Zhihao needs to teach him a lesson. The opponent in front of him who hurt his teacher still does not know the heights of the world.
Zhihao took action, as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder, and as powerful as a rainbow.
Zhihao's proactive attack caused the situation to take a turn for the worse.
Facing an opponent who has lost all his strength, Zhihao doesn't need to put in much effort. He only needs to give him the final blow to knock him down.
Zhihao started to attack, using the close-quarters grappling technique trained by Coach Xu, which was exactly the same as Xu Dongsheng's action just now. In a blink of an eye, his opponent was exhausted, and his flaws were exposed one by one in front of Zhihao's eyes.
Concentrating his thoughts, he secretly exerted force with his right fist, and suddenly struck hard at the opponent's chest. How could both parties escape.
With a dull sound, the opponent's heavy body fell straight out. His feet had already left the ground, and he fell suddenly. He didn't even have the strength to struggle up. He lay on the ground and could no longer get up.
The opponent was more seriously injured than Coach Xu.
Coach Xu could at least struggle to stand up. How could this kid stand up? With a whoosh, a stream of blood spurted out, making Zhihao unable to bear to look at him again.
Zhihao looked at his opponent calmly. The opponent had no power to fight back, and the victory or defeat was decided. Zhihao smiled slightly and still stood in the field. Qinglong would go up and down. If Long Tianxiang hadn't waved his hand to stop him, there would have been cheers by now.
Hu Baiqiang's men hurriedly picked up their brother and returned him to the crowd.
"Brother Hu, I accept the concession." Long Tianxiang smiled slightly, "Brother Hu, you and I each win one game and we are tied. We are all happy."
"Everyone is happy." Hu Baiqiang also smiled, but not brightly.
"Brother Hu, what are we competing for in the third game, but fists and kicks?" Long Tianxiang has Zhihao present, and he is full of confidence. If the ### gang sends people out to compete with fists and kicks again, then the Qinglong Club will win tonight.
At this time, Zhihao had quietly retreated into the crowd of the Qinglong Club. Xu Dongsheng looked pale, nodded and smiled at Zhihao. This was an encouragement to Zhihao for winning, and he was even more pleased that he had spoken out. After all, Zhihao was the leader himself.
After coming out, Zhihao gained face for himself.
Rouyu smiled sweetly and took Zhihao's hand again. In front of many brothers of the Qinglong Club, including her father and two elder brothers, Rouyu ignored it. If there were not so many people present, Rouyu and Zhihao hugged and celebrated.
There are ideas.
Long Tianxiang smiled at Zhihao, and Zhihao suddenly discovered that the way Long Tianxiang smiled and between his eyebrows were very similar to Rouyu.
Hu Baiqiang thought for a moment and said slowly, "Brother Long, Hu has such an idea for the third competition. I wonder if Brother Long can agree?"
"Brother Hu, please speak."
"The sword has no eyes, and the fists and feet are ruthless. Injuries are inevitable during the competition. Not only will the brothers be hurt, but it will also hurt the harmony between our boss gang. Hu wants to have a shooting competition with Brother Long. What does Brother Long think?"
"I don't know what kind of comparison Brother Hu is doing. Please explain it to me, Brother Hu."
"It's very simple. Put a table under the westernmost wall, put a stool on the table, and put three wine glasses on the stool. You and I will each send a brother, and we can only fire three shots to hit the wine glasses.
What do you think of Brother Long?"
Long Tianxiang pondered for a moment and said loudly, "Just follow Brother Hu."
Hu Baiqiang waved, and his men hurriedly set things up. Not long after, the tables and stools had been set up. On the stools, three wine glasses were placed. Opposite the wall behind the glasses, a blue board was hung, thick, like a sponge.
Bubbles and stuff.
Hu Baiqiang is really thoughtful.
The most exciting thing is the three wine glasses. Everyone present at the Qinglong Club, including Long Tianxiang, has never used such a small wine glass. The small fine porcelain cup is only about the size of a thumb. Are these also wine glasses? They are too small.
Well, Long Tianxiang couldn't believe his eyes.
Hu Baiqiang, Hu Baiqiang, I really belong to you, I think so brilliantly, it seems that the ### gang is bound to win tonight, so I can only risk my life to accompany the gentleman, but who will I send to the scene? Long Tianxiang feels vaguely worried.
### Someone in the gang had already stood up and stood firm at the far east end of the hall. The distance from the east wall to the west wall of the hall was a full hundred meters away. The man was holding a pistol with a silencer in front of the barrel.
How well prepared Hu Baiqiang was, even the details of not alerting the police were thought out so carefully.
Long Tianxiang glanced back and forth among the crowd of his subordinates. The brothers who had been filled with indignation and eager to try now felt uncertain. When they saw the boss's eyes glancing over, they did not dare to respond. Some even lowered their heads.
Including the two young masters of the Long family, they also had no confidence. They just looked at the three wine glasses blankly and were speechless.
Qin Guobang's expression was not good either. He glanced at Long Tianxiang and shook his head helplessly, as if it was impossible to find such a gunman in the Qinglong Club.
A trace of anxiety and melancholy flashed across Long Tianxiang's eyes, and he glanced at Xu Dongsheng. With such an injury, can Xu Dongsheng still be able to play? Xu Dongsheng has the best marksmanship in the Qinglong Club.
"Let Zhihao come on." Xu Dongsheng said in a low voice, looking at Long Tianxiang with a particularly firm gaze.
"Yes." Long Tianxiang nodded and looked at Zhihao, with encouraging and expectant expressions, all of which were expressed very subtly in a short glance. Xu Dongsheng whispered, "Zhihao, look at you
That’s it.”
The soft jade hand squeezed Zhihao, and it was also an affectionate and trusting gaze, with unlimited expectations, all expressed vividly in the eyes.
Zhihao was irreplaceable and had to take action.
Zhihao took a deep breath, walked out slowly, and stood side by side with the ### gang players. He pulled out a pistol from his waist and put a silencer on the barrel.
The people from the Qinglong Club and the ### Gang all stepped back to allow enough space and sight. They had everything ready and were waiting for the competition to begin.
"Brother Long, can we start?" Hu Baiqiang asked loudly.
"It's time to start." Long Tianxiang nodded.
Zhihao glanced at his opponent. He had a medium build, not much outstanding appearance and height, but his eyes were a little special. Although they were not big, they were energetic. He was always squinting. Are he aiming at them all the time?
Zhihao stretched out his hand to indicate to the other party to invite him first. The man was not polite, nodded slightly, raised his right hand, pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at the west wall, aimed for a moment, then slowly lowered his right hand, calmed down, and slowly raised his right hand again.
None of them made any movements or expressions. They all opened their mouths and held their breaths, looking at the gun in Brother Hu Baiqiang's hand and the three small wine glasses pointed at the muzzle of the gun.
A particle bullet is about to be fired from the jet-black barrel. I don’t know if the bullet can hit the small wine glass. All the eyes are filled with various complex expressions, including expectations, prayers, and even
