Super Perfect Love Handbook

Chapter 319 Chinese are all sick men of East Asia

"Okay!" The audience cheered and cheered. They didn't know whether they were shouting for the guarding man to hide or because of the excitement that someone almost hit the guarding man.

After several rounds, the man guarding the ring did not put on the provocative mustache, and the mustache did not take advantage of the man guarding the ring.

The mustache was punched several times by the guarding man, his face was full of anger, bloodshot eyes wandered in the corners of his eyes, and the veins on his face were bulging.

The guarding man rushed over like a ghost, and punched Mustache on the stomach, knocking him to the ground, but he still hit the point.

After counting to three, the man with the mustache didn't get up, and the man guarding the ring went over and reached out to pull the mustache up from the ground.

At this moment, Mustache suddenly hit the guarding man's face with a strong fist.

The man guarding the ring was unprepared, and this fist hit him hard.

The man with the mustache lowered his left hand to guard the ring man's head, raised his right hand, and punched the back of the opponent's head with his right elbow, without giving the ring guard any chance to stop and breathe.

Then the mustache grabbed the guard's hair and pulled it down. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand to grab the guard's left hand, and quickly raised his right knee to hit the back of his head.

The man guarding the ring was stunned by these consecutive movements, and his body limply lay on the ground and he didn't get up for a long time.

"Hey, get up, get up and fight!" Some spectators taunted the fallen guarding man.

The mustache looked at the man who was beaten and lay on the ground, he stretched out his thumbs upside down, and his chin was so proud that he almost raised his chin to the sky, he laughed wildly, "You can't do it. The Chinese are all the sick men of East Asia. Hahaha Ha ha……"

It was fine if Mustache didn't say this, but once he said this, the audience sitting underground would not be happy.

Although they can scold the men who guard the ring, why do you, an outsider, scold our own people.

At that moment, some people who couldn't understand Mustache's style stood up and criticized, "Why do you say that about this teacher? If you hadn't cheated just now, how could you have hit him? The victory won by tricks is also Feel free to show off."

After the man finished speaking, someone immediately echoed, "Yes, that's right. You are the sick man of East Asia when you say that others are. Just rely on these insidious little tricks to satisfy your inferiority complex."

I don't know if it was because of the people's venomous words that poked Moustache's sore feet, and Moustache said very angrily to the person who stood up to rebut, "Your, apologize immediately. Otherwise, it's the same as his."

The mustache said and pointed to the guarding man who was still blindfolded on the ground, which meant: If you don't apologize, you will end up like this man.

"Want us to apologize? Impossible!"

"Hmph." Mustache snorted coldly, walked over a few steps, pulled the arm of the man who said he was inferior, threw him over the shoulder, and hit the man's lower abdomen with a straight punch.

"Ah!" The man cried out in pain, clutching his stomach and rolling back and forth.

"Hey, why are you still beating people?" A group of people accused and dissatisfied.

A few challengers who had just gone up to fight stood up righteously and wanted to teach this troublemaker a lesson together.

Although it is true that the mustache can't beat the guarding man, he still has some real skills.

It didn't take long for those who rushed up to be knocked to the ground by the mustache alone, rubbing their stomachs, hugging their legs, and covering their arms.

(End of this chapter)