My master is a demon beast

When Huang Mao heard someone scold him, he became stiff and looked up. It turned out that he was a rustic hillbilly dressed up, and he was still alone. He immediately laughed angrily.

"My grass! Who are you? Heroes save the United States! Can't you see the situation clearly? Dumby! If you don't want to die, don't mind your own business! "

Yellow hair pointed to Tu Teng, full of wine, crooked his mouth and scolded.

Tu Teng frowned when he saw that he was full of wine and ruffian. He looked at his yellow hair coldly, but didn't speak.

The passing girl looked at TU Teng gratefully and took the opportunity to run away. She didn't even dare to look back.

Those little gangsters who drank and guessed boxing all gathered around when they saw someone making trouble.

But feikun and his younger brothers didn't get up. They just turned their heads and looked forward to a good play in which a fool was beaten by a group.

"Grass! It's a fucking fake. You look calm when you're surrounded. "

"These two forces are scared silly!"

"It looks very strong. Is it still a trainer?"

"Grass, what about practicing family? Even the king of heaven, I have to lie down today! "

Several gangsters beside feikun whispered.

"Boy, our snake boss is in a good mood today. The key is that brother Kun is here. If you kneel down and knock his head three times and shout grandpa snake three times, maybe our snake assembly will consider letting you go!"

"Ha ha ha!"

One of the gangsters around Tu Teng in a red leather jacket pointed to Tu Teng and shouted. His words made other gangsters laugh.

"A mob!"

Tu Teng casually raised his eyes to look at the sky and squeezed out a few words from his mouth.

Tu Teng said these words like a spoonful of cold water poured into the boiling hot oil, and the scene immediately exploded.

"Damn it!"

"Grass! Kill dog day! "

"Fight!"

The first thing to do was naturally yellow hair. The beer bottle in his hand hit Tu Teng's head.

Other gangsters also rushed forward with a vicious look.

Tu Teng's body retreated and his head tilted to the left with his upper body. He just avoided the wine bottle hit by yellow hair.

Without waiting for other gangsters to get close, he lifted the green plastic trash can more than one meter high on the roadside and swung it left and right. More than a dozen gangsters couldn't get close at all.

Yellow hair smashed a bottle into the air. Under the action of inertia, his body stumbled and almost lost its balance, which seemed a little embarrassed.

He never thought that such a close attack would miss. He couldn't keep his face in front of so many younger brothers. He scolded viciously, grabbed another beer bottle from his younger brother and threw it at TU Teng.

"Pa!"

"Ouch!"

Instead of hitting Tu Teng, the thrown wine bottle was intercepted and rebounded by the trash can in his hand. It seemed as if he had eyes and accurately hit the forehead of the previous red leather jacket that made Tu Teng kneel.

The little gangster in a red leather jacket immediately bled all over his face and fell to the ground with a scream.

"Good one. He's really a trainer!"

Feikun, who has been sitting at the wine table watching the war, raised his eyebrows and exclaimed in secret.

Huang Mao and others were stunned for almost three seconds at the same time.

"My grass! Beat me to death! "

More than a dozen people on our side were unfair to each other. They couldn't even get close to each other. It was their own side who saw the blood fall to the ground first. Huang Mao couldn't restrain his anger anymore. He roared and rushed towards Tu Teng.

The rest of the mix were also furious, howling to besiege Tu Teng.

"These bastards, if you don't give them some color today, it seems that they can't get away for a while."

Tu Teng was a little angry.

He poured a trace of true yuan Qi into his hands and swung the plastic trash can out at the besieged gangsters.

"Poof poof!"

"Ah ah!"

The plastic trash can rotates at high speed with frightening force, makes a "whine" sound in the air, and hits the small gangsters with a strange arc route.

Those who were hit by plastic garbage cans either broke their hands and legs, or fell to the ground in a coma on the spot, and seven or eight fell in the blink of an eye.

The plastic trash can bounced and landed unsteadily. Tu Teng pulled a heavy whip leg on it. With a "Dong" sound, the trash can flew up and hit the yellow hair from the bully.

"Bang!"

With a dull noise, the plastic trash can slammed into the Yellow hairy door that had no time to avoid, and bounced into the crowd of onlookers more than 20 meters away, arousing a scream.

Huang Mao, like a broken linen bag, was hit six or seven meters by the garbage can and hit a dining table in the stall. In an instant, he was buried by broken wood chips and food dishes.

Seeing that the boss was smashed and flew, seven or eight companions fell to the ground, crying with pain. Where did the remaining five or six little gangsters dare to do it? Tu Teng was like looking at a murderous God, and his eyes were full of fear.

Almost coincidentally, they ran back to the stall. Two of them quickly picked up the yellow hair that was only out of breath but not in breath, and staggered back to brother Kun who had been stunned for a long time.

Obviously, they want brother Kun to stand up for them.

At first, feikun was only slightly surprised that Tu Teng was a practicing family, but the next means directly let him eliminate any idea of acting for Huang Mao.

There is not much garbage in the plastic trash can. Its own weight is limited. Even if it is smashed on people, it can't have such lethality.

Feikun is also a martial artist. How could he not see that pure physical power would never be so powerful.

"Master!"

He is quite sure of his judgment.

But he could see that Tu Teng was a master of martial arts. As for what level, he could not see. He was sure that Tu Teng would not be worse than brother Liang at least.

In front of martial arts experts, feikun knew that he would die in one face to face, and his end would not be much better than Huang Mao.

He wanted to run away quickly, but there were so many younger brothers watching. Before, Huang Mao also held him high. If he ran away with his tail, how can he stay in the North District in the future?

In a hurry, he quietly took out his mobile phone and sent several text messages.

"Brother Liang, I have a hard stubble and can't get away!"

"Where is it?"

"A stall at the gate of Jinxiu community."

"How many people are there?"

"Just one, knock down more than a dozen of us in the blink of an eye."

"Oh? Then I think so. Hold on first. I'll be right there! "

Tu Teng saw that the other party was afraid of being beaten. He didn't mean to continue. He clapped his hands and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, Hu feikun, who had not moved his cheeks in the stall, spoke.

"Man, you're good at it. Beat my brothers like this and leave like this?"

Tu Teng glanced at the little gangsters who were still showing their teeth and shouting pain on the ground, touched his nose, looked at feikun sideways and said, "come if you want to fight!"

"Hum! How crazy! "

Fat Kun stood up as soon as he patted the table, and the fat on his face swayed and glared at TU Teng, but he didn't seem to want to do it right away.

He did this for the younger brothers around him. He didn't dare to start with Tu Teng. He just wanted to hold Tu Teng until brother Liang came to clean him up.

Seeing that the fat man with beard didn't rush over, Tu Teng expected that the other party wouldn't dare to act rashly. With a cold hum, he walked leisurely towards the restaurant.

"Squeak!"

"Tu Teng!"

Without taking a few steps, there was a sound of wheels rubbing the ground caused by the car's rapid braking.

Then, a familiar voice came from my ear.

Tu Teng turned around unexpectedly and saw a young man coming out of a dark green Jeep Wrangler Sahara.

He has long hair, sunglasses and a black Hugo Boss casual suit. His face is white and his figure is tall and handsome. He is quite similar to Chen Haonan in Hong Kong films.

"Square girder!"

Tu Teng recognized the man and shouted in surprise.

Feikun also came out of the stall and greeted the parked jeep. Just halfway through, he found that brother Liang and Tu Teng seemed to have known each other for a long time. It seems that the relationship is not general.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a big oolong, which was very embarrassing. He scolded the yellow hair who caused trouble thousands of times.

"Ha ha, it's you! Where have you died these years? "

"Hahaha! I haven't seen you for years! I didn't expect to meet you here. Liang is still so romantic! "

Fang Daliang and Tu Teng's good friend meet again, and their joy is beyond expression.

This brother Liang in feikun's mouth, that is, Fang Daliang, is a classmate of Tu Teng martial arts school.

In the martial arts school, in addition to his best friend Huang Fei, Fang Daliang has the strongest relationship with Tu Teng.

If Huang Fei and Tu Teng had a brotherly friendship from peeing and mud playing together since childhood, Fang Daliang and Tu Teng were bosom friends who appreciated each other, cherished each other's heroes and shared the same interests.

Fang Daliang and Tu Teng exchanged greetings for a while, looked around at the small minions who were in a mess and looking for teeth everywhere, and then looked at feikun who was uncomfortable everywhere. He immediately understood what was going on.

"Brother Liang, this..."

Feikun saw that brother Liang should already know that the hard stubble in his text message was his old friend, so he embarrassed to support his words.

"All right, don't clean up quickly."

Fang Daliang's face was heavy and scolded feikun coldly.

Feikun showed a guilty face, naturally there was a trace of relief, and hurriedly asked everyone to clean up the mess.

"Tu Teng, look at this. My brothers don't have eyes. I'll compensate you."

Fang Daliang said with an apologetic look on his face, patting Tu Teng on the shoulder.

"No, no, it's not me who should compensate. I hurt your brothers."

Tu Teng was also embarrassed, but there was a hard to hide disappointment in his eyes.

When he learned that Fang Daliang was the big brother of these gangsters, he couldn't help frowning, and an unexpected disappointment climbed to his heart.

At that time, he and Fang Daliang danced at the martial arts school. They practiced three volts in summer and three nines in winter. They were determined to become Wulin experts, punish evil and promote good, and maintain world peace and tranquility.

But not for several years, Fang Daliang, who used to be chivalrous and righteous and awe inspiring, has become a rogue leader, which makes Tu Teng a little difficult to accept.

Fang Daliang seemed to see Tu Teng's mind, patted Tu Teng on the shoulder and said, "go, let's find a place to drink and talk!"

Tu Teng didn't refuse and followed Fang Daliang into the jeep.

They came to a Sichuan restaurant with a unique environment, ordered some special dishes and bottles of beer, and talked while eating.

After a few bottles of beer, Fang Daliang seemed to say with some sadness: "brother, what do you think in your heart? I know that those who practice martial arts don't have a martial arts dream. I can only say that the ideal and reality are too far apart."

"Don't say it, Daliang. I didn't expect you to encounter so many things after graduation. Maybe this is everyone's destiny."

Tu Teng can fully understand his choice through the chat with Fang Daliang just now. Between brothers, there is no need to explain too much. One look, a few words from his heart and a glass of sake are enough.

"No matter what we do, we are brothers! Come on, let's go! "

"Yes, we will always be brothers! Do it! "

"By the way, Tu Teng, since you don't have a job now, how about I find you a place to work if you like?"

Fang Daliang suddenly asked.

Tu Teng's eyes lit up and asked curiously, "Oh? That's a good feeling. Where? "

"An upscale nightclub."

"Nightclub? Liang, you won't pull me to the road, will you? "

Tu Teng joked.

"Hey! If you really want to go on the road, that brother, I'll follow you in the future. With your skill, I have to walk sideways in our North District. "

"What can I do in a nightclub?"

"With your skill, you are naturally a security guard. The treatment is very good. From 9:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m. every day, your monthly salary is guaranteed to be 8000 and a commission."

"Such a high salary? True or false? "

Tu Teng can't believe it. With the current consumption level in Qingsi City, the average wage earner has an average of 45001 months, a base salary of 8000 and a commission. That's quite good treatment.

"Can't you trust me?"? The treatment is definitely not bad, but it is not easy. Although you only work six hours a day, you need to turn the day and night upside down. Moreover, in places like nightclubs, there are a mixture of good and bad people, and you often need to move your muscles and bones. "

Fang Daliang said sincerely.

Tu Teng naturally trusts his good friend Fang Daliang. Although he doesn't like nightclubs, he really needs to solve his livelihood now. He has to eat.

Without much hesitation, Tu Teng agreed.

"Well, to tell you the truth, that nightclub is run by my boss tiger himself. I've been taking care of it for years. Therefore, you don't have to go through any interview and assessment. Come to work directly. Give me a call before you come. I'll wait for you there."

"OK, Liang, I didn't expect you to do well. You're all carrying handles, ha ha!"

"Ha ha! Are you envious? "

Fang Daliang took out his sunglasses, put them on, stroked his hair deliberately, put on a cool posture and smiled.

"Hahaha! Not to mention, it's really a little coquettish. "

"Fuck you!"

The two good brothers, who had not seen each other for many years, seemed to have returned to the martial arts school years when they had nothing to say and amused each other.

After laughing for a while, Fang Daliang then said, "Oh, by the way, that nightclub is called Haojue never night city, just east of Tianyuan square."

Seeing that Tu Teng agreed, Fang Daliang couldn't close his mouth happily.

One is that his best brother can work with him. Although Tu Teng is unwilling to join their forces, he can see them every day at least in the future.

Second, Tu Teng's skill. He knows best that with an expert in charge, the business of the nightclub will be better.

Tu Teng is also in a particularly good mood. Maybe this evening is the happiest night since he left the orphanage.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't been so relaxed and happy when he could confide in his close friends, drink wine, drink and laugh loudly.

When they had enough to eat and drink, Fang Daliang sent Tu Teng to Jinxiu community, went home and said no more.