"If I heard correctly, were you scolding me just now?"
Lu Mingjun said with a smile and walked towards Zhang Ming.
"What's wrong with me scolding you? Now I'm going to beat you!"
This guy has destroyed Qiao Qiao's image of a goddess in his own mind. Shouldn't he be beaten?
As captains, their physical fitness must pass the test, because before selection, they all went through layers of training to get to where they are today.
In Zhang Ming's eyes, Lu Mingjun is an out-and-out thin dog, and it would be easy to deal with him by himself.
Male animals sometimes look at their fighting prowess, just like a male lion looking for territory.
As long as he showed strong fighting power, he would be able to conquer female animals, so Zhang Ming believed that defeating Lu Mingjun would be an opportunity for him to gain Qiao Qiao's recognition.
"Just you?"
Lu Mingjun had a look of disdain on his face, and at this time he had already arrived in front of Zhang Ming.
"Fuck you uncle!"
Zhang Ming yelled at him, picked up a wine bottle, and threw it at Lu Mingjun's head.
His skills are indeed relatively agile, but this is only compared to ordinary people.
In Young Master Lu's eyes, this action was no different from the slow-motion playback in the movie. It had slowed down to frame by frame.
For such a person, Lu Mingjun thought it was better to be simple and direct, so he had no intention of evading and raised his right fist to win.
"Boom!"
The wine bottle hit his fist and broke into pieces.
But Young Master Lu's punch did not slow down and hit Zhang Ming hard on the face.
He had no luck with this punch, he just relied on the strength of his body to deliver it.
However, despite this, Zhang Ming was beaten to pieces and fell directly onto the chair.
Lu Mingjun stepped forward again, grabbed Zhang Ming's hair with his right hand, and held him in his hand with a little force.
"Going against Qiao Qiao is tantamount to poaching my corner. People like you deserve to die. Today I will give you a little lesson to help you remember it!"
After saying that, he picked up his head and slammed it towards the round table.
"Boom!"
Zhang Ming's head hit the round table hard, making a muffled sound.
Because Lu Mingjun's strength was really too great, blood was drawn immediately.
At this time, Zhang Ming was still a little unconvinced and struggled desperately to get rid of Lu Mingjun's control so he could fight back.
However, his small strength could be ignored in Lu Mingjun's eyes.
After the first bump, he picked up his head again, and then followed the same pattern and had a second intimate contact.
"Boom!"
This time, Zhang Ming was completely stunned and had no strength to struggle at all.
However, Lu Mingjun had no intention of letting him go, and continued to hit his head against the thick table, making muffled sounds one after another.
After more than ten blows in a row, Zhang Ming completely lost consciousness and fainted.