Chapter 12 A small test of skills "*****!" Ke Han yelled, spitting out all the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for this period of time. It was already tragic enough to travel to this strange place.
, Fortunately, he is still a county magistrate, but this body is an empty frame with almost no real power, an irresponsible hand-off shopkeeper, can Ke Han not be depressed?
I found some excuses to vent at Zhang Caizhu's place today, and my heart became much brighter. Now on this small street, I was very happy because I found my childhood memories. I didn't expect that this guy disturbed Yaxing. I was really pissed off.
, it’s strange that I don’t want to beat you!
When the man heard the scolding, he followed the sound with disdain and looked at Ke Han, a stupid young man. He didn't take it seriously at all, but in just a moment, he saw Ke Han suddenly turned sideways, and with lightning speed, he flew up with a kick.
Kick that man hard in the stomach
The poor man was caught off guard and was kicked far away. He hit a brick wall and bounced to the ground. He collapsed and lay on his back like this. Ke Han still felt uncomfortable, so he squeezed his arm that still hurt a little.
, then, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the man who collapsed on the ground and cursed, "No one has ever dared to be violent to me! You are looking for death!"
The man got up from the ground with difficulty, shook his body, as if he had swallowed an ecstasy pill, shook his head violently, and then let out a loud roar, then jumped into the air, and flew back towards Ke Han like an eagle.
come over
Damn! Is this guy pretty good at beating me? Ke Han was a little surprised, very few people could accept his kick!
I remember that in the amateur Sanda competition in City W last year, I used this kick to knock over an opponent who looked like an elephant. Because the "elephant" avoided improperly, the kick hit the chest directly and broke it.
Three ribs almost cost him his life. Later, because he was not comfortable with the routine, and his movements were simple and rough, he was deemed too brutal by the judges. When he was about to enter the semi-finals, he was forcibly disqualified.
What's more serious is that Ke Han's name was also blacklisted. From then on, in W City, he was insulated from the competition.
Bullshit! How can there be no harm in a martial arts competition? Grandma is a bear! Routine? Never mind! If a gangster wants to kill someone, will he still follow the routine? Practical skills are the way to go!!
Ke Han was furious at that time. He kicked over the judges' table without hesitation and walked away! In this way, it became a secret known to everyone that he was secretly learning martial arts and participated in some competition just because of impulse.
Later, he was fired by the Japanese company where he had been interning for less than a month. Although he also had plans to leave, the meaning was different after all!
It was too far away, but at this moment, Ke Han had no time to think about it. He lifted his breath and suddenly turned over like a kite. Then he turned around and looked back at the moon. He stretched out his dragon-shaped claws and covered the man's head. He heard "
"Ah" screamed, and there were five blood marks on the top of the man's head. His condition was very miserable!
Ke Han's movements are so clean and neat, never sloppy! With his personality, this guy should have been destroyed long ago, but after all, he is also a victim, he just needs to be taught a lesson, otherwise, his head will turn into a bowling ball
If that guy knew this, he would be so lucky!
It’s no wonder that I have been angry with so many villagers in Taohuawu today, and I have reached the limit of my patience. If it weren’t for the fact that I was a fellow villager of Xiu’er, I wouldn’t have swallowed this suffocation!
"You're a fucking bird. Your things were stolen. You didn't have the ability to catch the thief, but you just grabbed me and didn't let me go. How dare you be so ambitious?! Let me tell you, I will never let myself be wronged, let alone
Will you rashly let your grievances stay overnight!" Ke Han then remembered to look for the thief. Where was the shadow of the thief? It turned out that the thief had already taken advantage of the chaos and escaped.
Ke Han cursed and kicked the package wrapped in broken silver with his feet to the man who almost turned into a "bowling ball". Then, he simply dusted the hem of his gown and turned around to leave.
At this time, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd of onlookers, and they saw three burly men rushing over from the outside. They were wearing a blue waistband, blue bloomers, a red belt, black square-top cloth shoes, and a yellow scarf on their heads.
Completely dressed like a samurai
"The three heroes of the Wang family are here!" someone whispered
People started to disperse in all directions, but some people wanted to leave but still stayed.
"What's going on? You didn't even say hello to me at the beginning?" The three heroes of the Wang family had already approached, and one of the fatter ones scolded, "It doesn't matter whether you are playing monkey tricks or practicing tricks, sir.
On this territory, I have to pay my respects to you first! Don’t let me manage this place in vain! Be smart about your money..."
Ke Han, who had not yet stepped out of the circle, understood this shouting. He was a bunch of gangsters who thought he was a busker. Why did they come here to ask for protection money?
"Hey, what about you!" Another shouted at Ke Han, "Are you deaf or mute? Why don't you understand?..."
Before this person could finish his words, Ke Han came up to him and slapped him twice in the mouth!
The other big guy was stunned for a moment, and then he felt something was wrong. He glanced around and found a disfigured man lying on the ground. The five blood marks on his head were even more horrifying. When he took a closer look, it turned out that there was something wrong.
They knew each other, so he couldn't help being shocked, and stammered: "Liu San? What, what, what's going on with you?" Then he didn't say anything more, and directly hit Ke Han with his fist.
Good guy, this one is a little taller than Ke Han.
Ke Han was not polite either. He swept his legs and used his strength to knock the big man to the ground. Then, he scolded the other two gangsters wearing "yellow turbans": "Open your dog eyes and take a look.
What do you do!..."
Ke Han was about to continue, but was interrupted by a shout.
"Oh, sir, you gave me such a hard time looking for it!" It turned out that it was Ma Changfa who came looking for him from across the street. He looked at the three "yellow turbans" and a disfigured man lying on the ground, and was a little surprised.
Then he looked at Ke Han suspiciously and asked worriedly, "Master, are you okay?"
"Haha, it's so shocking! They want to bully me. Fortunately, I still have some skills. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you!" Ke Han smiled sarcastically and relaxedly.
Ma Changfa began to blame himself, and said guiltily: "Oh, it's all my fault for being playful. The 'escort' came late. I hope you can forgive me!"
"It's nothing!" Ke Han really seemed to be fine. He patted Ma Changfa's shoulder and comforted him, "What is this? It doesn't matter, let's go."
Ke Han and Ma Changfa walked away gracefully, leaving behind everyone's surprised looks.
"This place is indeed a bit messy!" Ke Han sighed as he walked, "Go back and check the details of the three heroes of the Wang family! What is the name of the other one? Oh, Liu San?"
"Well, but we are not familiar with this place. We should ask Mr. He to bring someone over to help!" Ma Changfa replied
Ke Han smiled and said nothing
Before I knew it, I came to the door of a teahouse
It was time for afternoon tea, but the business of this teahouse was tepid. Compared with the long street stalls, sideshows, and other people on the street, it was indeed a lot quieter.
Most of the tea guests are elegant and literati. They just sit and chat, and drink tea while discussing the cup and slowly sipping it. Occasionally, there will be three or two new guests coming in and out, and they all look calm and unhurried.
It was rare to find peace and quiet here, but it suited Ke Han's wishes. He pursed his lips towards the inside of the teahouse. Ma Changfa knew that the master wanted to take a rest, so he quickly took a step forward, walked into the teahouse first, and shouted at the top of his voice:
"Waiter, is there a seat by the window? Here are two bowls of fine green tea, waiting for you!"
The tea guests who were sitting all cast disdainful glances at Ma Changfa. Ke Han stood at the door and laughed endlessly, cursing in his heart: "You are all pretending to be polite, what's the use of Mao!"
The waiter threw the towel over his shoulder, said "Okay" in a smooth voice, bowed and led Ke Han and Ma Changfa to the seats by the window, and then went to make tea.
Ke Han sat comfortably on the armchair and involuntarily crossed his legs. He completely ignored the round eyes of his neighbors and looked around.
Haha, this tea house is divided into two floors. Although its hardware and software facilities are not comparable to those of modern offee shops, it is the closest to nature, the freshest and most elegant place.
Take a closer look at this teahouse. The front door faces the street and the back window faces the river. The layout is very unique.
Ke Han suddenly came to poetry and began to sing in a low voice: Open the door to greet the street visitors, open the window to see the water flow, open your mouth to drink fragrant tea, close your eyes to see the gods! It is so wonderful...!
After some emotion, Ke Han leaned heavily on the back of the chair, facing the breeze that drifted in from the window, greedily sniffing the fragrance of the grass and flowers, and suddenly felt relaxed and relaxed. He couldn't help but sigh: find peace in the midst of noise.
So comfortable!
After a while, the tea came. Ke Han picked up a bowl of steaming tea and just took a sip. Suddenly, a voice even ruder than Ma Changfa's voice came from the door of the teahouse, "It's so hot! Waiter!"
, quickly serve me some tea, my throat is almost burning with smoke!"
Ke Han almost spit out the tea with laughter, and couldn't help but let out a laugh from his nose. Although the laughter was light, it was so clear in this relatively quiet teahouse.
The man clearly felt that he was being laughed at, and felt a little unhappy. He stood up from his seat, walked up to Ke Han silently with a slumped belly, and looked at this ignorant and rude guy with suspicion.
For a moment, the corners of his mouth were trembling, and he was about to curse, but he seemed to have some scruples.
Ke Han was still sitting carelessly. He didn't expect that this middle-aged man who looked like a winter melon would come towards him. He was very disgusted, but when he saw the man looking at him with inquiring eyes, he became angry for no reason.
"Master?" Donggua spoke. He didn't seem to believe his eyes. He looked at Ke Han seriously, appearing happy and excited.
"Young Master? Who is the Young Master?" Ke Han looked at Winter Melon in confusion, "Are you afraid you have mistaken the person?"