The middle-aged martial artist originally had a grimace on his face, but when he saw the excitement of the crowd around him, his expression immediately became vivid. He immediately ordered the two frightened children to pick up the copper basin again and went back to the crowd.

The "performance fee" was collected, and this time the audience was all excited. Just like in the first round, the largest bill was only five yuan, but this time people voted ten yuan, twenty yuan, or even

It was a fifty-hundred-hundred-dollar bill! A wealthy man with a gold chain even threw in a small wad of red bills! Seeing this scene, the middle-aged martial artist's dull face couldn't help but light up with joy!

The exciting time is always short. After a while, the young man in black shook his hand. It seemed that the completely unequal battle just now had even hurt his hand.

He walked up to the yellow-haired gangster and asked gently: "Do you want more money?" The yellow-haired gangster glared at him fiercely, spit on the ground, and said in a fierce voice: "Don't give in, ****."

I'll meet you again..."

The young man in black grabbed a handful of yellow hair and threw it to the ground, facing the mouth of thick phlegm. Then he rubbed it hard and said leisurely: "Oh, it's really bad. It's wrong to spit everywhere."

Yeah, what did you just say?"

The yellow-haired gangster spat out a mouthful of blood, yelled crazily, waved his arms, and tried to catch the black-clothed boy with his backhand. How could the black-clothed boy give him this chance? He grabbed Huang-mao's hair.

He directly lifted him up, and before the yellow-haired gangster could reach out his hand to his clothes, he kicked the yellow-haired gangster in the stomach. The yellow-haired gangster screamed and flew two or three meters away. It was painful.

He couldn't even hum anymore. He was sucking in the air-conditioning, his face wrinkled up, and he lay weakly on the ground.

"Jet Kune Do·Side Kick!" The young man still did not forget his interest in performing, and loudly announced the name of his move, followed by Ada!, like a well-known kung fu star. Sure enough, this Ada!

, immediately aroused excited screams from the audience and triggered another round of investment craze.

The young man in black walked over, pulled up the yellow-haired gangster's head again and asked gently: "Do you want more money?" The yellow-haired gangster's breath was already a little weak, and he still cursed: "I × you..."

The originally calm young man in black suddenly became ferocious when he heard these words, and his two pupils dangerously shrank into two pinholes like cobras. Before the yellow-haired gangster finished cursing, he grabbed

He banged his head on the ground and kept asking: "Do you still want more money? Do you still want more money? I ask you whether you still want any money!!!"

The black-clothed young man just now seemed to have some sense of control with his attacks. Although his attacks were heavy, they were only superficial injuries. He could get out of bed after a day or two of rest, and he would be like a normal person after a week of rest. Unexpectedly, this yellow-haired gangster cursed.

With such a very common curse word, the hand of the boy in black suddenly became heavier, and he almost smashed the yellow-haired gangster to death, and he would not stop until his brains were smashed out!

Finally, the yellow-haired gangster could no longer move. The middle-aged martial artist also discovered what was going on here and immediately rushed forward. He stretched out his hands from behind, stretched out from the armpits of the young man in black, and hugged his shoulders.

, dragged him away. The boy in black didn't let go, and even dragged the yellow-haired gangster for more than ten centimeters, until the yellow-haired gangster's hair was pulled out before he escaped.

Pass a tribulation.

The middle-aged martial artist hurriedly advised: "Chen Xiang, don't hit him again. Didn't he scold him? Just spare him! If you hit him again, he will be killed!"

It turns out that this black-clothed boy named Chen Xiang has had no mother since he was a child, and his father is unknown. He is a real orphan. He can't tolerate others to curse those words. If anyone dares to curse, Chen Xiang will definitely punish him.

He lost half his life.

It was obvious that the middle-aged martial artist was very strong. He dragged the black-clothed boy Chen Xiang away forcefully. Chen Xiang was still unhappy and stretched out his foot to kick the yellow-haired gangster hard as if he were kicking a football.

The yellow-haired gangster's face was turned out with blood on his head. His whole body seemed to be bounced by a spring. He flipped over in the air, fell to the ground, and was hit hard again.

The young man in black, Chen Xiang, took a few breaths, got rid of the middle-aged martial artist's arm, stood on his own, and patted the ashes on his body with trembling hands.

After taking two deep breaths, Chen Xiang adjusted his ferocious face like a demon in hell, showed a harmless smile again, bowed his hands to the onlookers around him and said: "Dear fellow villagers,

This is the real skill of punching to the flesh and drawing blood, everyone has seen it, right? If you like it, please give us a few pocket coins, which means that we have eliminated violence and made peace. Thank you, everyone, thank you!

"

The middle-aged martial artist sighed, and was a little surprised that the young man had adjusted his emotions so quickly this time. When he saw the onlookers around him who had seen the blood, they all shouted excitedly, and then handed over the money.

One after another, they poured it into the bowl of the patrolling children. After a while, the big bowl was completely full, and the patrolling children had to press it with their hands before they could continue.

The remaining gangsters were supporting each other and preparing to escape. The young man in black, the murderous god of death, stood in front of them and said with a smile: "You want to leave now? I'll kill you all."

Take out all the money!"

The gangsters looked at each other blankly, knowing that they were indeed no match for each other, so they obediently took out all the money they had and put it into the hands of this ugly but ruthless young man with trembling hands.

The performance soon ended, and the grass-stage team packed up and returned to the cheap guest house they rented.

Under the dim light, the middle-aged martial artist was smoking a dry cigarette, frowning at the ground, and finally opened his mouth solemnly as if he had made some decision.

"Chen Xiang, I really can't take you with me this time. You see...we are acting together, so we cause some trouble. Although you are not wanted, the policemen in the surrounding police stations all know about you.

If I take you with me again..." the middle-aged martial artist said with some embarrassment.

Chen Xiang, who was lying on the bed and eating cucumbers leisurely, said completely nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, Fifth Uncle, I have learned all your skills anyway, and you don't even have any decent internal skills. It's really embarrassing. Now I don't

There is no need to follow everyone anymore, I have a way to survive on my own! Doesn’t Fifth Uncle know how hard my life is? Hahaha~"

Uncle Chen Wu naturally knew that this child had a hard life and an even harder heart, but he always felt a little embarrassed. After all, many conflicts were resolved with the help of this young boy. He also felt somewhat guilty. Although he was a martial artist, he

He really doesn't know any advanced internal skills, he can only be regarded as a farmer who can't get on the stage. Chen Xiang is a martial arts fanatic and wants to learn more advanced internal skills, but he has no way to provide it to him.
Chapter completed!