C69 Have a Fight
C69 Have a Fight
The person he worshipped was a master of kung fu — Xiaolong Li.
Ever since he was young, aside from his idol, he had never been afraid of anyone else. However, when the Leopard Head mentioned Xiao San, Lin Ziche's expression changed.
Even if he was even more vicious, he wouldn't dare to kill three people a day. This continued for more than a month.
"I say you must have been scared out of your wits, running all over the train. "Humph, whether it's true or not, we will find out in a while."
"Be more honest, if you continue talking nonsense, I'll stab you."
One of Lin Zichen-Shuai's lackeys threatened as he held a knife to the neck of the leopard.
The leopard head no longer said anything, so fortunately, he closed his eyes and pondered on how he could escape together with Wu Zewen.
Lin Zi Shuai looked at Chen Wei. Chen Wei understood and went to the window. He leaned over and asked loudly: "Have you brought the money?"
Wu Zewen, who was about to enter the building, raised the suitcase in his hand high up. It seemed like it was all there!
"Open it and take a look!"
Chen Wei said.
"If you see my friend, I will naturally give you the money. Why are you in such a hurry?" Besides, why are so many of you still afraid of me alone? "
Wu Shangwen said calmly.
He guessed there would be at least seven or eight people inside.
Chen Wei was about to curse out a few words when he was stopped by Lin Zi Shuai behind him: "Let him come up. I'd like to see who killed Xiao San."
Chen Wei turned around and was about to wave his hand for the other party to come up when he saw that the other party had already entered the building and spat on the ground.
Once he entered the abandoned building, every nerve in his body tensed up. Any trace of him could not escape his keen senses.
The other party was on the third floor, and Wu Shangwen was carrying a leather case, slowly walking up. This leather case was the briefcase that he used for his business trip and was now being used as a prop.
On the third floor, the other side did not set up an ambush.
Lin Zichen-Shuai closed his eyes to rest. He heard footsteps coming from the dark corridor, and every step he took was steady, without any sign of panic or anxiety.
One could tell the mood of this person from his footsteps. The sharp smile on Lin Zhenren's face slightly curled up as he thought to himself: This opponent is quite interesting.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the staircase, where a slender hand was slowly appearing in their line of sight.
"Brother Shen, I'm sorry!"
After seeing Wu Zewen, the leopard headed young man was about to stand up, but he was fiercely pressed down on the chair by the sabre-wielding young man behind him. At this moment, his mood was very complicated.
Seeing that Bao Zi Zi Zi was fine, Wu Chou put down his worries. He smiled and waved at him, indicating him to be quiet.
Then, his gaze swept the surroundings and finally landed on Lin Zhitong, who was sitting on a chair.
Their gazes collided in midair, sparks flying in all directions, and the air was filled with the thick smell of gunpowder.
"Kid, stop calling me handsome and don't you understand the rules!"
Chen Wei jumped out from his seat and pointed at Wu Shangwen as he scolded him.
Wu Liangwen's expression was calm, without a hint of emotion. He didn't bother to look at Chen Wei and directly said to Lin Zhenren, who was sitting on the chair, "Let go of my friend. If you have anything to say, we can discuss it."
Lin Zichen-Shuai closed his eyes but he did not open them. He did not have the intention of speaking.
Chen Wei, who was on the side, was furious. This guy actually ignored him, and without saying a word, he immediately jumped up from his seat. He was at least two and a half meters tall, and was like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
Chen Wei's nickname was Flea. As the name implied, it meant that his jumping ability was astonishing.
Many people were caught off guard by his punch and fell to the ground, lying in bed for half a month without being able to get up.
Wu Shangwen couldn't be bothered to fight with a small fry like this, so he casually punched out, colliding with the opponent's fist.
Boom! *
Like a kite with its string cut, a human figure was sent flying backwards, crashing into the wall behind him.
"Wow …"
Chen Wei opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt as if his fist had hit hard steel and the force of the impact caused his internal organs to be thrown into chaos.
The dozen thugs beside him saw that Chen Wei had been easily defeated and were secretly shocked. They looked at Wu Zewen with a trace of fear in their eyes.
Lin Zichen-Shuai's narrowed eyes snapped open the moment Chen Wei landed on the ground. A trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.
Chen Wei could not be considered an expert, but to be able to send him flying in a single move, even if he were Lin Xianfeng, he might not be able to do that.
It seemed like this person had some skills. Lin Zichenchman's fighting spirit was roused as he stood up proudly and said, "You have some skills. Cut the crap. If you beat me, then take your friend away." If you lose, not only your friends, but also you with three hundred thousand gold. Do you dare to fight with me? "
Wu Shangwen smiled and said, "A fight won't be a problem. I'm just afraid that you won't accept your loss."
He slapped the ground in front of him and said, "Who in the Phoenix Perch City doesn't know that I'm going to challenge Wang Lin Zi Shuai alone? I promise you that if you can beat me, you can leave with your friends anytime, but if you lose …"
"You can do whatever you want! "If you say it, you will never be able to keep up with it!"
"Good, straightforward!" "I, Lin Zichen-shun, love to fight with people like him."
Sometimes, there was no need for a written agreement between men to be worth a thousand gold coins.
Seeing that his boss wanted to take action, Lin Zichen-Shuai's men started to gloat when they saw the look in Wu Shangwen's eyes.
He thought to himself: All those who were defeated by our boss, who are not allowed to lie in bed for a year or so.
The two slowly walked to the center of the arena, and the people around them dispersed.
Lin Zichen-Shuai first took off his clothes to do a series of preparation, twisting his neck and swinging his legs, and then threw a few punches across the air. One had to admit that his muscles were very strong, and with his shoulder-length hair, he looked a little like Xiaolong Li.
Wu Zewen placed the bag in his hands on the ground and placed his hands in front of him, watching the other party perform warm-up exercises with interest.
What he didn't know was that in his opponent's eyes, this move was a huge provocation. He didn't even prepare to move, clearly looking down on his opponent.
"I'll call —"
He took a big stride forward and punched straight at Wu Liangwen's face. Halfway through his punch, he suddenly produced three afterimages as he attacked Wu Liuwen's forehead, chin, and throat respectively. There were some illusions, but there were also some that were hard to defend against.
"You have some skill!"
At the same time, his feet slid and his body drew a semicircle, dodging the attack.
"I'll call — I'll call — ah!"
Lin Zichen-Shuai kept on making weird noises, which scared the birds that were perched on the wutong tree outside so much that they almost fell off the tree branches.
He closed in step by step, his punches and kicks were simple and straightforward, his movements as fast as the wind, and he suddenly kicked towards the vital parts of Wu Shangwen's body. The force of his kick was like thunder, making it hard for people to resist, and a trace of a cruel smile appeared in his eyes, as if he had already seen the scene of Wu Shangwen being kicked flying ruthlessly into the wall.
However, this cruel smile of his didn't even expand before it cooled down. His ankle was in great pain, and Wu Zewen's big hand was like an iron pincer, firmly grabbing onto his ankle without being able to move at all.
Lin Zichen-Shuai's reaction was also very quick. At the same time, his other foot flew up into the air and swept towards Wu Zewen's temple.
Wu Zewen didn't even blink as he raised his fist to hit the other party's foot. At the same time, he grabbed his ankle and smashed it down heavily. Bang! Lin Zhicheng fell onto the cement floor, kicking up a large amount of dust.
His subordinates were all amazed. They never thought that Wu Zewen would actually be able to defeat their boss. This was far beyond their expectations.
"That's right!"
Lin Zhitong, who was lying on the ground, said these two words. He gave Wu Shangwen a thumbs up, then poked him down and stood up.
This time, he didn't take the initiative to attack. Instead, he hopped around Wu Shangwen in a circle, occasionally shouting out, "Assault! We don't want to fight anymore!
When the surrounding lackeys saw that their boss had changed his tactics, their eyes began to shine again. It seemed that since then, Wu Congwen had become a puppet that could only stand and take a beating.
Wu Shangwen shook his head and smiled bitterly. It seemed that the other party really thought of him as Xiaolong Li.
However, Lin Zichen-Shuai indeed had some skills, otherwise he wouldn't have been called a duel king. Unfortunately, the one he met today was Wu Zewen.
"I —"
Before he could even shout out, he had suffered two heavy slaps from Wu Zewen, causing his eyes to flash like stars. He was drunk and almost fell down head first.
"It seems that you don't know how good Lord Ma's eyes are if you don't take out something that you don't know about!"
"Whiz!" Lin Zichen-Shuai pulled out a double-jointed stick from his back.
Shua shua shua shua!
Twin sticks danced up and down in his hands, dazzling and dizzying, as if he were holding a high-speed electric fan.
Seeing that their boss had finally used his special skills, some of the lackeys nearby excitedly took out their phones and began to click them. Those who didn't know what was going on would think that they were filming kung fu movies.
"I'll call — ah —"
"I'll hit — I'll hit — Awoo …"
Lin Zichen-Shuai gently shook his head at the camera with his double-jointed stick. He really enjoyed this feeling. After he was satisfied with the taste, he took the chance to hit Wu Zewen with the stick.
Wu Zewen had to admit that this Lin Zhirong's double pole game was indeed very smooth. If his underlings didn't have any real skills, they might not be able to beat him.
Based on his current level, even if he met Xiao San, he would still be able to fight with him.
Wu Zewen didn't dare to be too careless at the moment. He was very clear that this double-jointed stick's destructive power was quite terrifying. It was the king of close combat. At one point, it was used by the American military as a weapon against terrorists.
After being hit, his bones would break and he would lose his ability to move.
He saw Wu Shangwen's figure moving back and forth in the shadow of the rod like a light butterfly. His body seemed to be covered in oil, and every time it was about to hit him, it would slip past him.
Not only was Lin Zichen-Shuai handsome, he was also particularly handsome when it came to fighting. After a feint, he made a 180 degree turn in the air, his long hair fluttering in the wind, giving him a natural sense of beauty. The double-jointed stick in his hand curved in an arc, then tightened to a straight line, fiercely slapping towards Wu Zewen's head.