From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 18 Times are different

"Here comes the steak."

While the few people were chatting, the bartender came over with a dining cart and a charcoal fire.

"Hiss. It's finally here."

Smelling the wafting aroma, Leng Kong, who was already so hungry, took a deep breath, and quickly jumped onto the bench of the barbecue table by the side of the court.

"Your food intake is becoming more and more terrifying, be careful of muscle deformation."

Looking at the big plates and large plates of fried steaks on the dining car, as well as the fresh beef weighing tens of catties, Jie Xiongming made complaints.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat!"

Leng Kong picked up a huge steak and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
The delicious sauce and fat taste instantly made the taste buds dance, and the heavy satisfaction made Leng Kong narrow his eyes.

"You bake slowly by yourself, I will fill my stomach with these first."

Seeing the bartender pushing the charcoal fire under the grill, Leng Kong unceremoniously served two more plates and began to perform the whole plate pouring.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you!"

Bingshiliang used a knife to cut the fresh beef into finger-thick pieces, then brushed with oil, coated with barbecue sauce, and put it on an iron plate. The loss of a hand did not affect his movements in the slightest.

"In the past few months, I practiced here, and I didn't see you eating so much?"

"Could it be that the Zou Liuyuan is starving you?"

Jie Xiongming said: "Zou Liu Yuan is so rich, how could he starve him? Leng Kong's food intake increased sharply after returning from you."

"Hehe. Exercising and training will consume double the amount of food, please understand."

Leng Kong took the time to talk nonsense.

"The devil believes you."

Jie Xiongming took Lao Baigan from the dining car, flicked the bottle cap with his thumb and took off, and gave each of them a bottle.

"Cuckoo."

"Ha cool!"

Leng Kong took it, poured down half a bottle in one gulp, and then spewed out a large burst of hot air.

After feeling less hungry, he looked at Ryo Himuro, "I heard that "Zhong" is messy?Is it possible to go there to experience it? "

"It's not very messy, it's very messy!"

Turn over the steak quickly in the ice room to avoid the meat from being burnt.

"There is no law and discipline in that place, and there is no morality at all. Human life is sometimes worth less than a piece of bread."

"Land outside the law?"

"Isn't that the ideal training place? You don't have to bear legal responsibility for injuries or disabilities."

Leng Kong chewed his steak, his eyes eager to try, what he lacked was life experience and combat experience, just to see the sinister society.

"Experience? Hehe, are you looking for death?"

"how?"

"The times are different. Now all the big and small forces use guns. Do you think you can carry a knife like before?"

"Well, forget it."

Leng Kong's small thoughts were directly extinguished. He originally wanted to use his almost superhuman physique to go in and punch homeless people and kick young and Dangerous boys, but now he doesn't talk about martial arts?
"Actually, just listen to the theory I mentioned earlier. In the final analysis, martial arts is the use of "force". There are many actual combats, accumulated experience, and it will come naturally when you reach the level. You can't force it."

"With your physique, if you want to increase your combat power in a short period of time, it would be more appropriate to also cultivate some martial arts that can open up your battle."

"Ok?"

Speaking of dry goods, Leng Kong instantly became interested, "For example?"

"Bajiquan, Muay Thai!"

Bingshi Liang: "Bajiquan exerts its force on the heels, walks on the waist, and penetrates the fingertips. The movement is fierce, the force is swift, and the explosive power is extremely strong. It pays attention to hard hitting and hard opening. The sky fell, stomping feet shook the name of Kyushu."

"Thai boxing is fierce and fierce, and the damage is huge."

"Bajiquan is mainly applied to the eight parts of the head, shoulders, elbows, hands, tail, hips, knees, and feet."

"Thai boxing is to use the body's fists, legs, elbows, and knees. These four limbs and eight bodies are trained to become offensive weapons."

"The two complement each other, and the combat power is absolutely terrifying!"

"You have comprehended whole strength, and you already have the ability to integrate other types of boxing into your own martial arts."

"As for actual combat, don't go to "Zhong" to practice, be careful of being directly shot by a machine gun. "

"Go to the boxing arena to fight a few more times, it's full of masters."

Bingshi Liang and Leng Kong touched the glass of the wine bottle.

"Alright, I'll go back and talk to Chairman Ziyin."

After clearing more than a dozen plates of fried steak, Leng Kong also picked up a pair of iron tongs and slowly turned over the grilled steak.

The three of them haven't been together for a while, they chatted and drank, and immediately forgot the time when they became interested.

"Is this not going to work?"

Leng Kong looked at the two people who were already paralyzed on the ground, and then at the two or three empty cardboard boxes. He looked up at the sky and found that the sun had gone somewhere long ago.

How long have you been drinking this?

Standing up with red eyes, feeling the ground shaking.

With the same degree, baijiu tastes more mellow than sake, and it is still exported, so the quality is guaranteed.

When I drank it, I felt nothing but a good stomach, but when the aftertaste came up, I started to feel dizzy.

Coupled with the cool wind blowing at night, the alcohol on the brain is a bit unbearable.

Unknowingly when the clothes exploded, Kai Xiong Mingzo held Himuro Ryo in his arms like a doll, and the two of them clung to each other tightly, moaning and chirping.

The faces of the bartenders next to me were flushed, but they still couldn't break it off or help them.

"Just let them lie on the ground, I'll go first."

Leng Kong rubbed his temples, and walked out staggeringly.

"Mr. Leng, are you alright?"

A bartender hurriedly ran to Leng Kong to help him, but he stretched out his hand halfway and retracted it in fear.

He was afraid that if he stretched out his hand, he would be like the boss Ryo Himuro, and if he was not careful, he would be crushed by the other party.

The three of them drank three boxes of liquor, who knows how much sanity Leng Kong still has left?
"It's okay, I... I'll go back and take a shower and I'll be fine."

Leng Kong touched the butt pocket card with his palm.

After finally getting out once, the money is still not spent, a failure!

He also found that his tongue seemed to be a little curled up, but he still felt conscious.

"Okay then, I'll take a taxi for you."

Not daring to stop him, the bartender could only follow Leng Kong's will and rush out of the bar in front of Leng Kong.

When Leng Kong walked to the street, the taxi was already waiting there.

"Go to the Zouliuyuan Manor!"

Leng Kong stuffed himself into the carriage, curled up,

At the same time secretly roared:
When I go back, Ziyin must equip herself with a car, a big car!
Otherwise it would be too uncomfortable!

(End of this chapter)