(I went to bed very early last night and woke up late in the morning. This chapter came a little late...)
After walking to the door of the smoking room, Miao Qingqing, who was following Lin Kun, suddenly said: "Thank you."
Lin Kun turned around and smiled: "Thank me for what?"
Miao Qingqing lowered her head slightly and said, "You just helped me out."
Lin Kun smiled and joked: "I'm going in to smoke, do you want to have one too?"
Miao Qingqing raised her head, glared at Lin Kun with a fierce look in her eyes, turned around and walked away. The good feeling that had just arisen in her heart disappeared in an instant. This was a gangster!
Like other stinky men, he coveted his own beauty and deliberately teased her.
Lin Kun walked into the interrogation room with a smile. There is always an indescribable simplicity and stupidity in this young girl who is not experienced in the world. This stupidity is not ironic, but quite cute.
Lin Kun touched his pocket and saw that he really didn't bring a lighter. But fortunately, there was another person in the smoking room, wearing a patient's uniform, sitting on the bench in the smoking room, with one foot on it and his eyes half closed.
He looks like a little gangster on the road.
Lin Kun smiled and said, "Brother, lend me a hand."
This guy looked about thirty or so. He had shaved yellow hair and looked particularly out of place. He took a sip of the cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Lin Kun with disdain, and said with hostility: "Did you just do that?"
Are you teasing Qingqing?"
"Qingqing?" Lin Kun was confused.
"Why are you pretending to be with me? I heard and saw everything just now." This guy said and stood up suddenly. This wind-like posture is really impressive.
Immediately afterwards, this guy's eyes widened, and a cold light flashed on his slightly darkened face. If there were a few more beards on his bare lips, he would probably be able to blow them up by now.
According to this guy's original expectation, he stood up with such an imposing manner and then glared condescendingly at the kid in front of him, which immediately shocked him.
This is called not having to fight, but already winning most of the battle.
But the tragedy was that when this guy with a shaved head of yellow hair stood up, he found that even if he stood on tiptoes and straightened his neck, he still couldn't reach eye level with Lin Kun.
Lin Kun is 1.85 meters tall, while this guy is only 1.7 meters tall at most. The word 'tall, rich and handsome', first of all, the word 'tall' is not taken up. It is not clear whether he is rich or not, and the word 'handsome' is not taken up.
With such a dignified appearance that he wants nothing, apart from having money in his pocket, Lin Kun really can't think of a reason why he should pursue a fair and supple little nurse.
Lin Kun smiled jokingly and reached out to pull the cigarette out of this guy's mouth. The guy instinctively turned his head to hide, but unfortunately he didn't. Lin Kun pinched the half of the cigarette and lit the cigarette in his mouth.
, this yellow-haired guy was already furious. He opened his mouth and was about to curse at Lin Kun, but Lin Kun stuffed the cigarette back at him.
"Thank you!" Lin Kun said with a frivolous smile, turned around and was about to sit down.
"Boy, you did it on purpose!" Huang Mao roared with his eyes wide open, and he was about to greet Lin Kun with his teeth and claws.
"how?"
Lin Kun suddenly turned around, with a calm expression on his face, and still had that frivolous smile on his lips, and said with a smile: "Brother, this is a hospital, do you want to hit someone?"
"Hit, what's wrong with hitting you!" This guy was frightened by Lin Kun's calm and calm look. He clenched his fists tightly, but he felt unsure in his heart.
Lin Kun smiled and moved his face closer, pointing at his cheek and saying, "Here, hit him accordingly."
This guy panicked and looked at Lin Kun with flickering eyes. He waved his clenched fists, but froze in the air and did not dare to drop them. He just made two pretentious gestures.
"Why, you don't dare to fight?"
Lin Kun straightened up with a smile and blew out a cloud of white smoke from his mouth. He really didn't want to meet this yellow-haired man, so he turned around and was about to sit on the bench behind him.
There are a lot of people like yellow-haired men in society. They don’t know what kind of capital they are relying on, but they have to put on the most powerful attitude in the world. Whoever catches and bites someone is often not the most awesome, but the one in his heart.
An empty and lonely mad dog.
Whoosh!
A soft wind of fist came from behind. Lin Kun smiled and suddenly turned around. With a wave of his big hand, he directly grabbed the sneak attack fist of the yellow-haired man.
The expression on the yellow-haired man's face was startled, and he instinctively wanted to withdraw his fist.
Lin Kun said with a smile: "Brother, don't bother, look at the way you act like a strong one, you must have been exhausted by excessive drinking and sex. Since you are a playboy, don't set your sights on other innocent little girls.
."
"Bah!"
The yellow-haired man cursed angrily and threatened: "Boy, if you are sensible, let me go as soon as possible and let me slap you twice to vent your anger, otherwise..."
Snap!
With a clear sound, Lin Kun slapped his hand directly, and a big ear scraper slapped the rest of the yellow-haired man's words into his throat. The yellow-haired man's face turned to one side, half of his cheeks were swollen, and he turned his head to glare at Lin Kun and wanted to be angry again.
Scolding: "You..."
Snap!
There was another crisp sound, and Lin Kun slapped him again with his backhand, choking the yellow-haired man's words into his throat again. This time, the yellow-haired man's cheeks looked more symmetrical, and his originally dark complexion became darker.
.
squeak……
The glass door of the smoking room was opened from the outside, and an old man with a white beard slipped in like a thief. After entering, he immediately turned back and leaned out the door to look around. He looked like an old spy in a war movie.
Same.
After confirming that no one was following him, the old man let out a long sigh of relief and straightened his body. The old man was not very tall and his body was very lean. But after he straightened his body like this, he immediately had a stamina that ordinary people don't have.
Yue's temperament seems to have transformed from an old agent into an old general commanding thousands of troops.
"Um?"
As soon as the old man turned around, he saw two young people with somewhat peculiar shapes in front of him. The short one had his neck crooked, and the tall one clenched his short fists. Both of them looked towards him.
The old man grinned and returned to his cunning old agent look before, and said, "Young man, what are you two doing? Are you fighting?"
The yellow-haired man had no shame to speak, he was obviously the one being abused.
Lin Kun said with a smile: "Senior, look at how cautious you were just now. You must have secretly gone out to smoke behind your family's back. It's better to be careful about your health."
Being poked into his mind, the old man was a little unhappy and said: "I want you guys to take care of it. You beat yours, and I'll beat mine. Just treat it as a spectator."
Lin Kun chuckled, turned to look at the yellow-haired man and said, "Are we still fighting?"
The yellow-haired man turned his head, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, roaring in his heart as ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past. It was obvious that he was being abused unilaterally, and this was not a fight at all!
This short, ugly, yellow-haired man had a tough temper. He raised his neck, a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and said in an arrogant tone: "Boy, I'd better not let me meet you again in the future, otherwise...
…”
The old man sitting on the chair next to him interrupted and said, "Otherwise, I'll break his legs!"
This old man is really not afraid of the fun. He is already a man of his age, and he still joins in the fun with the younger ones.
The yellow-haired man immediately glared at the white-bearded old man with fierce eyes and cursed angrily: "Old immortal, I want you to interrupt, believe it or not, I will beat you to your knees and beg for mercy!"
"Oh, young man, you have a bad mouth. No wonder you were beaten." The old man with a white beard said with a smile: "There are not many people in China who dare to speak to me like this. I will give you a chance today. If you
If you can beat me to the point where I kneel down and beg for mercy, I will give you a big gift; if you can't, I will beat you until I kneel down and beg for mercy."
Lin Kun turned his head slightly and glanced at the old man out of the corner of his eye. From the moment the white-bearded old man came in, Lin Kun noticed that this old man's aura was unusual. He should be a well-trained internal expert.
The atmosphere of martial arts is between insiders and outsiders. The practice of internal martial arts pays attention to the word "qi", but this "qi" is not as mysterious as the qi in fantasy novels. Each of us has qi. Every time we breathe in, we have qi.
Every time I vomit or take in my breath, I feel angry.
If this spirit has been cultivated to a certain level, its power cannot be underestimated.
The Kung Fu of the foreign family is much more common than the Kung Fu of the inner family. The Kung Fu of the foreign family mainly focuses on physical training. Take our King Lin Dabing as an example. Pure physical training can make the body's strength and speed reach a level that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
By reaching such heights and using some martial arts moves, he becomes a master in the eyes of ordinary people.
In the martial arts world of China, there have always been different opinions on the comparison between the martial arts of outsiders and insiders, and outsiders and insiders have also competed to form two major schools.
Some people prefer external Kung Fu, and they naturally say that external Kung Fu is stronger than internal Kung Fu.
Some people prefer internal Kungfu and claim that internal Kungfu is far superior to external Kungfu.
No one can say who is stronger and who is weaker, but the basic starting point is the same.
Lin Kun was secretly surprised. Could it be that this white-bearded old man was actually a master of the internal martial arts? You must know that over the years in China, there have been fewer and fewer people from the internal martial arts school. Some real masters of the internal martial arts have also chosen to hide in the
World.
When Lin Kun was on a mission in the past, he had heard some rumors about the inner martial arts school. It seemed that more than ten years ago, it was the most intense period of competition between the inner martial arts and the inner martial arts in the Chinese martial arts world. Jianghu has been a thing since ancient times.
It's always been there, but it's just not felt by ordinary people.
At that time, the two factions, the inner family and the outer family, each sent their top masters to fight. As a result, the masters of the inner family lost. According to the terms of the competition, the losing side automatically retired.
Of course, these are just rumors, and there is no way to verify whether they are true or false. They are just listened to as gossip.
Lin Kun deliberately let go of the yellow-haired man's hand and said jokingly: "Brother, if you really can't handle an old man, then you better stop bragging in the future."
The yellow-haired man knew that he was no match for Lin Kun, so he snorted coldly, turned around and came towards the old man with a white beard, with a fierce look on his face, as if he was determined to inflict all the abuse he suffered from Lin Kun on him.
On this old man's body.
"I'll put you in a coffin today if I let you, an old man, mind your own business!"
The yellow-haired man clenched his fists tightly, cursed angrily, and then swung his fists at the old man with the white beard. The two punches were merciless and went straight to his temples.
The old man with the white beard touched his pocket. He originally wanted to hold the cigarette in his mouth and imitate Lin Kun's appearance and look cool. But when he touched his pocket, he found that it was empty. Then he remembered that he had taken it out in a hurry and forgot to hide it under the pillow.
The cigarettes were stolen.
The white-bearded old man was frowning, and the fist in front of him had already flown over. The old man waved his hand seemingly casually, and directly pushed the yellow-haired man's fist away. There was only a slight sound in the whole process, as if his hand was fidgeting with silk.
Same as above.
But judging from the reaction of the yellow-haired man, it was not that simple. He screamed in pain, and his arm seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer. A severe pain spread throughout his body, and his whole body was violently pulled to the side by this arm.
Staggering.
With a whoosh, he bumped into the bench next to him.
Lin Kun stood beside him. He had been cautious in his heart, in case the old man with a white beard was just a tough talker, so that he could help him at the critical moment. But after seeing the result, a light flashed in his eyes. This old man