Chapter 332 I haven't heard the sound for a long time [750
The 750th monthly ticket is added!
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At this time, the movement here has alarmed the surrounding students, and everyone gathered around. Many people whispered: "Look, it's Master Dali who is fighting with the new transfer student!" "Yes, yes, yes,
That transfer student is tall and strong, and it will be difficult to deal with him this time." "I heard that this transfer student was beaten by Master Liu Mingcheng just now, and now he is looking for Master Dali again." "Yes, he is planning to become our school's leader.
The rhythm of the boss, I heard that the step mechanics of the first-year group boss have also been repaired by them." "It's amazing, this physique..."
"Haha, let me introduce myself," the strong man said after listening to the discussions of the students around him: "My name is Xiong Wei, and I am the future boss of this school. I heard that Master Dali, you are quite powerful. This is the first time we meet, so please take care of me.
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As he spoke, he stretched out his hand. His intention was obviously to compete with Hong Dali on the strength of his palm!
Can't hold it, can't hold it!
Ling Yi, Du Xinzhen and others were horrified to see that Xiong Wei used this trick as soon as he came up. They couldn't help. At least they didn't hear of anyone helping with the handshake. Besides, with their strength, they were powerless even if they wanted to help.
ah!
"Oh, hello, hello," everyone stretched out their hands, and he couldn't explain it without shaking it. Hong Dali extended his hand symbolically: "Hello, hello, you're very polite. I didn't take care of you much before.
I guess I won’t need to take care of you anymore.”
As a result, as soon as Hong Dali held his hand, he felt something was wrong.
Xiong Wei obviously knew that Hong Dali was thin, so he started to tighten his hand when he took it. Suddenly there was a strong force. Hong Dali frowned slightly at first, then sneered in his heart, and shook it back with his backhand.
Damn it, my strength has been increased to 100 and it hasn’t been used yet. You are actively sending me here to seek death...
Hong Dali's sexual ability is quite outstanding. If the power is increased to 100, it will be no worse. If calculated according to that thing, the power of 100 can at least catch up with Tyson's full blow on the earth.
Speaking of which, Xiong Wei really wanted to give Hong Dali a blow.
His backer was originally Mitsuru Gomoto, the young master of Japan's Toyota Consortium. His target before coming here was Hong Dali. Today, he originally planned to beat Hong Dali up. At the worst, he would have to humiliate him. But he didn't expect Hong Dali to eat him.
There were actually more than 20 people with him during lunch. Since according to the intelligence, Hong Dali would not wear the exoskeleton armor when he went to school, so shaking hands with each other and forcing him to beg for mercy was naturally the best way.
But as soon as the two held hands, they didn't feel anything at first. Soon Xiong Wei realized something was wrong.
The opponent's palm was like an iron hoop, tightening around his own hand. The strength became stronger and stronger at first. At first, he could barely hold on, but soon his hands felt like burning, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.
At this time, the brother with colorful hair next to him also saw that something was wrong, and asked kindly: "Viagra, what's wrong with you?"
It would be okay if he didn't ask, but Xiong Wei had to hold on no matter what he said. The blood could be cut off and the face could not be lost! His face was red from holding back, the smell of sweat could be heard all over his body, and his underwear was wet and tight.
He was tightly wrapped around Xiao Dian, but he still had to force a smile and said: "It's okay, it's a small problem. I just want to say hello to Master Dali."
"Ah, haha, haha," Hong Dali pretended not to know anything, his eyes were quite innocent: "Oh, Master Xiong Wei, what's wrong with you? Is it an old problem from the past? Oh, why are you so enthusiastic?
?Look at you, you are sweating profusely. It is indeed quite hot today..." He said it easily. He only felt pity for Xiong Wei's hand. Now the joints started to "knock, click, click".
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Otherwise, he never slaps Hong Dali in the face. At this time, he acted very innocent - I really can't stand his enthusiasm. Look, I can't even pull my hand back...
Hong Dali said this easily, but it completely changed the taste in Xiong Wei's ears.
He wants to let go, but even a fool can see at this moment that they are competing. If he takes the initiative to let go, how can he still mess around in the future?
Sure enough, after a while, the surrounding people started talking: "Hey, look, this Xiong Wei is sweating profusely. This must be because he has never fucked Master Dali, right?" "Don't tell me, I really am.
I didn’t pay attention, but it’s really like this. You can see that his cold sweat is pouring out, and his hands and neck are all red. He must have lost!” “Isn’t it right? Then isn’t he just asking for death?”
Xiong Wei is so angry that he still can't let go, but if he doesn't let go, he may turn purple if he holds on for a while...
Which is more important, the face or the hands? This is a question - why do you still want to lose face now? It must be the hands that are more important!
Xiong Wei's nose was so painful that his snot was almost flowing out, and his original height of 1.85 meters had also shrunk. He gasped and said: "It's easy to talk, Master Dali, why don't you let go..."
"Ah?" Hong Dali was even more innocent this time: "How can I have the nerve to let go of you when you are so enthusiastic? You have to be conscientious - I heard you drove a good car today, give it to me..."
He almost turned his hand black, and he was still talking about being conscientious. Xiong Wei was so angry: "It's easy to talk, just let go, Master Dali. The car I drove today is indeed not bad, so I will give it to Master Dali."
You..."
"Oh..." Hong Dali let out a long oh, and casually pressed his hand harder: "Give me the car keys!"
"Yes, yes!" Xiong Wei felt his heart stopped for a moment and quickly handed over the car key: "This is the car key..."
"How can this be so embarrassing..." Hong Dali took advantage of it and said: "By the way, what car did you drive today? What's the license plate number?"
He was so humiliated today, Xiong Wei burst into tears: "That red Lal carriage is the car number A66888..."
"Oh, okay..." Hong Dali finally took back his hand with a smile: "Since you are so sincere in coming to deliver the car, I will reluctantly accept it, thank you!"
Xiong Wei was depressed: "Young Master Dali, you're welcome. Since there's nothing else, I'll leave first..."
"Go ahead."
After Xiong Wei and others left in despair, Ling Yi whispered: "Master Dali, his car..."
Hong Dali hummed and said, "It's been a long time since I smashed a car. Brothers, let's go and listen to the noise!"
Soon we arrived at the parking lot. Liu Mingcheng, who had been beaten before, rushed over after hearing the news. When he saw Hong Dali, he gave a thumbs up: "Dali, good job, a miracle happened, hahaha!"
"It was delivered to your door. I would be sorry if I didn't charge so much..." Hong Dali looked innocent: "Which car is Xiong Wei's?"
"That one, the dark red one!" Liu Mingcheng quickly pointed it out to Hong Dali.
Looking in the direction Liu Mingcheng pointed, there was a dark red single-row sports car parked on the side of the parking lot. It had a streamlined body, an ultra-low chassis, and a shining golden crown on the front of the car. What a good thing!
Hong Dali looked at Liu Mingcheng with a smile: "Why don't you go find some bricks, steel pipes, hammers, and the like?"
"Okay!" Looking at this posture, Liu Mingcheng knew what Hong Dali was going to do, and turned around and left with a few buddies without saying a word.
Ling Yi asked in a low voice: "Brother Dali, are you still planning to..."
"Of course you want to lose your family, do you still need to ask?" Hong Dali said matter-of-factly: "I haven't heard anything for a long time..."
Soon, Liu Mingcheng and a few others ran back with the guy on their shoulders. Two big hammers and a steel pipe as thick as an arm arrived in front of Hong Dali. Liu Mingcheng asked with a smile on his face: "Dali, the old rules?"
My car was smashed just a few months ago, but now I am smiling and asking if this is the old rule, which is quite funny.
"Of course," Hong Dali looked at the car expressionlessly and said, "Let's see how the noise sounds."
As he spoke, he turned to Liu Mingcheng and said, "Smash it!"
"Okay!" Liu Mingcheng picked up the sledgehammer without any hesitation!
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!" There was a deafening muffled sound, and shards of glass shattered on the ground, but in the blink of an eye, this car also ended up with the same fate as his previous Trident sports car.
We can only sell scrap metal...
Scenes like smashing cars don't happen often. The students watching around pointed at them: "Haha, this is really quick retribution. Just after Xiong Wei beat Liu Mingcheng, the car was smashed when he turned around!" "Yes, poor thing.
, hundreds of thousands..." "We don't understand the wisdom of gods, but this time Xiong Wei is in a big way." "Yes, yes, let's see how he still wants to be the boss! Haha!"
Xiong Wei looked at the car that had been smashed into scrap metal from a distance and felt like crying. He had only bought this car three days ago...
"Brother, are we just going to watch like this?" The younger brother beside him said anxiously, "How about we just go over and fight with them!"
"Are you stupid?" Xiong Wei said depressedly: "This Hong Dali is indeed called Dali. He is as strong as his grandmother. If I punch you, you will definitely fall down! Stop talking and go back and report to the young master!"
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Dynasty Hotel.
"Young Master, Xiong Wei and the others failed." The bodyguard carefully reported to Wuben Guanghui: "Xiong Wei competed with Hong Dali and lost miserably. Even his car was driven away and was smashed to pieces. He was later sold for scrap.
Ironclad."
"Baga!" Wuben Guangqi jumped: "These two trashes cannot be defeated by Hong Dali, so what use are they?! Tell them to get lost and don't appear in front of me again in the future!"
"Received!" The bodyguard quickly agreed and asked: "Then young master, let's go on..."
"Start promoting Min Feiyao's concert immediately!" Wu Benguang said slowly: "Since Wu is not good enough, then we will change the text! This time, we will completely suppress Hong Dali in the entertainment industry and ask him to do it again in the future.
I can’t even raise my head! Go quickly!”
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