Over there, the middle-aged man in charge finally came over, hoping to put the matter to rest.
But Brother Buffalo came directly to the trouble, with a fierce light in his eyes, one of the brightest!
"Coach, this person asked for this. He said he wanted to fight with me. Anyway, we have to fight fair to decide the candidate. If he said this, just give him a chance. Don't worry, coach, I won't die.
Hand, if he doesn’t have to hang out with me in the future, give him some color in advance and see, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.”
When the man in charge heard this, he swallowed what he wanted to say and looked at Bai Che for some reason.
To be honest, even though this former coach of the martial arts gym received a "bad money" and would definitely give face to Mr. Li, in any case, this person looked down on Bai Che and PHS from the bottom of his heart.
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I wish Bai Che would agree. Anyway, as long as no one is killed, it will be easy to talk about, and there will be no problem with the default quota.
"Pull him down, this guy just yelled. How can he have the guts to fight with Brother Buffalo? Brother Buffalo can do it with one hand."
"Yes, if we are willing to pay some dirty money, we people may not be able to compete with this skinny monkey, but when it comes to fighting, let alone Brother Buffalo, I will come up here. With my body, just two or three times, this kid won't submit.
Just lie down and think that all my fighting skills these past few years have been in vain!"
"Forget it, it won't work anyway, this guy is just a tough talker."
The people behind him were talking to each other, and they were full of sarcasm. They didn't expect Bai Che to really agree to get on the fighting ring.
"Forget it, people are the ones who pay."
The middle-aged man in charge, who was called the coach by Brother Buffalo, saw that Bai Che had not yet responded, so he thought Bai Che was just talking, so he settled things down.
But his words and demeanor were full of contempt, almost saying that Bai Che was a coward.
"Coach, I think that's the case too. Hmm, just wait and see. If you don't look at my bison's face from now on, you'll look better."
The bison was also "unmotivated", and his expression improved a lot. He thought that Bai Che and PHS had given in, and were ready to start the bodyguard selection competition.
"You can come together!"
Bai Che's words were "astonishing" and his expression was indifferent.
What?!
At this time, not to mention the muscular men such as Bison were furious, even the coach who received the envelope was spitting out sweet things.
"That's alright. With your small body, you can't even bear a slap."
At this time, PHS was a little panicked.
I am worried that the master of the pavilion cannot control his emotions and wants to teach these chickens and dogs a lesson.
"Xiao...Xiaobai, don't be impulsive, we...we still have a mission..."
PHS tried his best to put it tactfully, but he only guessed half of it right.
Bai Che planned to take action, but he would not expose anything.
These little ants, could it be that Bai Che still needs to use his martial arts skills?!
"It's okay to have a bad mouth, but if you hurt someone, there must be a result."
Bai Che took a step forward and his eyes fell on the buffalo man.
Perhaps it was Bai Che's reaction that really made the bison feel that he could not hold his own face, and completely angered this person.
At that moment, she screamed, and stepped forward to hug and throw her, and then planned to perform a cross-fixation to make this little body cry bitterly and cry for father and mother.
It's a pity that imagination is beautiful.
Bai Che kicked so fast that with the naked eye, he could only capture the afterimage.
The buffalo's calf felt as if it had been hit by a steel pipe. It only felt numb, and the next second, severe pain struck. The whole person was paralyzed, fell to the ground in pain, holding the calf and turning over and over. It was a tragedy.
Those present did not react much, and some even laughed out loud, thinking that the bison was trying to blackmail people. Could it be possible that with all the tendons on his body, he could be kicked and injured by this skinny monkey?
Even if you stand still, the other party probably won't be able to do anything, just like an adult hitting a child.
"It's broken, it's broken...ahhhhh..."
The bison was in pain and raised his hands repeatedly, just like the habit in amateur fighting matches. This was a gesture of admitting defeat and raising a white flag.