Saint Seiya Star Marvel

Chapter 3 Fighting Spirit Burning
The bat-wielding hustler was somewhat distraught by the panicky clamor, which would satisfy his ugly vanity as never before if he would have loved to scare the audience.

But today, these noises seem to be mocking him. Everyone is pointing at the baseball bat in his hand, just because he is so sure of the bat, not only did not hit the bastard who blocked his way, but because of the ruthless Knocking on the table, the shock force made his jaw tingle a little.

And the guy who just stood up and escaped his blow by chance, dared to look at him with fierce eyes.

"Bastard! What are you looking at!" A gangster who vaguely felt that the other party might not have escaped his attack by luck, pointed a baseball bat at Le Xia, and although he said threatening words, it always made people feel a little bit harsh.

Although Le Xia couldn't understand what he was talking about, but thinking about it with his ass, he knew that it must be a cruel word like "what are you worried about?" He didn't answer, but was a little eager to try.

The dodge just now was naturally not a fluke. At that moment, a mysterious feeling made him aware of someone attacking behind him, and then he subconsciously used his skills to exert force on his waist, and narrowly avoided the opponent's bat before it fell. .

And the exertion technique he used was what he learned from Sharna when his consciousness was immersed in the smuggler's tag just now.

This made Le Xia realize that he did not guess wrong, as long as he felt Sharna's fighting process with his heart, his consciousness would clearly record her fighting experience, and then it would become a kind of subconscious mind, which would flexibly perform at the right time come out.

After understanding this point, Le Xia began to be a little eager to try. What he memorized was not only evasion skills, but also offensive skills. He looked at the gangster in front of him sharply, and he had already simulated more than a dozen kinds of imprinting his fists on them. The method on the opponent's face.

This kind of strong impulse is like a young man who just got his driver's license. He doesn't want to have his own sports car that is hooked and lost all the time. As long as I think about it, I can't help but tremble all over.

"stop!"

Just when Le Xia was about to put his ideas into practice, a loud shout interrupted his movements.

The gangster on the opposite side was obviously relieved.

After everyone stopped, Zheng Shangqi frowned and walked out of the back kitchen. The white apron on his body fluttered as he walked, reminding Le Xia of Huang Feihong's coat front.

Zheng Shangqi obviously knew the troublemakers, so he walked up to them and started negotiating with them. Le Xia stood behind Zheng Shangqi and listened with a haughty face. It was impossible to tell from his expression that he didn't understand anything.

After negotiating for a few minutes, the face of the opposite person was still ugly, but he turned and left. Only the bastard with the bat didn't forget to give Le Xia a look of "wait for me, boy".

After the gangster left, Zheng Shangqi turned back and patted Le Xia's arm, and then began to appease the diners in the restaurant. I don't know if the American people are more popular. After Zheng Shangqi comforted them, none of them left. Instead, they began to discuss the matter just now. things come.

"Who are those people?" Watching Zheng Shangqi walk back to the back kitchen, Le Xia asked in a low voice beside the black buddies.

The black buddies didn't shy away, opened the spring mouth directly, and started talking like rap.

Le Xia worked hard to weed out nonsense from his unproficient Mandarin, and he probably understood some of it.

"Those people are gangsters in the neighborhood. They've been trying to join Labrus. They've been here three times this month. I don't think they'll give up."

As the black buddies were talking, Zheng Shangqi, who took off his apron, came out from the back kitchen again, and put two plates of dumplings on their table, "Jay, your dumplings."

Then he turned his head and said to Le Xia, "Xiao Le, I plan to treat you. You should go back after eating, and we will talk another day."

After Zheng Shangqi finished speaking, he stuffed a pair of chopsticks into Le Xia's hands, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Wow! This is my favorite place to sleep with a concubine! Eat it quickly, I guarantee you won't forget it after eating it, it's more addictive than big 〇!" Jay, the black buddy, couldn't wait to fuck his chopsticks.

Although Le Xia was growling with hunger, he was in no mood to touch the dumplings on the table. His intuition told him that something might happen to Zheng Shangqi.

Although I have known Zheng Shangqi for less than an hour, Zheng Shangqi has given Le Xia a strong sense of identity, no matter how he looks or how he behaves, or how he behaves when dealing with people.

If he encountered this kind of thing before or just after crossing, he might think to hide as far away as possible.

As a powerless otaku, this is his wisest choice.

But he is different now.

From the moment he dodged the gangster's baseball bat just now, he felt that he had really become stronger.

This sudden sense of expansion made him subconsciously make a decision that was completely opposite to his previous personality.

Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Le Xia got up and followed.

After going out, Le Xia found that Zheng Shangqi was nowhere to be seen, but the little sheep was still outside the door, so he guessed he shouldn't be far away.

After looking around, Le Xia suddenly saw some people walking towards an alley in the distance. Judging from their dress and movements, they were obviously not good people, very similar to those gangsters who just entered the door.

The restaurant was not too far away from the alley, and when Le Xia touched it, those people had already poured into the alley, and the alley less than two meters wide was completely blocked by dense crowds of people's heads.

There was a lot of noise in the alley, even Le Xia who spoke Chinese might not be able to understand what they were talking about, let alone they were still speaking English.

Fortunately, there is a trash can next to it, and you can see the inside when you stand on it, which makes Le Xia confirm that Zheng Shangqi is really inside.

Standing on the trash can, Le Xia watched them negotiate quietly. The process didn't take long. As Zheng Shangqi shook his head again and again, the leader on the opposite side finally lost his patience and waved his hand to issue an attack order.

Immediately, the gangsters rushed towards Zheng Shangqi like a tide, but Zheng Shangqi, who was in the front of the crowd, did not panic, and used the fabled trick of not retreating but advancing, striding towards the raging crowd.

That all-or-nothing look looked a bit tragic. Even if Zheng Shangqi was really capable of fighting like Bruce Lee, facing so many enemies, he would be hard-pressed to fight with two fists. After a long battle, he would inevitably suffer losses.

Seeing this, Le Xia didn't hesitate any more, jumped off the trash can and rushed towards the crowd. Although he was spotted by the gangsters before he reached his eyes, he didn't stop at all, and instead sped up his pace.

bump!
Dodging a bat, he punched a gangster hard in the face with his fist. The real feeling of the blow made Le Xia's heart burn instantly.

"This is the life I want, this is the youth I want! Burn it, my little universe!"

(End of this chapter)