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Chapter 57 Drunken Fist
"Useless things, you can't do this little thing well, you can't do it alone, what's the use of you." In Room 1409, Mu Ziqing sat on a chair with a gloomy face, and sat slumped by the window facing him. The sluggish Liu Yang kept yelling.

"Li Shao, he blocked it, he actually blocked it, hehe, haha, am I dreaming? Of course I am, how can human power stop a speeding car?" Liu Yang muttered to himself.

"Dream, dream with your big head." Mu Ziqing picked up a wine glass on the table and smashed it, hitting Liu Yang's forehead, and a streak of blood flowed down his forehead.

Under the pain, Liu Yang immediately woke up from the sluggish state, clutching his forehead with both hands desperately, yelling 'ahhh' non-stop.

"What's it called? This is a punishment for your stupid brain. Tell me, what are you doing looking for a business van? If the two vehicles are trucks, do you think he can block them?" Mu Ziqing said.

"Two?" Liu Yang was taken aback, resisting the pain, and replied, "But, Young Master Li, I only prepared that truck."

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"Brother Bao, I think it's almost enough, it's getting late, it's time to go back." One of the stalls in the famous snack street in Donghai City, Lin Yifei looked helplessly at Wang Baojian who was already a little confused after drinking, and persuaded him.

"No, brother Yifei, let's continue. To be honest, the entertainment industry is too deep, and I haven't let go like this for a long time." Wang Baojian said.

"Yo, little brother, isn't your friend still a star?" The stall owner joked with a smile.

"Hi, my friend drank too much." Lin Yifei said with a smile.

"I think so too. No celebrity would get drunk in a messy stall like mine." The boss said.

It's not because the boss is blind, but Wang Baojian is down-to-earth, and his temperament is obviously different from those of the big stars, which is more simple. In addition, Wang Baojian's face is flushed from drinking now, even if he doesn't wear makeup, he probably won't How many people can recognize it.

"Boss, let's pay the bill." Lin Yifei got up, and couldn't let Wang Baojian drink any more. If he got drunk, it would be another disturbance if someone recognized him.

"Okay, little brother, the total is two hundred and four yuan, and it's two hundred for you." The boss said.

"No, here." Lin Yifei took out two hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and handed them over.

However, just as the stall owner was about to receive the money, a hand with an iron chain suddenly appeared from one side, and a push pushed the stall owner who was over [-] years old to the ground.

"Old man, have you paid the protection fee for this month?" A young man with a green cockscomb hair and a shiny silver chain hanging from the corner of his mouth looked down at the stall owner with a fierce expression.

"I, didn't I give it to you yesterday?" The old man fell to the ground, terrified and helpless.

"Ah, what did you say, yesterday's is yours from last month, and it's due today this month." The man with the green cockscomb head leaned over and said.

"Why is this? You bandits." The stall owner roared angrily.

"Drink, we are not robbers, but your protectors. If you don't pay the protection fee, I don't care if someone comes to destroy the place." The green cockscomb head said, slightly raised his head, and the dozen or so people behind him The younger brother understood immediately, and walked over with a grinning grin, ready to start smashing.

"I can't pretend I didn't see it." Lin Yifei shook his head and said to himself.

"Ah, boy, what did you say, say it again if you have the guts." The green cockscomb head held high, and at the same time reached for the wallet in Lin Yifei's hand.

However, what greeted him was a terrifying "Rising Dragon Fist". Lin Yifei formed a fist with his right hand and punched upwards like lightning, hitting the green cockscomb-headed man's chin. Bone shattered, teeth mixed with blood foam dripped from the unconscious green rooster's mouth.

"You, you actually beat our elder brother's younger brother like this, boy, you are miserable, come on, brothers." Seeing this, the rest immediately rushed forward.

Lin Yifei took a step forward, and suddenly, a figure stood in front of him, it was Wang Baojian who was half drunk and half awake.

"Brother Yifei, leave this to me. I haven't touched my hands for a long time, and my hands are itchy." Wang Baojian said with his tongue out, and then rushed out, 'Pa Da' tripped by the stool and fell straight on the ground.

At this time, an unscrupulous gangster with a baseball bat has come close, waving the bat in his hand and is about to hit Wang Baojian on the head.Just when Lin Yifei was about to strike, Wang Baojian, who was lying on the ground, dodged the blow with an incredible gesture, as if he had just turned over in his sleep.

Turned over to avoid the random beatings of the gangsters, stretched his waist and punched one bad gangster after another to the ground, obviously half-closed his eyes, but seemed to be able to know all the details of the brawl, although every move seemed a bit chaotic. The tricks, but upon closer inspection, they are at the level of a martial arts master. This kind of footwork, this kind of boxing, could it be...

"Drunken Fist." Someone in the crowd attracted by the commotion couldn't help shouting loudly in shock.

The crowd suddenly became agitated, talking loudly, looking for mobile phones to take pictures... all kinds of things.

"This is not going to work, it's time to withdraw." Although Lin Yifei was surprised by Wang Baojian's drunken fist, this is not a place for discussion.

Putting 200 yuan into the pocket in front of the stall owner's stomach, Lin Yifei strode forward, knocked out the last unscrupulous gangster with a punch, and supported Wang Baojian with one hand, before the crowd became denser. rush out.Those who were ready to take pictures with their mobile phones mostly captured Lin Yifei's profile and the backs of the two of them.

Lin Yifei: "Brother Bao, Brother Bao, wake up."

Wang Baojian raised his arm feebly, slowly opened his eyes, and asked in a daze, "Brother Yifei, where is this place?"

"Room 1430 of Yuexing Hotel." Lin Yifei replied.

"1430, 1430." Wang Baojian was so excited that he woke up instantly, pulled Lin Yifei and said, "Brother Yifei, how can you live here, this room is ominous, there is something, let's go quickly."

"Brother Bao, don't worry, it's okay, I've lived here for ten days, nothing happened." Lin Yifei said.

"Really, I heard that this room is very evil." Wang Baojian said suspiciously.

"Let's not talk about that for now. Having said that, Brother Bao, the kung fu you used just now was Drunken Fist." Lin Yifei changed the subject.

"Drunken Fist? What Drunken Fist? I don't have any memory." Wang Baojian replied.

Lin Yifei stroked his forehead, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: "It turns out that the descriptions in those novels are not all gibberish. Forgetting everything is to comprehend this kind of nonsense."

Lin Yifei: "Okay, it's okay, Brother Bao, I'll take you to your own room to rest."

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(End of this chapter)