After entering the food stall, I saw that there was no space. The Japanese ronin in the lead pointed at Brother Niu’s table and shouted: “Your move out of the way!” Then he shouted to the food stall owner as if no one was around: “Come on the ground quickly, order good wine and good dishes,
We are mimisimi."
There was a panic in the stall, and the boss shouted: "Here, come, Taijun wait for a moment."
Brother Niu shook his head and sighed, holding the wine glass and vegetable plate, and got up and left. The person who looked like a teacher was a little slower, and was overturned to the ground by the leader of the Japanese ronin and the chair. Brother Niu rushed towards the Japanese ronin angrily.
He was so hard that he screamed and bent down in pain. The guy from the stewardship station came to smooth things over, but was pushed to the ground by the Japanese ronin, and he never dared to say anything again.
Wang Dali and Liang Xiaodong looked at the captain at the same time. Jiang Hailong took a sip of wine and looked around, pressed Liang Xiaodong's hand and said, "You are pretending to be the boss and don't expose it. Let Dali take people to teach them a lesson. We are by the side.
Watch the fun. Dali, please be at ease and don’t make a life hard to escape.”
Wang Dali and his two soldiers had long been full of eyes and furious. He jumped up from his seat like a spring when he heard this, and rushed towards the Japanese ronin like a hungry eagle. One of them caught one and fisted and fucked.
A storm beats hard.
Wang Dali dealt with the most arrogant Japanese ronin. This guy obviously learned martial arts and actually blocked Wang Dali's punch and palm, and kicked Wang Dali hard into the crotch. Wang Dali suddenly became angry.
He grabbed his ankle with his left hand and took a step slanted with his right leg. He hit him with a fierce elbow and fell to his head. Then he took off his wooden slippers and knocked him on his head with a "bang". Wang Dali's move was not serious.
The wooden slippers were in two pieces, and the Japanese ronin fainted with a muffled groan.
A few Japanese ronin who looked like street gangsters were not the opponent of the harshly trained spy warriors. After a few rounds, they had only the ability to parry and no fight back. Wang Dali and the other three were like lightning, and they made a move with wind, and a few dull sounds
After the sound, the Japanese ronin, who was arrogant and domineering just now, was knocked down to the ground and howled wildly. Brother Niu, who had been driven away by the Japanese ronin, suddenly surrounded the table. Brother Niu was the first to get angry and led everyone to hold up the chair and bench.
, hit the Japanese ronin in the face. Brother Niu picked up a bowl of hot soup and covered a Japanese ronin's face, and said viciously: "Dog Japanese gangster, I'll let you have a good time!"
Jiang Hailong casually took out the silver dollar to the boss and told him to leave quickly. The boss thanked him for help and dragged his friend away, and he didn't want the pot, basin, bowl and spoon. The silver dollar he gave was enough to buy two store stalls of the same size.
The puppet military police patrolling the street were alarmed and blew the sirens to come here. Jiang Hailong greeted him, and Brother Niu's group of people suddenly scattered. He led his group and his group to sneak back to the hotel. The police rushed to the yard and watched only
Go to the ground with broken dishes, bowls, broken tables and chairs and three half-dead Japanese ronin.
After breakfast the next day, Jiang Hailong could not resist the bitter begging of Wang Dali and Liang Xiaodong, and asked the other three to check out and take their luggage to the waiting room to wait, and take these two brothers with similar smells to the Dongmen Horse Farm.
There is indeed a Japanese-style ring in the center of the racecourse. There are crowds of people around the ring, and there are couplets with white and black words on the two pillars: Kick the sick man from East Asia in China and punch all kinds of Chinese heroes. There is a big "martial arts" written on the wall at the back of the ring.
A row of Japanese people sat against the wall with their arms in their arms, with a few silver dollars on the table in front of them. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers with guns were facing each other from the stage to maintain order, while an interpreter kept shouting at the front of the ring:
"Listen, everyone, the life and death of the fighters is up to their fate, and no troubles are allowed! The winners have ten prizes. Are there any ones who come up? Are there any ones who come up?"
Liang Xiaodong cursed: "The Japanese bastard is showing off his power in China, but he dares to post such arrogant slogans."
Jiang Hailong sighed: "They dare to kill and set fire, and there is nothing they can't do. Objectively speaking, some aspects of Japan are worth learning from, such as Japanese martial arts emphasize practicality and do not emphasize form, and are very popular among the people. We have many Chinese martial arts schools.
And complexity, the sects despise each other, conservatively, and disunity, and martial arts people are like a mess. Otherwise, how could a few Japanese samurai dare to come to our provincial capital to be arrogant?"
Wang Dali looked at the couplets in the ring and wanted to jump onto the stage. Jiang Hailong said, "Don't be anxious, look at it for a while."