Ambiguous life with a beautiful boss

Zhang Deshuai is known as the "One-on-One King" in the underworld in Qifeng City. As the name suggests, he will fight one-on-one when he meets someone who refuses to accept him or others refuse to accept him.

It’s okay if he wins, but once he loses, this person will never be discouraged, and he will fight repeatedly until he defeats the opponent. If things go on like this, his experience in battle will become more and more abundant, and he will rarely lose. Therefore, he is nicknamed: Shan Pick the king.

The single-handed king has a lot of personality in fighting, especially good at nunchucks. When he uses them vigorously and dazzlingly, it is hard to guard against. Few people can make more than ten moves under his hands.

The object of his admiration is a generation of kung fu master-Bruce Lee.

Since childhood, he has never been afraid of anyone except his idol, but when Leopard mentioned Xiao San, Zhang Deshuai's expression changed.

Because no matter how ruthless he was, he would not dare to kill three people in one day for more than a month in a row. Such an evil spirit used to scare black and white people back then.

"I said you bastard was scared out of your wits and ran the train with your mouth full. Hmph, whether it's true or not, we'll find out later."

"Be honest, you are talking nonsense, I stabbed you with a knife."

One of Zhang Deshuai's subordinates held a knife around Leopard's neck and threatened him.

The leopard head stopped talking, but fortunately closed his eyes, thinking about how to cooperate with Shen Jiwen to escape.

Zhang Deshuai looked at Chen Wei, Chen Wei understood, came to the window, leaned out and shouted: "Did you bring the money?"

Shen Jiwen, who was about to enter the building, raised the suitcase in his hand high, and that meant everything!

"open to take a look!"

Chen Wei said.

"When you see my friend, the money will be given to you naturally, so why worry. Besides, are you afraid of me being alone with so many of you?"

Shen Jiwen said calmly.

He guessed that there would be at least seven or eight people inside.

Chen Wei was about to scold a few words, but was stopped by Zhang Deshuai behind him, and said: "Let him come up, I want to see who is the one who forced Xiao San to death?"

Chen Wei turned around, and was about to wave his hand to let the other party come up, but he had already walked into the building, spitting boredly.

As soon as he entered the abandoned building, every nerve in Shen Jiwen's body became highly tense, and no clues could escape his keen perception.

The other party was on the third floor. Shen Jiwen walked up slowly carrying a suitcase. This suitcase was his briefcase for business trips, and now it was used as a prop.

Along the way to the third floor, the other party did not set up an ambush.

Zhang Deshuai closed his eyes and rested his mind. He listened to the sound of footsteps coming from the dark corridor. Every step was very even, without the slightest rush or panic.

A person's state of mind can be judged from his steps. Zhang Deshuai's mouth was slightly raised like a blade, and he thought to himself: This opponent is a bit interesting.

All eyes were fixed on the stairs, where a figure with long hands appeared in their sight step by step.

"Brother Shen, I'm sorry!"

After seeing Shen Jiwen, the leopard-headed man was about to stand up, but was pushed down hard on the chair by the knife-wielding young man behind him. He was in a very complicated state of mind at this time, guilty, ashamed and worried.

Seeing that the leopard's head was fine, Shen Jiwen let go of his hanging heart, smiled and waved to him, motioning him not to speak.

Then, his gaze swept around, and finally landed on Zhang Deshuai who was sitting on the chair.

The eyes of the two collided fiercely in the air, sparks flew everywhere secretly, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Boy, if you see a handsome guy, don't hurry up and call him, do you understand the rules!"

Chen Wei on the side jumped out, pointed at Shen Jiwen and reprimanded him.

Shen Jiwen's face was calm, without any emotional fluctuations, he didn't even bother to look at Chen Wei, and directly said to Zhang Deshuai who was sitting on the chair: "Let my friend go, we have something to discuss!"

Zhang Deshuai closed his eyes slightly but did not open them, nor did he intend to speak.

Chen Wei on one side became angry, and this guy actually ignored him. Without saying a word, he pulled a green onion from the dry land, jumped up suddenly, and was two and a half meters high, and a hungry tiger rushed towards Shen Jiwen. Coupled with the momentum of the dive, this punch is enough to break a person's ribs.

Chen Wei's nickname is Flea, and as the name suggests, he has amazing jumping ability.

Many people were knocked to the ground by his volley punch when they were caught off guard, and they lay in bed for half a month and couldn't get up.

Shen Jiwen was too lazy to fight with such a young man, so he punched out at random, colliding with the opponent's fist.

Bang!

Like a kite with a broken string, a person flew backwards and slammed into the wall behind.

"Wow--"

Chen Wei spat out a mouthful of blood as soon as he opened his mouth. He felt that his punch just now seemed to hit an extremely hard steel, and the force of the rebound shook his internal organs.

Seeing that Chen Wei was easily defeated, the dozen or so thugs nearby were secretly shocked, and looked at Shen Jiwen with a trace of fear.

Zhang Deshuai's narrowed eyes suddenly opened when Chen Wei landed, and a trace of surprise flashed in his sharp eyes.

Chen Wei is not a master, but he was sent flying in one move. Zhang Deshuai thought that even if he was replaced, he might not be able to do it.

It seems that this man has two tricks, Zhang Deshuai's aggressive heart was provoked, he stood up and said proudly: "Two tricks, stop talking nonsense, beat me, and take your friend away. If you lose, not only your friend, but also You still have 30 to stay with you. Do you dare to fight with me?"

Shen Jiwen smiled and said: "It's not a problem to fight, I'm afraid you won't admit it after losing."

Zhang Deshuai was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, slapped his chest, and said: "In Qifeng City, who knows that I singled out the king Zhang Deshuai, spit into a nail, keep my word, as long as you beat me, I can take you with me at any time friends leave, but if you lose"

"It's up to you to deal with it! A gentleman can't chase after a gentleman!"

"Okay, refreshing! I, Zhang Deshuai, like to fight with such people."

Sometimes there is no need to establish any papers between men, a promise is worth a thousand gold.

When Zhang Deshuai's subordinates saw that their boss was about to make a move, they all looked at Shen Jiwen gloatingly.

I thought to myself: Anyone who is defeated by our boss will not be allowed to lie in bed for a year or so.

The two walked slowly to the center of the field, and the people around them scattered.

Zhang Deshuai first took off his clothes and did a series of preparatory activities, twisting his neck and swinging his legs, and then threw a few punches in the air. With shoulder-length hair, it really looks like Bruce Lee.

Shen Jiwen put the bag in his hand on the ground, put his arms around his chest, and watched the other party doing warm-up exercises with great interest.

Little did he know that his move was a huge provocation in the eyes of the opponent, and he didn't even do the preparatory activities, obviously he looked down upon him as an opponent.

"I hit—"

Zhang Deshuai let out a strange cry, lunged forward, and punched straight at Shen Jiwen's face. In the middle of the punch, three afterimages suddenly appeared, attacking Shen Jiwen's eyebrows, chin and throat respectively. , making people hard to guard against.

"Twice!"

Shen Jiwen said indifferently, while sliding his feet, he drew a semicircle and escaped the attack.

"I hit—I hit—ah"

Zhang Deshuai kept screaming strangely, frightening the little bird perched on the sycamore tree outside and almost never falling from the branch.

I saw him pressing every step of the way, his punches and kicks were simple and direct, and his movements were as fast as the wind, pointing directly at the vital points of Shen Jiwen's body, and suddenly he kicked Shen Jiwen's heart with a sideways kick, like the momentum of thunder, which was hard to resist. The cruel smile seemed to have seen the scene of Shen Jiwen being kicked and slammed into the wall.

However, his cruel smile cooled down before it widened, and there was a sharp pain in his ankle. Shen Jiwen's big hands were like iron pliers, firmly grasping his ankle, unable to move at all.

Zhang Deshuai reacted quickly and almost at the same time, his other foot rose into the air and swept towards Shen Jiwen's temple.

Shen Jiwen didn't even blink his eyes, he raised his fist and hit the opponent's kicking foot, and at the same time, he slammed down heavily with his hand holding his ankle. With a bang, Zhang Deshuai fell on the hard concrete floor, splashing a lot of dust.

Those subordinates around him were astonished, they didn't expect that Shen Jiwen could defeat their boss, it was beyond their expectation.

"Not bad!"

Zhang Deshuai, who was lying on the ground, spit out these two words, stretched out his thumb to Shen Jiwen, then poked it down again, and stood up.

This time he didn't take the initiative to attack, but bounced around Shen Jiwen in a circle, making strange noises from time to time, making a sneak attack, never wanting to fight.

Seeing the boss's change of tactics, the young people around him began to shine again. It seemed that Shen Jiwen had become a puppet since then, and could only stand up and be beaten.

Shen Jiwen repeatedly shook his head and smiled wryly, it seemed that the other party really regarded himself as Bruce Lee.

However, Zhang Deshuai did have two skills, otherwise he wouldn't be called the king of duels. It's a pity that he met Shen Jiwen today.

"I--"

Before he could yell out, Shen Jiwen received two big slaps, which made his eyes shine, and he almost fell over when he was drunk.

"It seems that if you don't take out some things from the bottom of the box, you don't know how powerful Lord Ma's eyes are!"

Whoosh!Zhang Deshuai pulled out a nunchaku from his back.

Swish swish!

The nunchucks were flying up and down in his hands, dazzling and dizzying, as if holding a high-speed rotating electric fan in his hands.

Seeing that the boss finally showed his housekeeping skills, the little guys next to him excitedly took out their mobile phones and started filming. Those who didn't know thought they were making a kung fu movie.

"I hit—ah—"

"I hit—I hit—oh~~~~"

Zhang Deshuai held his nunchaku and shook his head slightly towards the camera. He enjoyed this feeling very much, and after he had had enough of showing off, he took a cold breath and hit Shen Jiwen with a stick.