Ximen Lang smiled and said: "Really? Gifts are light on gifts but affection is important on the other. One dollar is also the heartfelt wish of the Huamen of M country. We should be grateful to others."
"But...this dollar also has a turtle painted on it..."
After hearing these words, the faces of Qiao Santai and others changed. They looked angrily at the big black man who was holding his head high and making a fuss. They cursed in their hearts. It was too much to bully people. You just gave me a dollar as a gift.
, but drawing a turtle on a gift is clearly provocative!
A cold light flashed in Ximen Langxing's eyes, and he was extremely angry in his heart. He cursed secretly: Damn it, no matter what, we are all from the Hua sect, and we are from the same sect. Especially before the Hua sect was split, your Hua sect of Country M was still my Z.
The subordinates of Guohua Sect have now become so rude and blatantly insulted me, the chief sect leader. I will take note of this!
The young and mature Ximen Lang suppressed his anger and said with a smile: "People in M country have always been humorous, and the gifts are so fun. Yes, show me the gifts."
"Yes." The leader of Huamen presented a dollar with both hands.
Ximen Lang caught it in his hand, held it high, and looked at it intently. Under the sun, the turtle with its neck stretched out seemed to be laughing at him. We are the same kind!
The smile on his face grew stronger, but Ximen Lang was furious in his heart. He put down the banknotes and said with a smile: "The gift is very precious. Thank you, boss."
The big black man showed a malicious smile on his face and responded: "You're welcome, our boss said that if the Ximen Sect Master likes it, he will give you a live one in the future."
Ximen Lang nodded, "Very good, I remember your boss's deep friendship. What's your name?"
The big black man said: "My name is Faith."
Ximen Lang looked at his ugly face and the thick curly hair on his head, and said, "I found that you look very similar to that turtle..."
Faith is undoubtedly a Z-country expert and understands what the turtle represents. After hearing this, he became furious and cursed: "You look just like a turtle. The men in your Z country are all bastards, and your women are like buses.
Let us foreign men do whatever we want..."
"I'll fuck you | Mom..." Fatty Han, who had a fiery personality, couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over suddenly, swinging his fist and punching out.
"Ah..." Faith was hit in the left eye by a fist, and screamed in pain. His head suddenly tilted to the side, and his body involuntarily took two steps back, almost falling.
When they turned around, everyone saw clearly that this guy's left eye socket had turned black and swollen.
Faith bared his teeth and looked at the fat man opposite him with angry eyes. He cursed like a wild beast: "You dare to hit me... I will destroy you..."
Fatty Han looked at him contemptuously and sneered: "Okay, let me show you how powerful you, a member of M Country's Huamen, are."
Faith said angrily: "You asked for this, look at how powerful I am. I am a Shaolin lay disciple, I will beat you to death, you bastard." Then he screamed twice, his body flashed, and his fists and feet cooperated with it, showing out
There are several shapes, including a boy worshiping Buddha, a goshawk and a rabbit, etc., and they all look quite different.
Fatty Han looked at the other person with a puzzled look on his face. Seeing the guy posing wildly, he became impatient and cursed: "Fuck you..." He rushed over and punched out again.
Just as Faith was making a fool of himself, he didn't expect another punch from the opponent. He couldn't dodge and was hit in the right eye. He felt his head buzzing, his vision went black, and he fell to the ground with his face turned upward.
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Fortunately, this guy had rough skin and thick flesh, and was quite capable of resisting a blow. He jumped up from the ground with a standard carp kick, and felt his eyes were extremely swollen and burning, making him grin unbearably.
Everyone saw his eyes turning black and blue, like panda eyes, and they all laughed happily and made sarcastic remarks.
"Look at this M-dog, it's wearing glasses."
"I guess this tortoise is a hybrid."
"What kind of thing could it be hybridized with to look like a bird?"
"Probably hybridized with a cobra."
"Correct answer..."
Faith was furious and said angrily: "If I don't show you how powerful you are, you don't know that Lord Ma has three eyes..." He took a big step and ran over, punching with both fists non-stop, and landed a beautiful combination of punches.
There were two moments.
Fatty Han swung his arms and kept parrying. When the opponent's punches were too strong and there was no time to take them back, he flew up with a kick and put it on the guy's stomach.
This kick was so heavy that Faith's face turned pale and he took three steps back, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Fatty Han roared, jumped over, grabbed the guy's right arm and twisted it violently. There was an ear-piercing sound of bones breaking, and Faith's right arm was violently broken by him.
"Oh...my arm..." Faith screamed.
Fatty Han turned sideways and kicked out again. Despite his huge body, his movements were extremely flexible, comparable to kung fu superstar Sammo Hung. This kick hit extremely high, hitting Faith's long, dark face.
"Ah..." Faith's head suddenly turned to the left and he spat out a mouthful of blood with two teeth mixed in. Then, his body also spun and he fell to the ground with a plop.
Fatty Han was still angry. He stepped forward and kicked the guy one after another. He kicked the guy over and over and screamed in agony. While he was violent, he yelled: "Fuck you, motherfucker, who are you?"
, You dare to come to Huamen and pretend to be so cute, who’s pants didn’t cover the crotch tightly enough to let you get out..."
Faith felt the opponent's big leather shoes with pointed toes hitting him like a hammer. The pain was so deep that he no longer dared to be arrogant. He hurriedly begged for mercy and said: "Uncle Huamen... don't fight... I'm convinced."
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Ximen Lang sneered, waved his hand and said, "Fat man, let's do this for now, don't beat him to death."
After hearing the instructions from the Chief Sect Master, Fatty Han stopped, but couldn't help but kicked him one last time, and cursed: "Don't fucking pretend to be dead, get up and kneel down in front of our Chief Sect Master."
"Yes...yes..." Feis endured the pain all over his body and got up, kneeling in front of Ximen Lang. With his face covered in blood, he no longer looked as arrogant as before and was in a state of embarrassment.
Ximen Lang said coldly: "People are just cheap, I treat you politely, but you insist on kicking your nose in the face. It's okay to get a fat beating this time. Damn it, I said you are a bastard, you are convinced."
No?"
Faith nodded sadly, "I'm convinced."
Ximen Lang had a sarcastic look on his face, "Are you a bastard?"
Faith hurriedly replied: "Yes...I am a bastard."
Ximen Lang asked with great interest: "What kind of bastard are you? Why are you wearing glasses?"
Faith knew in his heart that if he answered incorrectly, he would be beaten. He thought for a moment and said, "Well... I am the offspring of a tortoise and a cobra. I am a bastard..."