This star is too fierce

Chapter 3, like watching a dead person

Lu Bu looked up, his messy yellow hair covered most of his face, and his eyes could be seen full of disdain through the gaps in his hair.

This outfit, at first glance, is deeply influenced by Hong Kong movies, and looks like a little gangster.

Zhang Jin snorted softly through his nostrils, and asked, "Huang Kun, what do you want to do?"

Hearing this name, some information popped into Lu Bu's mind.

It turned out that these people were also martial arts substitutes. They had learned free combat, Sanda, karate and so on, and they had verbal friction with them before.

Huang Kun spat, smiled contemptuously, and said, "Do you really think that if you win a martial arts champion, you can run amok here? You think you are Wu Jing!"

Wu Jing, relying on "Tai Chi Master" and "New Shaolin Temple" last year, became another popular martial arts niche after Li Lianjie and Zhao Wenzhuo.

Zhang Jin also wanted to be like them, so he chose to quit the martial arts team to pursue his dream, and the five people in front of him were obviously looking for trouble.

But two against five, the chances of winning don't seem to be great.

Huang Kun ignored Lu Bu the whole time. Seeing Zhang Jin frowning, he immediately smiled and said to his companions, "Brothers, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give them a big gift for an extra month."

Several people laughed haha, and said one after another:

"no problem."

"Why don't you make it up? Give me two more months."

"Yes, let them lie down for half a year!"

"That's really cheap for them. The food in the hospital is so good."

Hearing this, there is no doubt that Lu Bu and Zhang Jin are about to be moved.

If it was only because of the verbal friction last time, it would not be so serious that he was sent to the hospital to lie in bed for half a year, there may be something else hidden in it.

But there was no time for them to think about it at the moment, Zhang Jin gritted his teeth, turned his head to Lu Bu and said, "Three behind me, and two in front of you."

"Yo~" Although he lowered his voice, Huang Kun still heard him, and said with a crooked smile, "Brothers, did you hear that, he wants to pick three, he wants to pick two."

Everyone laughed wildly: "Hahahaha!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, the boss had no choice but to show up and act as a peacemaker. He said with a smile on his face, "You guys, if you have something to say, talk about it. If you look up and see you down here, there's no need to hurt your peace."

Huang Kun's face darkened, he squinted at the boss, and said, "This is a competition among colleagues. If you want to call the police, feel free!"

The word "call the police" has an accentuated sound, so how can the boss fail to recognize that it is a threat.

He doesn't care which of the two groups of people in front of him will go to the hospital, he just cares about the things that will be smashed later.

Zhang Jin's eyeballs rolled, and he thought of a plan, "escape is the best plan", and said immediately: "Huang Kun, if you want to go out with literary or martial arts, you can choose. Don't delay the business of other restaurants here."

"Okay..." Huang Kun smiled treacherously, and said with a snort, "Don't say we don't understand the rules of the rivers and lakes, we will definitely go one by one in a while."

Zhang Jin quickly nudged Lu Bu lightly with his elbow, and then whispered, "Follow me, and run as soon as you leave the shop."

Huang Kun got up and took two steps, but when he turned around, he saw that Lu Bu hadn't moved a bit, still cooking there.

Zhang Jin also noticed, and quickly shouted: "Feng Xian?"

Seeing this, the one who stayed behind immediately reached out and grabbed Lu Bu's arm, trying to pull him up.

"Crack~"

Just as he was about to force his hand, he felt a sharp pain, and his finger was broken.

"Ah! My hand, my hand!"

The severe pain made him hold the severed finger, and kept screaming as he stepped back.

Such a sudden change made Huang Kun and the others stand in place for a few seconds, and when they realized what happened, they immediately roared: "Fuck you, beat me to death!"

I saw that Lu Bu threw a stool out the moment he got up, and at the same time he strode forward, and in the blink of an eye, his big hand had pinched Huang Kun's neck.

"Ah~"

The scream was not from Huang Kun, but from the man who was hit by the stool.

The remaining three big men who were far away were all dumbfounded.

Zhang Jin was also taken aback.

The two tables of guests in the restaurant, the boss, the proprietress, and the worker, were all dumbfounded.

This series of actions happened between lightning and flint.

Huang Kun struggled hard, but the opponent's hand was too strong, his face turned purple immediately, and he began to suffocate.

The other three big men wanted to step forward to help, but they happened to meet Lu Bu's gaze.

It was just this very short moment of eye contact, they only felt their brains buzzing, their bodies went numb, and their legs couldn't move a little bit.

Their eyes were full of fear, as if a sharp sword was already hanging high above their heads.

Zhang Jin also saw Lu Bu's eyes. He looked at them as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Little brother, if you try harder, he will die. If you have something to say, you can't kill...kill." The boss's trembling voice sounded.

"You are glad you were born in a good time." Lu Bu snorted and let go of his hand.

Huang Kun sat slumped on the ground, his face was full of pain, and he was gasping for breath. Just now, he felt the breath of death.

"Kun... Brother Kun, are you okay?"

The three people who were frightened still did not dare to move, so they stood at the door of the store and asked.

"Also, die... can't die." Huang Kun's voice became hoarse, as if his throat had been stabbed by something, he got up from the ground with difficulty, and said tremblingly: "Forget...for you Awesome, let's go, let's go!"

Lu Bu said lightly, "Did I let you go?"

Huang Kun swallowed and asked, "What do you want?"

Lu Bula sat down on a stool, and said slowly, "How much will it cost for two people to lie in the hospital for half a year?"

Huang Kun's heart skipped a beat, and the other party guessed that someone paid for them. He paused and said frankly, "One... 100 yuan per person."

Lu Bu tapped twice on the dining table with his finger, the meaning was very clear.

Huang Kun hurriedly took out the money, not forgetting to urge his partner: "Hurry up and bring the money here."

After a while, a pile of money was placed on the table.

Lu Bu asked casually, "Is there 500 yuan here?"

Huang Kun stammered: "When I came here, I bought, I bought a pack of cigarettes."

Others followed, "So do we."

After speaking, he offered the cigarette he had only smoked with both hands.

Lu Bu glanced at each of them one by one, and asked, "Is this considered robbery?"

Huang Kun quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, this is Liu Liang's nutrition expenses for the two of you for half a year."

Not only did he go on the road, but he also reported the main messenger behind him.

Lu Bu shook his finger and said, "Go away."

Huang Kun and the others seemed to have heard the imperial decree, and ran away without a trace.

Lu Bu changed his face in a second, smiled and said to Zhang Jin, "Senior brother, sit down."

Then, he said to the boss: "It's the same as noon, let's serve hot pot."

The boss forced a smile on his face, and said politely, "Okay, I'll be here right away."

Zhang Jin took a stool and sat down, endured it for a while, and asked, "Didn't you really want to kill me just now?"

Lu Bu smiled and said, "It's just rubbish, it doesn't deserve to die by my hands."

It is true to disdain to kill, and it is also true to not need to kill.

1999 is no different from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. At that time, one would not be able to be called a marquis without hundreds of thousands of lives in his hands. Now it is a big deal to take a life on his back.

At this moment, Zhang Jin stared at him again and again, feeling that this junior was really different.

The martial arts team teaches routines and postures. If you go to fight, it is not as good as those who practice free combat and Sanda.

And Lu Bu's shots were neither martial arts routines nor other methods, but very direct, the kind that rushed to take his life.

Lu Bu shook his neck and said to himself, "This body is really weak."

It's not that weak. In the past, he was able to lift Huang Kun, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, with one hand, instead of just pinching his neck.

In fact, this weakness is compared to him back then.

After a delicious meal, the two returned to the rental house.

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Before dawn the next morning, Zhang Jin was woken up by urinating, got up and turned on the light and got out of bed. He glanced at Lu Bu's bed in a daze, but found that there was no one on it.

When I opened the door and went out, I found him at the door. I didn't know where I got a long stick to dance there.

"What time did you wake up?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out and practiced for a while."

Zhang Jin couldn't hold it anymore, so he ran to the public toilet.

When he came back after urinating, Lu Bu was still dancing there, standing and watching for a few minutes.

It's not like the stick method, but more like the spear method, but he has never seen it before, so he asked curiously: "Where did you learn the new routine?"

"Routine?" Lu Bu stopped and said with a smile: "Using a gun is nothing more than piercing, stabbing, slamming, slamming, wrapping, circling, blocking, holding, pouncing, pointing, and poking. The neck is the first choice..."

Zhang Jin wiped his eye poo, and was stunned for a moment. For a while, he felt that he, the national martial arts champion, didn't know how to use a gun like this junior who fished for three days and posted nets for two days.

Enthused by what he heard, he drew a long bamboo pole from the woodpile at the door, and wanted to practice duel with Lu Bu.

As a result, this big man who was scolded by the coach for being 185 empty, and a junior who was not good enough to be a sparring partner, for twenty rounds in a row, he was dealt with with one move.

Lu Bu lamented that people in this era are too weak.

This is the National Martial Arts Champion, and every thousand or eight hundred people will shoot one shot at a time.

After playing for a while, a white belly appeared on the horizon, and it was already past six o'clock.

After the two washed up, they came to the actor union.

Lu Bu earned more than 400 yuan yesterday, which is equivalent to doing group performances for more than [-] days, and special appointments for six or seven days. He could have taken a break.

But he wanted to experience acting, so he came here together.

After waiting for ten minutes, a crew came to recruit people.

A middle-aged man wearing a military padded jacket and holding a loudspeaker shouted loudly from the passenger seat of the pickup truck: "Group performers, [-] days a day, lunch box included, only [-] pieces!"

In an instant, a group of people gathered around like chickens scrambling for food, raising their hands and shouting "I, I, I".

Lu Bu looked at this scene and found it quite interesting.

Zhang Jin, who was standing next to him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go, go and ask."

Lu Bu got up and followed.

Zhang Jin waved to the middle-aged man in a military coat and shouted, "Angkor, don't you want to make a special appointment today?"

After hanging around with Yuan Heping for a while, group performances can no longer satisfy him, so he has to start with group performances anyway.

Seeing these two people, Angkor sneered and said, "Special appointment? Whether the group performers can receive it is still a question."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to the two of them and shouted at the crowd: "Thirty is enough, don't come up again."

The car drove away in a blink of an eye.

Not long after, two more production crews came, but after Zhang Jin asked, the replies he got were not bad.

Come and go, an hour passed, let alone a special appointment, even the group performers couldn't get in.

"Oh, wait and see." Zhang Jin sighed helplessly.

There are so few familiar group leaders in the third-rate field affairs, and they can only accept what others say.

At this time, a speeding van stopped on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a mink coat stepped out.

After Lu Bu saw this person's appearance clearly, he laughed and greeted Zhang Jin: "Go, there is a job!"

(End of this chapter)