169: C169 Big Sister Is a Troublemaker

C169 Big Sister Is a Troublemaker

0Wu Ming said angrily, "Brother Zheng, it's true that you can speak and defend yourself. Stop talking nonsense. If you are a man, stand out and save yourself the trouble of hurting a beauty when you are being beaten up."

Han Qiang smiled and nodded. "You seem to have been fooled. You know how to be gentle with women. I will definitely not slap you in the face later."

The tall and strong young man said proudly, "What are you pretending for? My brother is the city's freestyle fighting champion. He punched you until you shit out."

Han Qiang sighed lightly. "A bunch of little idiots who were fooled by others. I really can't bear to beat you up. Let Zheng Kewei come and talk to me personally."

Wu Ming said impatiently, "When you are beaten until you have lost an arm and a leg, Brother Zheng will talk to you. Don't stall for time. If you are a man, stand out! "

"Come on, I want to test your capabilities."

Han Qiang smiled and went up to her. He found that his arm was held by a soft and smooth salesman. He turned around and saw that it was Jia Wen. He patted the back of her hand with his big hand and comforted her gently, "They are just a bunch of drunkards. I will be back soon."

"Be careful of Mr Qiang." Jia Wen reminded him worriedly.

Han Qiang smiled and nodded. He walked towards the empty field and Wu Ming followed closely behind.

The group of people holding bricks and wooden sticks were afraid that he would run away, so they quickly surrounded him.

Zheng Kewei looked at Wang Na and the other three beauties, but he never left Han Qiang's body. He was so jealous that he was burning with anger. He growled, "Brothers, why are you so polite to this kind of scumbag who brings disaster to women? Attack together!"

"Why do you want to fight with this scumbag? Beat him up!"

Someone shouted. More than a dozen drunk guys attacked at the same time. Bricks and wooden clubs whistled as they smashed towards Han Qiang's head.

Wu Ming, who wanted to beat Han Qiang up, saw this and frowned slightly. He stepped back from the circle.

"Don't bully others with numbers. You are a man!"

Han Qiang praised and rushed forward like a fierce tiger. The door of welcome kicked the guy in the front back and grabbed the wooden stick in his hand. He swung the stick to the side, causing blood to flow out of those guys' hands. It was so painful that they cried out for their parents. The brick and wooden stick in their hands fell down with a crackling sound.

The dozen or so strong men were usually no match for Han Qiang. At this moment, all of them were drunk and drunk. Their imposing manner was just frightening. In just a few exchanges, a few of them were knocked down by Han Qiang.

Han Qiang knew that these guys were fooled by Zheng Kewei, so he knew what he should do. He only asked them to throw down the weapons in their hands and scare them away. Only the guy who was cursing the loudest tapped his back and was kicked to the ground on a pile of dog sh * t. It was hot and sticky, and it stained his face.

Zheng Kewei said angrily, "What the hell is Wu Ming doing? Go and f * ck him up. He just foolishly wants to see his brothers get beaten up?"

Wu Ming saw that his own men could only get beaten up. There were only three or five of them who could stand in the square. He cupped his fists and said, "I apologize for offending you!"

Han Qiang shook his feet a few times and scared away the remaining few people. He nodded approvingly at him and said, "Don't bully others with numbers. You really have the character of a martial artist. Come on!"

Wu Ming stomped his feet on the ground and rushed towards Han Qiang like a cannonball. His fists were accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, and he went straight for Han Qiang's first three engines to attack him like a storm.

Han Qiang narrowed his eyes. This big stone room's Freelance Fighting Champion had a lot of weight. Not only was his fist speed fast, but the bottom three were also very steady. He was the most difficult opponent he had encountered since his reincarnation.

For this kind of expert, if he did not understand the pattern, he would be at a disadvantage if he fought recklessly. Han Qiang changed his previous bold and fierce pattern and kept moving his feet to find the flaws in his fist path.

Zheng Kewei thought he was afraid. He laughed arrogantly and said, "That arrogant attitude just now. Why did he run away with a stray dog with his tail between his legs?"

Han Qiang treated his words like dog fart and ignored him. He focused all his attention on finding the flaws and opportunities for Wu Ming to fight back.

Zheng Kewei looked at Wang Na proudly. "This is the man you chose. He bullies the weak and fears the strong. This is so funny!"

"It's so annoying to force him!"

Lan Siyu was having a good time drinking when she was interrupted by this group of people. There was also a man who kept talking by the side. She was so angry that she picked up the bottle and rushed out. Jia Wen and Ouyang Wanting did not stop her.

Slap!

Lan Siyu cut Zheng Kewei's head with the wine bottle and made him stagger two steps back. He plopped to the ground like a female leopard. She rushed forward and gave him a crazy kick. The drunk her did not even let go of some important parts. She kicked him! She screamed in pain.1

The eyes of the drinking buddies who were lying on the ground twitched when they saw this. The eyes of the drinking buddies who had been knocked down started to twitch. A man was no longer someone they could deal with, and now there was another one who specialized in kicking down three female banshees. He was afraid that she would kick him out and cripple him as well. He hurriedly got up and ran far away.

Ouyang Wanting gloated, "Did you see that, Na? In the future, if that scumbag wants to hook up with three or four people, you just deal with him like this. If you beat him up a few times, he will be honest!"

"Are you stupid? What will you use after kicking madam's milk?" Wang Na rolled her eyes at her snappily.

"Bah ~ Little girl, you have the nerve to say it out loud ~" Ouyang Wanting's pretty face was slightly red.

In the middle of the battle, Wu Ming attacked dozens of times and kicked more than a dozen times. He didn't even touch a hair on Han Qiang's head. He knew that he had encountered an expert. He didn't dare to waste too much of his energy and changed his attack to a defensive stance. He kept changing his position, testing his opponent's attack from time to time.

Lan Siyu kicked Zheng Kewei until he fainted with a miserable cry. Only then did he stop, as if he had not had enough. He turned around and looked at Han Qiang and Wu Ming, who were spinning in circles. He walked over with a sway. She asked curiously, "What are these two big brothers playing? They are bouncing around and jumping around in disco?"

Jia Wen, who usually had a gentle personality, was so anxious that her face changed. "Ms Yu, don't mess around. The outcome of a fight between two masters is usually decided in an instant. Don't let Mr Qiang get distracted!"

Seeing the drunk Ms Yu getting closer and closer to the battle circle, Han Qiang was afraid that he would accidentally hurt Hu Niu, so he had no choice but to forcefully attack. He quickly threw three punches with his left fist.

"Good timing!" Wu Ming shouted in a low voice as he swung his fist to block.

Han Qiang retracted his fist, turned around, and swung his right arm in front of his face.

Wu Ming crossed his arms to block and also launched a storm of attacks. Both of them punched and kicked dozens of times, but neither of them gained any advantage.

Lan Siyu saw this and was upset. She picked up a bottle of wine and ran to the battle circle. She swung the bottle and was about to smash Wu Ming's head.

Wu Ming lifted his right leg and wanted to kick her away, but when he saw that it was a beautiful woman, he hesitated for a moment. The empty beer bottle also whistled over.

"Damn! What bad luck!" Wu Ming saw that he could not dodge and had to close his eyes to resist.

The beer bottle was less than ten centimeters away from Wu Ming's head. Han Qiang pushed him away, but his back was hit hard.

"Mr Qiang!"

Lan Siyu was shocked. She hurriedly threw the beer bottle away and ran over to massage his back.

Han Qiang was in so much pain that he kept grinning. "Ms Yu, who are you with?"

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