Shilinhou and the others arrived at Lincoln Center first and had already started to warm up. They said they were warming up, but they were just practicing their voices and walking on stage. Su Butong and Fan Ming were dueting backstage. At this time, five or six people wearing clothes came in from the front door.

The black men in hip-hop outfits wore their peaked caps backwards and each had a gold chain around their necks. The man in charge asked rudely: "Who is Su Butong?"

"Why are you looking for him?" Zhou Guanglong saw the master walking this way. He didn't want to disturb the old man, so he walked up to the black man.

The black man pushed Zhou Guanglong: "Stop talking nonsense, where is he?"

"Uncle Xiaotai, something is wrong. A group of black people are coming to find you. They don't look like good people." Zhang Yulei hurried to the backstage.

Su Butong stood up and asked, "How many people are there?"

"Five or six."

"Young Master, this person is not a good person. You'd better avoid him." Fan Ming said worriedly.

"We are the ones here." Subudong was not a shy person, "Let's go and meet them later."

"Ouch!" Fan Ming stamped his foot, not knowing what to do.

Su Butong came to the front and found several black people surrounding Zhou Guanglong. He frowned and said, "I am Su Butong. What advice do you have?"

"Are you Su Butong? You can talk about talk shows, right? Talk about a talk show and listen to it. If we don't laugh, we will destroy your show."

Su Butong said with a smile: "Good morning, gentlemen."

Su Butong brewed up the contents in his stomach and said: "The dung beetle was walking on the road. Suddenly a magpie blocked his way. The magpie asked: "What are you doing?" The dung beetle said: "I am looking for dung (seeking death).

Then the magpie clicked it and ate it..."

Everyone:......

No one in this gang of black men laughed. Only a group of people from China understood the point of Su Butong’s joke.

Su Butong was a little embarrassed and asked Fan Ming behind him: "Did they not understand? Can you translate for the translator?"

Fan Mingxin, okay, at this time, you still think about me complimenting you? Do you really think these black uncles are here to listen to your cross talk?

But he is a professional admirer after all, and he is not ambiguous in his words: "This joke can actually be explained with a Chinese saying - the dung beetle lights up the lantern - looking for (death) dung."

A bunch of black uncles: "wtf."

There was a black old man who couldn't help laughing, holding his belly and laughing behind him.

The leader was angry: "What's the point of Su's joke? Why are you laughing?" Several other black uncles also looked at him in confusion.

The big gold chain on the black man's chest that laughed out loud trembled aggrievedly: "I just think it's fun to look for shit."

The leader of the black men: "..." You like looking for shit, right? I'll let you find enough when you get back!

"Okay, your joke is not funny, so I decided to destroy you." The leading black man said viciously.

"This is a bit unreasonable." Su Butong scratched his head, and then he was ready to deal with this person together. Anyway, he thought he was used to more than a dozen.

The crosstalk talkers present had all attended his apprenticeship banquet. It is said that the guys from the Xingyi Sect said that this Taishishu was a martial arts wizard who could not be seen in a century. Only Zhang Yulei and Yang Silang didn't know.

I want to go up and help.

"Hey, men, don't move. The young master alone is enough." Fan Ming, with quick eyesight and quick hands, hurriedly grabbed the two of them.

"What's wrong? Can this grand master master deal with these people by himself?" These two stupid young men didn't understand that Fan Ming was doing it for their own good.

Fan Ming sighed in his heart and said: "Hey men, you have never seen the martial arts and the grace of the young master. He was a hero who emerged from the sky, and he had a broad mind... He was unparalleled in the world.

A chivalrous man, he has superb martial arts... He fights for justice and fights injustices, and he is proud of life... His story is praised by people, his story is praised by people... By the way, it was autumn...

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"You're out of shape, right? Hurry up and make room." Marquis Shilin knew Su Butong's life experience, and naturally he also knew the weirdness of this guy. It would be a big deal for ordinary people to have an art, but this guy is really good.

, business is booming, and he is said to have a good reputation in cross talk. Are you going to fight... Hey, I have never heard that this young man has ever lost a fight.

The Grand Master spoke, and Fan Ming hurriedly gathered around the empty space. When those black uncles saw this posture, hehe, these Chinese people are not united, and they actually plan to watch?

It just so happens that I have long disliked this handsome boy, so I have to teach him a lesson!

Although Su Butong was injured, it was not a problem to deal with these black uncles who looked like they had been drained by alcohol and sex. "Offended!"

No one shouted start, he took the lead!

He sprinted and came to the leader, Uncle Hei. This man's gold chain was the thickest and largest. Su Butong was not polite to him. He pulled the gold chain to his knees, and Uncle Hei's face touched his knees.

Immediately, there was a close encounter. His face was bruised and bleeding, and he lay on the ground covering his face with his hands, unable to get up.

In this meeting, one person was crippled, and he was still the core among them. Everyone couldn't believe it.

Zhang Yulei quietly poked Yang Silang with his hand and asked, "Is this the little uncle we know?"

Yang Silang swallowed his saliva and said with some uncertainty: "Yes... it should be, right?"

When Mr. Guo saw Su Butong, he said "Ouch", "This kid's tricks are very dark and powerful."

Marquis Shilin didn't take it seriously: "The dispute between young people is over, so let's call the police."

Mr. Guo waved his hand and said, "It's different. Calling the police will not relieve our anger. If we had such a junior brother to help us when we were traveling in the world, we would not be so angry with those cowards."

"Now is not the same as before." Shilin Hou said with a smile.

"But no matter what age, there is always some trouble. If you don't look for him, he will look for you. Isn't that what happened to us today?"

"Yes, let's change the four subjects of cross talk? Change it to fight as soon as you say it?"

Mr. Guo laughed angrily and said, "This is what you said. You can explain it to the old gentlemen when the time comes."

However, Su Butong knocked down another person with one move. His movement was so fast that it was difficult to see what move he used.

The remaining three people did not dare to be careless and gathered together back to back. The black uncle who had laughed just now was shocked and frightened and said: "Hey, I told you that these Chinese people know kung fu, and we shouldn't provoke them.

"

The other two people had no intention of talking about this. One of them took out a gun. He originally didn't intend to use the gun, but now it's impossible to use it. He didn't believe that this person was so powerful that he could shoot bullets as fast as a gun!

"Be careful, he has a gun!" Yang Yulei said in shock.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

The gun in Uncle Hei's hand was knocked away. He looked at his weak palm and screamed in pain.

"It's boring." A voice came from the roof, "I thought there would be a good show. Shuanzi, you bastard, you shot too early. You must be afraid that you will lose the bet. I won this round.
Chapter completed!