Cynical Master of the City

Chapter 11' The Counterattack Begins

"Why, are you going to stare at me?" Li Miao said in a neutral tone, with a relaxed smile.

Brother Jun took out Yang Gang's iphone5 and his own Nokia mobile phone and put them on the ground beside him, then took off his coat, and a racerback vest appeared impressively inside.

The well-developed biceps made Li Miao envious. The broad chest muscles supported the entire racer-shaped vest. It felt like the vest was too small. Although the eight-pack abdominal muscles could be vaguely highlighted through the vest, it made people feel uncomfortable. Li Miao sincerely praised: "Not bad."

Naturally, Li Miao doesn't have such awesome muscles anymore, but they are by no means limp. Generally speaking, they are at a normal level. He has biceps, pectorals, and abdominals, but some of them are not obvious.

Hearing a few crackling sounds, Brother Jun's fists were already clenched. He shook his wrists and neck, and he was ready for warm-up exercises.

Suddenly, even Li Miao mistakenly thought that this guy would have to shake his wrist for a while before making a move. Brother Jun suddenly launched his own offensive. Li Miao's face was so fast that even Li Miao was amazed. It seems that this guy must have been professionally trained, otherwise he would not have this posture, let alone such strength and speed.

It seems that Brother Jun is determined to win this punch, and the expression on his face is slightly ferocious, which is enough to show that he has exerted all his strength in this punch.

If Li Miao was still an ordinary person at this moment, he would definitely be beaten with bloody eyes, but the person standing in front of him at this moment is a first-level cultivator of fairy spirit, which is simply difficult for Brother Jun. The level of imagination is the same. In the eyes of the inside, this punch is like a newborn baby who is throwing a punch and wants to kill himself.

"Crack." Seeing that Brother Jun's fist was about to hit Li Miao on the forehead, Li Miao stretched out his left hand like lightning, and easily squeezed Brother Jun's fist.

Brother Jun was stunned for a moment, his eyes showed strong fear and uneasiness, only he knew the level of his punch, let alone an ordinary person like Li Miao, even a professional Sanda master, They may not be able to easily dodge his punch, let alone catch it with their hands.

I remember when I was in the army, Brother Jun's fists were notoriously fast, accurate and ruthless. It was difficult to find an opponent in a company, and even some special forces were impressed by Brother Jun's explosive power.

It is also true that Brother Jun, who was underappreciated, did this kind of thing after retiring from the army. Perhaps it was revenge for the unfair fate. He hated this country and this society, and did not allow his efforts to get what he deserved.

"Hehe, the hand strength is really strong. This is the most powerful fist of an ordinary person I have ever felt." Li Miao smiled and began to exert force slowly.

At this moment, Brother Jun also understood his own reasoning, that is, he is not Li Miao's opponent, because even his best punch can be so easily dispelled by the opponent, what tricks can't stop him?

Ever since, Brother Jun reflexively prepared to take back his fist, but he found that he couldn't take it back at all. His fist seemed to be firmly stuck by a pair of iron tongs, and he couldn't pull it back.

As Li Miao exerted his strength slowly, Brother Jun obviously felt that his fist began to deform a little, and then, a strong pain followed, causing beads of sweat the size of a bean to ooze from his forehead.

Brother Jun's entire arm was tense, and his well-developed biceps seemed to have swelled to the limit. He desperately resisted Li Miao's offensive, but it was so useless. The whole process was as if he was fighting with a man. He felt that he was too small, just like a grain of sand, so insignificant.

Slowly, Brother Jun's entire fist was dented, like a duck's foot, and he was about to be squeezed into a meatloaf by Li Miao.

Brother Jun's whole arm trembled. As expected of a man, he didn't make a sound after enduring such severe pain. Even Li Miao couldn't bear it anymore, but when he thought about how this guy actually lifted himself up last night, he couldn't help it. He fell to the ground, he weighed it, and continued to pinch him.

Brother Jun couldn't bear the pain of death any longer, he suddenly raised his right leg and kicked towards Li Miao's chest, it seemed that he wanted to kick Li Miao away to release the fist that was hurting, even if he couldn't If Li Miao was kicked, the opponent would definitely have to dodge, and then his fist would have a chance to break free.

Perhaps due to the extreme pain, although Brother Jun's kick was very hard, but the target was not very accurate, Li Miao evaded Brother Jun's kick with a light side, and did not wait for Brother Jun's single kick. When the leg landed on the ground, Li Miao gave a hard stop to his dangling heel, and then pulled it out. At the same time, the hand holding Brother Jun's fist also pulled in his direction, and Brother Jun made a big split just like that. down.

Originally, Li Miao thought that this guy would pass out from the pain, but this brother Cha Jun fell very smoothly, like someone who has practiced dancing.

It seems that this guy really deserves to be a trainer, and he can actually cut his fork. Li Miao couldn't help feeling sincerely, saying that he still doesn't know what it's like to cut his fork.

Li Miao let go of Brother Jun's fist that had already been squeezed into a pie, and pushed hard. Brother Jun suddenly turned his feet up, and his whole body was spinning on the ground like a tortoise shell.

It's not that Brother Jun is cowardly and can't control the situation. It's mainly because Li Miao's strength is too great. This powerful force pushes him to the back. Under the effect of inertia, he has to carry out such a circular motion. Really It is helpless.

Li Miao clapped his hands, and slowly walked to the other side of the room, and picked up the two mobile phones that Brother General had put on the ground at first.

"Hey, love crazy five, rich man, hiss, it's just brother Gang's, not yours, this special machine for smashing walnuts is yours, am I right?" Li Miao smiled and said Yang Gang's love Crazy Five stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket, and then took out his mobile phone.

Quickly found out the strange number that he contacted last night, Li Miao dialed it with his mobile phone.

"Dingling Dangling Dingling Dingling Dingling Dingling Dingling Crotch" Nokia's exclusive phone rang, no doubt it was Brother Jun's phone.

"Hehe, it's interesting." Although Li Miao already knew that this must be the case, now he confirmed it out of boredom.

"Crackling." Li Miao walked up to Brother Jun, kicked his butt forcefully, kicking Brother Jun who was doing a high-speed circular motion to the wall forcibly, and the posture of the whole person's rotation also came to an abrupt stop.

Brother Jun was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded, he had never been so useless in front of a person, he didn't even have the slightest chance to fight back, he knew he was in big trouble, maybe today was a hurdle, stepping forward The past is life, the past is death.