when i have experience

Chapter 54 He Fights Seriously
I have been mixing dialects for so many years, and I have never encountered such a situation after so many fights, so I don't know what to do.

The boss didn't speak, and the younger brothers were all waiting behind.

So these forty big men with sticks surrounded the two uncles and a young man to watch them play chess.

A rare scene in the world.

In the end, the two masters couldn't stand the battle and left early.

Seeing the two masters slip away with the chessboard in their arms, Chen Xing sighed. The first half of the chess game was well played, but when this group of people messed it up, the opposite master obviously panicked, made a casual move and left after losing.

Chen Xing stood up, glanced at the dialect, "Let's go." After speaking, he went straight to the abandoned warehouse.

The group of people who read the dialect were a little dumbfounded. These two old men were really not the helpers he called.

The two groups of people finally met in the abandoned factory. One group consisted of forty big men holding sticks, while the other group consisted of only a third-year junior high school student.

"Are you really alone?" Fang Yan looked at Chen Xing alone. He was still wearing a school uniform and didn't even bring a stick. No matter how he looked, he didn't want to wear a knife.

"En." Chen Xing didn't intend to call anyone.In fact, he didn't have much interest in this fight, and he would definitely continue to open that stall.As for whether the fight is won or not, it doesn't make much difference to him.

If you win, you win, and if you lose, it's normal. What's wrong with being beaten up? Is it embarrassing if one person can't beat forty people?

Hearing that Chen Xing only had one dialect, he felt a little surprised, but at the same time felt relieved. These forty people couldn't beat a brat.

"Seeing that you are still a man, why don't you come over and let me slap you twice, and then show your stomach and let me punch you, and you're done? You continue to flirt, and I won't trouble you in the future." Dialect I feel that I have been very sincere.

"No one ever told you that you are an idiot?" Chen Xing was a little curious.

"You fucking are toasting and don't eat fine wine, so don't blame me for being cruel, brothers, hit me!" A man who was afraid of a hammer in his dialect gave an order, and a group of people swarmed up.

Chen Xing assumed the standard boxing posture again, his eyes were like clear pools, without too many waves.

On Dagu Street, two old men walked nearly 50 meters with a chessboard and two stools. When they looked back, they found that the group of people had disappeared.

"Why don't you play a few more games?" The old man who took Chen Xing's seat just now watched the whole game. Although the rest of the game was done in a hurry, he still saw something. He felt that his strength had improved and he could fight.

"Okay." The other uncle looked back to confirm that the group of murderous people who were facing the sticks on the street had disappeared, so he found a place to set up a chessboard, and the two of them fought again.

Just as the two were fighting in full swing, they suddenly found that the sunlight above their heads dimmed. The two uncles who felt strange raised their heads and found another group of people standing in front of them.

It was completely different from the group of people just now. This group of people were all young people, who looked like junior high school students, high school students and the like.The same is that they all held sticks in their hands, and their faces were full of murderous looks, especially the girl who took the lead, whose murderous look was about to overflow.

"Master, did you see someone enter that abandoned factory?" Yang Ling asked her what she wanted to know most without talking nonsense.

"Yes, I see, there is a large group of people, and there is a young man who was playing chess with us, but was called away by a group of people." The uncle thought that it might not be suitable for playing chess today.

Hearing what the old man said, Yang Ling's expression became even colder, and the old man in Xia Tian felt cold sweat dripping from his back when he saw it.

Yang Ling walked quickly towards the abandoned factory, followed by a large group of students holding sticks, which was more than the group the two uncles saw just now.

"Old Li, why don't you forget about today?" An old man suggested with a puzzled expression.

"Forget it, I almost won this time, alas." The old man who watched Chen Xing play a game of chess and thought he had learned a lot lamented.

"You are being a little nonsense."

"For so many words, the whole chess piece!"

Yang Ling knew where the abandoned factory was, and came directly to the entrance of the factory. At this time, the rusty iron door of the abandoned factory was closed in front of her. Yang Ling put the iron rod in her hand into the arms of A Biao behind her. , directly pulled the iron door open.

The rusty iron door made a heavy metal friction sound when it moved. The iron door was opened, and the light entered the long-abandoned factory along the iron door. In that light, the dust flying in the air could be seen clearly.

Through the dust flying in the air, Yang Ling saw the group of people, and her eyes were only focused on one of the group of people, the young man in school uniform——Chen Xing.

There were many people lying on the ground beside Chen Xing. These people were rolling and crying on the ground, and Chen Xing didn't look so relaxed. His clothes were dirty and there were many marks of being hit by sticks. The fist in front of him was still bleeding, and the blood dripped from his clenched fist to the ground.

He even got a stick on his face, his skin was torn and blood oozes, only his eyes are the same as the Chen Xing she usually sees.Not much anger, not much pain, just serious, like he was taking the fight seriously.

In fact, Chen Xing is very serious. He is trying his best to implement all the things he learned in the fourth level of boxing skills into actual combat. Every time he dodges, every time he punches, he is thinking and making decisions, how to avoid the opponent The heavy blow, how to fight back to get the result.

You idiot, why do you have such an expression when fighting!Yang Ling was angry and anxious.

There was a circle of people around Chen Xing, all of them were eager to try with iron or wooden sticks, and they wanted to hit Chen Xing hard with sticks.

"Kill them to death!!" Yang Ling took the iron rod back from A Biao's arms, her hand holding the iron rod turned blue, and she was the first to walk towards Chen Xing.

"Fuck them!" A Biao was also shocked by the scene in front of him, but quickly recovered and responded to Yang Ling.

A group of students poured in from the gate of the abandoned factory. Yang Ling ordered eighty people to come this time.

"Damn it." Seeing that the iron gate was opened and so many people poured in, Ah Feng panicked a bit. "What's the matter, big brother?"

There are more than 40 of them, and they have surrounded Chen Xing several times. Naturally, the big brother Fang Yan didn't need to make a move. Fang Yan was standing aside at the moment, and he also saw the crowd pouring in from the iron gate. There are many!
Dialect looked at his brothers, and found that his brothers' faces were a little flustered. To deal with Chen Xing alone, so many brothers were defeated, but now so many students came, the army's morale was shaken! !
Dialect gritted his teeth, and at this time he had to hold on, "It's all a group of students, brats, how many are you afraid of? Give me a hit!!" How many students can a group of elders be afraid of?
"Students, you are not afraid, what about us?" A masculine male voice echoed in the abandoned factory.After a group of students poured into the factory, another group of people appeared at the iron gate.

This group of people is a bit special. Some of them still wear hats with the words "Safety First" on their heads, and their clothes are all tattered, and they are basically covered with cement. The things they hold in their hands are not like the previous two groups. The people are so unified, they are all wooden or iron rods. Some of these people are holding shovels, some are holding wrenches, and some are simply holding thick steel bars.

And the man who stood at the front and said the words that echoed in the abandoned factory was Luo Tian. At this time, he held an iron rod in his hand and looked at the dialect with a stern expression.

"Luo Tian, ​​why does this guy take care of this?" Fang Yan couldn't bear it anymore. Luo Tian's name was quite well-known in Hong Kong City, and he looked around at the people he brought. Chen Xing in the center, this Chen Xing who was made to look a little embarrassed by him actually attracted so many people.

How can you do this? If you bring these people here directly, will I still beat you?I'm sure it would be nice to chat with you for a day.And you play like this, the dialect is a little bit like crying.

The war has only begun now, but the outcome has long been determined.

The dialect person was severely beaten.

"Brother Xing, I was wrong, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, don't be angry." Fang Yan bowed to Chen Xing with a bitter face, covered his stomach with both hands, and another punch in his stomach India, it hurts a lot.

"Ah Xing, what should I do?" Luo Tian grabbed Chen Xing's arm with one hand, and put the iron bar on his shoulder with the other. He hadn't fought this kind of group fight for a long time, and he became familiar with it again today.

(End of this chapter)