Horror recovery: I push the heavens horizontally with my body!

Ye Qin waved his hand, "I don't have a mobile phone... come back tomorrow."

After Ye Qingang finished speaking, he suddenly saw a man covered in blood rushing into the training hall.

what's the situation?
Ye Qin hurriedly supported the injured man, while the girl next to him shouted loudly, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Who hurt you?"

? ? ? ? ?

I was just about to learn how to play the legs, but the curator of the legs was beaten and disabled?
Ye Qin helped the girl carry the man into the door, and worked hard for more than half an hour before he was settled.

After another hour, the man woke up from the coma.

"Dad, who hurt you?" the girl asked angrily.

"He is?" the curator looked at Ye Qin and asked.

"He's here to learn how to bounce his legs," the girl said.

Curator Yang Mo smiled wryly, "I'm telling you a joke, I'm not competent as the curator of the kick training center."

"By the way, thank you for your help. My name is Yang Xiaocao." The young girl Yang Xiaocao interjected.

"I don't know if you can teach me how to bounce my legs now?" Ye Qin asked.

"I'm afraid it won't work today, or I don't know..."

Before Yang Mo finished speaking, a discordant voice suddenly came from outside the door, "I'm afraid it won't work tomorrow."

Ye Qin got up and looked outside the door, only to see five tattooed men rushing into the kick training ground.

"Master Yang Mo, right? Today you lost the fight and caused our boss to lose a lot of money. Tell me, what is the loss?" The tattooed man who took the lead took out a machete and put it on the table, and the other four Pull the shutter door.

"You... You guys chased here, and I will lose money if I lose. You bet yourself, why should the loss be counted on me?" Yang Mo retorted angrily.

"No money? Then use your daughter to pay off the debt. Our boss has already taken a fancy to your daughter, let her sleep with our boss for a few nights, and the money will be forgotten." The tattooed man with a knife said and stretched out his salty pig's hand to Yang grass.

"You lost your bet, shouldn't you consider yourself unlucky?" Ye Qin suddenly chimed in.

The tattooed man glanced at Ye Qin and cursed angrily, "What the hell are you? If you dare to meddle in your affairs, get out!"

"what--"

The tattooed man with the knife suddenly screamed, it turned out that Ye Qin had grabbed his crotch.

Ye Qin asked viciously, "Can we talk properly now?"

"You...you let go, let go!" The tattooed man broke out in cold sweat from the pain.

Ye Qin let go, the tattooed man suddenly changed his face, and slashed at Ye Qin, "Let you meddle in your own business."

The other four people stepped forward and surrounded Ye Qin.

when!
Ye Qin shot out suddenly, and firmly clamped the blade with the index finger and ring finger of his right hand.

The five tattooed men were taken aback. Did they meet a master?
They hurriedly turned and fled, "Who the hell closed the door?"

"It's so wicked."

Then there was a scream.

Twenty minutes later, five tattooed men knelt in front of Ye Qin and Yang Mo.

"Brother, we know we were wrong."

"We were really wrong. We were blind and misunderstood the master."

Ye Qin didn't answer, and turned to ask Yang Mo, "Master, do you earn a lot from black boxing?"

Yang Mo blushed, if it wasn't for the hard times, who would fight black fists.

"Like me three games a week, more losses than losses, less than [-] a month, barely enough for our father and daughter's daily expenses."

Ye Qin asked again, "Are there any requirements for black boxing? I want to try it."

Yang Mo was terrified when he heard that, most of the underground black fists in Jianghe City were fought by acquaintances.

He had seen Ye Qin make a move just now, and he used an inch fist, which was so fierce and powerful that one punch might be able to penetrate the stone slab.

If Ye Qin played, wouldn't ten or eight of them die?

Yang Mo waved his hand and refused, "Ye Qin, your punches are too hard. Our group of black punches are just for fun. You can't do it. If you do it, you will kill people."

"Eh..." Ye Qin was speechless for a while, but Yang Mo was right, the hard skulls of the corpses around him couldn't hold up his punch, let alone those ordinary people.

But I am in urgent need of money right now, so I need at least a mobile phone.

When the five tattooed men kneeling on the ground heard that Ye Qin was going to fight black boxing, they immediately became interested, "Brother, ordinary black boxing venues will definitely not satisfy you, but there is still 'blood boxing'!"

blood fist?
"You stand up and talk." Ye Qin said.

Yang Mo kicked the tattooed man hard, and said with a serious face, "Ye Qin, blood fists are harmful things, don't go."

Yang Xiaocao on the side asked curiously, "Dad, what is a blood fist?"

Ye Qin also asked, "Director Yang, please tell me."

"The so-called blood fist is what they call it. When we fight black boxing, we call it a life-and-death fight. There are no other rules except that we can't use weapons."

"The fighters on both sides fight each other desperately until one party surrenders or dies."

Yang Xiaocao was taken aback, she didn't expect the blood fist to be so cruel.

"Shouldn't this thing be banned?" Ye Qin wondered.

"It's impossible for the imperial military and police to sit idly by in such a grandiose way of killing people."

"Imperial military police? Hehe, it would be nice if they didn't cheer for it." Yang Mo said contemptuously.

Originally, the law and order in Jianghe City was stable, and there would not be a robbery case in half a year.

But since the imperial army and police took over Jianghe City, the law and order has become more and more chaotic, with frequent cases of theft, robbery, and rape.

Ordinary people don't even dare to go out after eight o'clock in the evening.

Ye Qin turned his head and asked the tattooed man, "Do you earn a lot from a fight?"

The tattooed man was terrified of being beaten by Yang Mo. He first looked at Yang Mo, and seeing that Yang Mo hadn't said a word, he dared to say, "More than 1 yuan for one fight. Continuous challenges can make a lot of money."

"Consecutive challenges?" Ye Qin asked.

"Challenging multiple masters in a row can get huge bonuses, but the risk is extremely high. If you are not careful, you will die." Yang Mo added.

die?

Ye Qin sneered in his heart, as long as they were not afraid of being beaten to death by him.

Human beings who can kill themselves are probably not born yet.

In order to return to Qinzhou, Ye Qin needs at least a motorcycle, a mobile phone, some high-energy food, and some equipment for survival in the wild.

Ye Qin is not afraid of raging monsters, he is only afraid of dying of starvation and thirst in the wild.

"Those who can participate in blood fist fights are vicious desperadoes, and basically everyone carries their lives on their backs."

Yang Mo wanted Ye Qin to retreat.

But he didn't know that Ye Qin became even more excited when he heard that these were desperadoes, "Desperadoes? That means killing them will not cause any psychological burden."

Seeing Ye Qin smile slightly, the tattooed man shuddered.

Ye Qin got up and looked coldly at the four tattooed men and said, "You four slapped each other's cheeks. I didn't see your faces swollen when I came back, and each of you broke a leg."

"Now take me to your boss." Ye Qin pointed at the tattooed man who was holding a knife.

Poor tattoo boss far away in the western suburbs of Jianghe City, he still doesn't know what kind of terrifying existence he has provoked.