Go back to the valley to farm

Chapter 957

Chapter 950 Breaking Arms
Lewis slapped his hands: "Everyone, please be quiet, this is Hardcore from the East. The whole journey took three hours and four ten minutes, with pure hand equipment, and 10 kilograms of sailfish were caught. I will sort out the video on the boat and send it to the club tomorrow, for him Apply for Atlantic Sea Fishing Elite qualification."

"Brothers, let's introduce my partner—Jungle Lee!"

Everyone in the bar applauded.

Li Junge put on a humble smile: "This is my first time fishing in the sea. I'm so lucky. I don't know if there is a saying in our country. Elites are afraid of rookies, because God will always stand by them mercifully." side."

This sentence works well, everyone patted the table and laughed, it seems that this sentence is applicable everywhere in the world.

Li Junge said: "I heard that the rule is that no matter who catches a big fish, he must come here to treat everyone to a drink. Today we are double, so it should be two drinks, right?"

Many people only found out about this news, and they couldn't help whispering.

The happiest one must be Mary: "Jungle, you are such a generous Oriental. I will accompany you in person later."

Li Junge waved his hands in fright: "Don't, just stay with Lewis."

Mary tilted her head and said meaningfully: "You are offending a lady, am I not beautiful?"

Li Junge quickly bowed: "No, but...uh, I'm already married."

Mary said: "Huh? Most of the people who come here to play are married people..."

Li Junge shook his head, and tried to explain: "Maybe married people in the East are different from married people in the West?"

Mary covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Mr. Li is really an interesting person. Forget it, don't embarrass you, let's go to the bar, and I will prepare wine for you."

Lewis hooked Li Junge's shoulder: "It's rare, Mary personally mixed the drinks for us."

Mary led the two of them to the bar, and after some dizzying manipulations, she gave them a drink and said with a smile, "This wine is called 'Love Poison'."

Lewis exaggeratedly said: "Mary, your love, even if it is poison, I will drink it."

Mary smiled slightly: "Put your face off, my dear. This wine also has a name called loyalty, Jungle. It may sound funny to you, but I admire you very much. I specially made it for you. "

Li Junge took a sip, the taste was slightly bitter, and then it turned sweet, and he couldn't help but praise: "That's great Mary, thank you, this wine is very good."

Mary smiled and said, "It contains red Dubonnet as the base wine, which tastes a bit bitter. I'm glad you like it."

Li Junge smiled and said: "Sweetness and bitterness are actually two sides of love, but they can always make people happy. We can't just like its good, but hate its bad. If it is a delicious poison, then loyalty, It is the ultimate antidote."

Mary's eyes lit up: "Oh, Jungle, I didn't expect you to have such a sensitive heart. You should be suitable to be a poet."

After finishing speaking, he looked behind the two of them: "But you have to solve the upcoming troubles first."

Li Junge's six senses had already sensed that someone was approaching, and his attitude was not too friendly, but he pretended not to notice.

When the man got behind him and slammed his hand halfway towards Li Junge's shoulder, Li Junge suddenly stepped aside: "Mary's wine is good, we agreed to have two glasses per person."

The man crashed and fell to the ground with the stool Li Junge was sitting on just now.

Li Junge quickly helped the man up: "Oh sir, what's wrong with you? Hurry up and get up quickly. Where did you fall?"

Mary secretly smiled, and went to make drinks for Li Junge again.

Lewis looked at the strong man angrily: "Mass! What do you want?"

Masi was a big man with a red face, and he seemed to be a person who had been wandering at sea for a long time. He lost the initiative and lost his temper at all.

Li Junge said to Mary: "This Mr. Masi, is his drink ready?"

Mary smiled and said, "Not yet."

Li Junge smiled and said, "Then add another drink, and Masi and I will go together."

Ma Si waved his thick arms: "Wait! Lewis, I don't know what this Oriental man has to do with you, why are you flattering him! But you are obviously lying!"

Lewis said angrily, "Why did I flatter him?"

Ma Si yelled: "Oriental people have such good physical strength? With his body, can he use unassisted drums to fight against a 500-kg marlin? More than three hours? How can you believe it?"

Marin is what Westerners call sailfish, and this remark really aroused a lot of discussion.

Lewis looked around and said, "Don't you know about this tomorrow when you go to pick up the surveillance video on the ship with me?"

Ma Si shook his head: "You can know today!"

Lewis said, "You're going to get the tape with me now?"

Ma Si pointed at Li Junge: "I'll wrestle with him!"

Lewis was angry: "Jungle only spent a day of physical strength today, you want to compete with him now?"

Li Junge persuaded: "It's okay Lewis, Mas probably hasn't watched "No Man's Island"."

Lewis laughed with a snort, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about you. Let's compare love with each other."

Wrestling with someone who can open the wings of a blazing angel, I'm afraid I will lose my mind!

The surrounding crowd gathered around, and Lewis shouted: "Mars is going to wrestle with Jungle, is there anyone betting?"

Then I heard a gambler shout: "I bet five dollars, I don't like this Oriental."

Then someone shouted: "No, no, no, the Oriental is weird. Although I don't trust him, I believe in Lewis. I bet five dollars that the Oriental will win."

There were different opinions for a while, and Mary marked the bets on the blackboard with a smile. It seemed that this happened a lot in this bar, and they were all old drivers.

After registering, Mary said: "The four people who bet on Jungle win, the bet is 16 dollars, and the 130 people who bet on Mars win, the bet is [-] dollars. We don't need to calculate the odds. The difference is [-] dollars. Make it up."

Mary usually hits every shot, and a group of people were immediately surprised and argued, wondering why Mary was so optimistic about this young oriental man.

Then the game begins.

The two found a small table at the bar as a venue for the competition. The crowd surrounded them, and even the service girls in the bar happily came to watch.

Li Junge asked with a smile: "Mass is the strongest man here, right? Let me say that no matter whether I win or lose, I will only compete in this round, and then I have to have a drink with Mas."

Mary smiled and said, "If you can beat Mas, then no one else will come to compete with you."

Li Junge shook his head and said, "He's too strong, about the same size as Hulk. I don't have any confidence that I can beat him."

Mars had moved his baseball cap to the brim back, and was yelling at his sleeves, "Hey boy, don't try to pick up girls! Let's talk!"

Li Junge smiled slightly, turned around and shook hands with Ma Si first, and then the two got ready on the small wine table.

Lewis moved the pair's hands into a vertical position and yelled, "One, two, go!"

The two began to compete vigorously, and the crowd suddenly cheered.

Ma Si is about 1.8 meters tall, and his arms are about as thick as Li Junge's thighs. He is a veritable super big man.

He originally wanted to take advantage of his powerful strength, succeed first by turning his wrist, and then defeat Li Junge in a quick battle.

Unexpectedly, this kid's wrist seems to have a very strange structure. No matter how hard he tries, his wrist just can't hook it.

Li Junge laughed secretly, how much soil he and the little pharmacist had to be fed by Daoist Shihe and Grandpa Yu to deal with hooks before they learned it!
The hook of the two old men is the best skill of the inner family. Li Junge has to lose his center of gravity and run forward, and then expose his chest and abdomen to the fists and feet of the two old men, or just stir lightly and eat dirt go too!

Now Masi feels as if he is dealing with an old bamboo that is deeply rooted in the ground.

The crowd started waving the banknotes in their hands and shouting, cheering for the side they bet on.

"Mass! Come on!"

"Dongfang boy is good! Hahahaha, he can carry it for so long!"

Masi's face was flushed from holding back, and his eyeballs started to congeal. This oriental boy is too weird. He has been exerting force all the time, but where did all this force go?

Then Li Junge began to exert strength, and the fists of the two slowly pressed towards Masi.

"Mass! What's the matter with you? Your arms are twice as thick as the Chinese boy! Hurry up and wait for the wine!"

"Chinese boy fishing, you caught a horse?! Why are you like a weak chicken?"

"Oh, the Chinese kid is working hard!"

Lewis was the funniest, slapping the table and yelling, "Mass! Are you trying to suck up to Jungle this way?! Shame on the water!"

Ma Si wants to cry, am I letting go of me?I can't bear it any longer...

Seeing that he was about to be pushed past the critical point, Ma Si suddenly felt that the opponent's strength seemed to be loosened a little, and he immediately exerted his strength and shouted: "Ah——"

Although it is still so difficult, at any rate, the old bamboo has become a rusty lever. Even though it is still very jerky, at any rate, the elasticity that makes people uncomfortable and unable to exert force has disappeared. Ma Si began to work hard to regain the initiative step by step. right.

By the time Mars, sweating profusely, passed his hand over the starting point, the crowd erupted in cheers.

Masi's face was full of ferocity, sweat flowed into his eyes, and irritating tears came out, and then some entered the nasal cavity through the nasolacrimal duct, and flowed out from the wide-open nostrils. Not a short distance.

Li Junge was not afraid of the Hercules, but he was afraid of the Hercules, so he resolutely let go, and was crushed by Masi's arm on the wine table with a "slap".

Mars finally won the most difficult game in his life, he couldn't help jumping up, grabbed his hat and threw it into the sky, while tightening his chest muscles like a gorilla, he roared: "Ah-ah- -ah--"

The crowd was already crazy. This small competition was thrilling to watch. The 1.8-meter-old man was almost knocked down by a small oriental man. Fortunately, he turned against the wind and won a wonderful victory.

And the performance of this Oriental is not weak, he can compete with the big guy for so long, and almost beat Mas at one point, the gap between the two can be said to be negligible.

Glory to defeat!

(End of this chapter)