Proficiency: Tens Of Millions Of Practice

Chapter 8 Commissioning

On the way, Meng Laoer was still a little uneasy walking.

"Xiaoyu, there are about ten people on the other side, is it really all right?" Second Meng still hesitated.

Mainly for a while, it was difficult for him to switch between the weak boy in the mine and Wang Yu's identity as a martial artist in front of him.

I was also worried that Wang Yu would be dragged down by him and suffer serious injuries.

"I haven't seen them, so I'm not 100% sure." Wang Yu said solemnly.

"Be safe, Uncle Meng, take your family and leave there first, and it won't be too late to pick them up after the matter subsides."

Although Wang Yu already has the second level of body training, which is more than enough to deal with a dozen ordinary people, but he will not be overconfident because of this.

Brother He Tie, who was in the same boxing gym back then, was not a double-weight bodybuilder. As a result, he was severely injured when he was eating a meal, and he had to lie in the hospital for two months before he recovered.

In his opinion, the second level of body forging is nothing at all, and he shouldn't even leave the gate of the boxing gym!

How dangerous the outside world is.

If it weren't for the fact that he had no money and saw Meng's second child in trouble, he would not have chosen to accept the commission and leave the boxing gym at this time.

"Okay! I will send my wife and children to the Daozhen Hotel for a temporary stay, but I will stay with you and will not leave!" Meng Laoer gritted his teeth.

He was digging in the mine, and his body was very muscular. Although he was not as good as a serious trained martial artist, he could at least deal with one or two punks with a hoe.

"Uncle, don't worry, even if I fail this time, at worst, I will call the master later." Wang Yu said seriously.

In fact, if Sun Chengshan wasn't in the boxing gym today, he would have called out a long time ago.

Given the importance Sun Chengshan attached to him now, most of the request from this colleague would be agreed.

"Xiaoyu, I really don't know how to thank you." Meng Er Er said moved.

"It's okay, Uncle, without you in the mine, I might have collapsed a long time ago, and I won't be able to return to Dao Town alive today." Wang Yu said slowly.

Meng Lao Er was the first person to help him when he crossed over, so he still has a lot of weight in his heart.

Enough for him to take a chance and get out of the gym.

Nanshanling is a general term for a hilly area in the inland.

Because the place is far away from the town center, the people who are willing to live here have slightly better conditions than the people in Mouse Street, and they are all considered poor.

Otherwise, Meng Laoer would not have worked in the harsh environment of the mine for several years.

Under a low mountain, Meng Laoer's family lives here.

A relatively old brick and mud house surrounded by a fence and thatch.

In addition to being backed by low mountains, there are high mounds on both sides, which have a certain effect of sheltering from wind and rain.

At a glance, only the area selected by Meng Lao Er is flat, and the rest of the land is either a slope or a low mountain, and it is impossible to build a house for people.

In a radius of one kilometer, there is only Meng Laoer's family.

It has to be said that Meng Lao Er had a very clear idea of ​​the site selection.

When Wang Yu got closer, before he could take a closer look, he heard the sound of knocking on the door from inside.

Meng Laoer also heard the movement, his complexion changed drastically, and he rushed back immediately.

Wang Yu frowned. He didn't expect the other party to come in such a hurry. He came to do evil early in the morning, and immediately walked into the small courtyard surrounded by fences.

In the yard, there was a group of young people in their twenties, laughing and fooling around, some of them still held sticks in their hands.

They are full of hooligans and hooligans, afraid that others will not recognize their identities.

One of them was kicking the door with his foot, trying to force his way into the house.

A child's terrified cries could be heard inside the house.

"You bastards!" Meng Laoer, who rushed into the yard, opened his eyes angrily, grabbed the hoe that was leaning on the side, and was about to fight this group of people.

However, Wang Yu held down his shoulder in time, and with a little force on his hand, Meng Er Er was held in place.

"Yo, I thought you were hiding in there and didn't dare to make a sound, so you are looking for someone?" Wang Xiaoma smiled, weighing the iron rod in his hand, and didn't pay attention to Meng Lao Er who was holding a hoe. inside.

As for the unarmed teenager Wang Yu, he looked even less threatening.

They have a dozen or so heroes here, who can kill people with a single stick.

"I advise you to be more sensible and hand over all the land deeds and house deeds here, we have no patience!" Wang Xiaoma sneered.

"Brother Ma, don't talk nonsense with him. You dared to report to the officials before, so break your hands and feet first!" A younger brother said fiercely.

"Did you hear? If you don't hand over anything, I'll even break your son's hands and feet today!" Wang Xiaoma said, hitting the door panel behind him with a stick.

With a bang, the door panel finally couldn't bear it, and faintly began to crack.

"Bastard!" Meng Lao Er was trembling with anger, and regretted it at the same time.

I left in such a hurry that I lost my head in the morning, and I would have brought my wife and children out with me if I knew about it.

Relying on the large number of people, Wang Xiaoma's vigor is as strong as it is, and it is obvious that he will be the second child of Meng.

Wang Yu glanced around, and asked calmly: "Uncle Meng, the group in front of you was the only ones here before, did you miss anything?"

It was only after hearing Wang Yu's question that Meng Laoer came to his senses that Wang Yu was still there this time.

"It seems that there is another leader who didn't come today." Meng Laoer recalled the group of people who came to commit the crime before.

At that time, it was not Wang Xiaoma who led the team, but someone else.

"Idiot, do you still need my elder brother to help you out? I really don't cry without seeing the coffin!" Wang Xiaoma shouted, and gave a few younger brothers a look.

Four of the younger brothers understood, and rushed towards Wang Yu and Wang Yu with all their teeth and claws.

They all had sticks as weapons in their hands, and the one who ran fast arrived first, and picked Wang Yu, who seemed to be easier to deal with.

"Go to hell!"

A blow to the head, if an ordinary person was hit on the head, they would probably fall to the ground immediately.

Meng Laoer instinctively picked up his hoe, trying to block Wang Yu's head and smash it.

But he was dragged behind by Wang Yu in advance, and at the same time kicked out like a whip, hitting the gangster's waist.

The gangster didn't even react, he was kicked and flew aside, just in time to hit the other two rushing companions.

After falling to the ground, the gangster who was kicked by Wang Yu only felt a severe pain in his waist, as if even the kidney in that position had been kicked out, and he opened his mouth and howled in agony.

Then Wang Yu stepped forward and punched out like a dragon, hitting the chest of another gangster.

He has practiced the second level of Wuyingquan, and his kung fu is more concentrated on double fists.

This punch was as fast as lightning, and no one present could catch the number of Wang Yu's punches.

With just one punch, the bastard's sternum was broken, and blood gushed from his mouth, and he fell to the ground.

Wang Yu frowned slightly watching this scene.

He has already saved some punching strength, he is usually in the boxing gym, and he is used to seeing his brothers fighting.

This is the first time to fight against ordinary people, and it seems that he has used too much force.

Seeing this scene, the other two gangsters who came up were shocked and froze in place, not daring to move.

Meng's second son was hot-headed, but his wife and children were still in the house, so he couldn't help roaring, took a hoe, and smashed on the two bastards, making them scream.

When Wang Xiaoma saw that the four younger brothers were easily put down by the other two, his face was livid, "Go, let me go, let's deal with them together!"

However, the rest of the gangsters were a little afraid to approach the imposing Wang Yu.

After all, they were just a bunch of rabble, and even Meng Laoer, who was mad, holding a bloody hoe, made them feel terrified.

"What are you afraid of? There are so many of us!" Wang Xiaoma jumped up angrily.

"It's not quite right, you, look at what he's wearing, does it look like the clothes worn by the martial arts disciples!" A gangster suddenly said in surprise.

When Wang Yu was taken seriously, his identity became clearer.

Disciple of the martial arts school! As long as it is not the kind of tentative disciple, no matter how bad it is, it is a martial artist who has cultivated the first level of body training.

Combat power is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Although these gangsters didn't immediately recognize that Wang Yu was wearing Wuying Boxing Gym's uniform, they weren't too stupid either.

At this time, the identity of Wang Yu's martial arts disciple was determined.

"How is it possible!" Wang Xiaoma yelled, but his heart was already panicked, and his feet moved back little by little.

Wang Yu didn't say anything, and walked towards them calmly.

"run!"

The rest of the gangsters could no longer withstand Wang Yu's persecution. Their status as warriors was enough to make them feel intimidated, so they turned around and ran away immediately.

Among them, Wang Xiaoma was the fastest and earliest one.

However, Wang Yu didn't intend to just let them run away, so he chased after them with a stride.

Naturally, his speed is not comparable to this group of gangsters, and he easily catches up with a small player and knocks him down with a single punch.

(end of this chapter)