Super God Kindergarten

Chapter 132 A pig fell from the sky

A group of people in the private room, to put it nicely, are the big brothers in the Tao and the bosses in the society. To put it bluntly, they are all from the background of the society, and they are the masters who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. By the way, everyone has their own thoughts in their hearts, laughing and watching the fun.

"Brother Jiang, how do we play?" Fatty Zhu shook his fat and smiled like a demonized version of Maitreya Buddha. Don't play tricks such as splitting red bricks with your palm and jacked down, brother, I have also been through the rivers and lakes, if you play these, you will look down on me."

There are skills in tricks such as splitting red bricks and throwing weights, and a person who has never practiced martial arts can do it as long as he masters the skills.

"Old Zhu, you really want to be serious when you say that? Do you want brothers to find you a knife?" A bald man in his 30s with a tattoo on his neck said in an indifferent way.

"Third brother, why are you so angry!" Another flat-headed man who looked calmer and about the same age as Wu Dacheng laughed and cursed, and then said to Wu Dacheng: "Brother Dacheng, your brother has a bit of a temper, Zhu Fatty Isn't it just a joke with him, can you be serious?"

Wu Dacheng chuckled, and said two words, "Let's play." It seemed that he didn't plan to care about it.

The others looked at me and I looked at you, all full of doubts.

Although they are all friends, there are also occasional conflicts in business and scenes when there is a relationship between relatives and estrangements. If this young man loses, Wu Dacheng will definitely not look good.

It seemed that Wu Dacheng really had some confidence in his little brother surnamed Jiang.

I just don’t know where this confidence comes from. Fatty Zhu is fat, and it’s true that he can fight. The black belts in several famous taekwondo gyms in the city, the so-called masters, don’t look at kicking the wooden board to play 6, really hands-on, Zhu Fat people can beat them to the ground with three or two blows. Street fights have started since they were teenagers, and sometimes they even fought for their lives until they were in their early thirties. This is by no means in the gym. Several martial arts routines are comparable.

What's more, this young man doesn't even look strong, he is a little thin, compared with the fat man Zhu who is like Roushan, he feels a little weak.

In this way, Zhu Fatty dare not say that one hits ten, and two slaps slap one, it is not a big problem.

Some people were more careful and glanced at Wu Dacheng, seeing him smiling and not speaking with a confident look, as if he had some trump card.

Wu Dacheng's hole card is very simple. He has seen Jiang Xuan breaking an ashtray, and he knows that Jiang Xuan has a real ability that far surpasses ordinary people. As for whether this real ability can win, he is not sure, but it is definitely not what it seems on the surface Weak without wind.

If Jiang Xuan wins, it's best. If he really loses, Fatty Zhu won't do anything to him if he has face. At that time, Wu Dacheng will naturally have a way to regain this face.

The so-called big brothers present were, after all, the older generation who started their careers by fighting and killing. They did not pay much attention to online information. They have never seen any challenges, otherwise this situation would not have happened today.

Fatty Zhu asked how to play, blocking the way of 'opportunity', but Jiang Xuan chuckled, "Brother Zhu, if I really hurt you, you are not allowed to take revenge on me, I am just a kindergarten principal , but I can’t stand your revenge, big brother.”

The tone was half-joking, but in terms of words, he still refused to give up half a step and was tit for tat.

Two more stable bosses frowned. Why is this young man so crazy, thinking that with the support of Wu Dacheng, he can say anything?Isn't this embarrassing Fatty Zhu face to face?

Same as Fatty Zhu, even the more mature and prudent people did not regard Jiang Xuan, a young man, as an equal to get along with. It is okay for Fatty Zhu to make fun of him. , almost 'committing chaos'.

Social status and status in the world determine that most of these people have such colored vision and prejudice.

Fatty Zhu's face sank slightly, and he said in displeasure, "Who do you take me for? Come on, come on, if you can hurt me today, I'll set up a wine list for you myself!"

"Then I won't be polite." Jiang Xuan nodded, took a step forward, and stood face to face with Fatty Zhu, "Brother Zhu, let's start."

"Come on." Fatty Zhu nodded nonchalantly. At this distance, there is nothing to play tricks on. It is entirely a personal skill. Based on experience and reaction, on these two points, don't talk about the young man in front of him. Those fighters who train in actual combat every day may not be stronger than him.

Before the words were finished, a low growl suddenly sounded in the huge private room, followed by Jiang Xuan and slammed into Fatty Zhu.

The same idea emerged in the minds of several people watching at the same time: I am looking for death!
Finding death is not the way to find it. What is Fatty Zhu's size, what is his weight, and what is your size and weight? Hit him?
Before their idea was fully formed, Jiang Xuan and Fatty Zhu collided fiercely, without the slightest pause or stalemate, Fatty Zhu's huge body flew straight out, and with a bang, the window in the box was knocked open. It hit a big hole and flew out.

Plop, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from downstairs, followed by the exclamation of pedestrians on the street.

"Wife, come and see, a pig fell from the sky..."

"I'm stupid, it's a person!"

"Oh my god, a person flew out from upstairs..."

The originally quiet street suddenly became lively, like a vegetable market.

In contrast, the box on the second floor, which was still lively just now, suddenly became quiet.

Everyone, including Wu Dacheng, who had confidence in Jiang Xuan before, maintained the posture of the previous second as if he had been immobilized. Tea, some people are adding food with chopsticks, some are smoking...

But everyone's eyes were fixed on Jiang Xuan, and they all had two common expressions: eyes wide open, mouth slightly open.

what's the situation?Fatty Zhu flew out?
A fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms was knocked out of the box by Jiang Xuan, a thin guy?
Even though they saw it with their own eyes, the people present still felt dazzled and couldn't believe that what happened in such a flash was real.

But the big hole in the big window on the wall, the bang that still echoed in the ear, and the broken glass all over the floor reminded everyone that the scene just now was definitely not an illusion, but a real It actually happened.

Someone suddenly thought of an old movie "The God of Cookery" that they had seen. How do you say a line in it?

Martial arts can make a fat pig-like person fly up, and scream like a pig while flying.

It seems to be very appropriate to the scene just now.

"Fuck! Old Zhu won't fall to his death!"

I don't know who yelled, but everyone finally came to their senses and rushed to the big hole in the window to look downstairs.

The box is on the second floor, and it's not too high. Looking down from the big hole, a group of people have gathered downstairs, forming a big circle. Fatty Zhu is sitting on the ground like a mountain of meat, panting heavily. gas.

It was also because of his luck, or in other words, Jiang Xuan saw the situation downstairs before he came. There was a pile of yellow sand from the building, and when Fatty Zhu fell, he just fell into the yellow sand and fell into a big hole.

If so, the fall from the second floor, coupled with Fatty Zhu's own weight and strong inertia, this time Fatty Zhu also fell hard, with sand all over his head and face, and blood-stained scratches all over his naked upper body. mark.

The sand used for construction is not as fine as sea sand. The coarse yellow sand is piled up in a big pile. If Fatty Zhu bumps into it, it will be almost the same as having been polished with sandpaper. Although it is a skin trauma, it looks Very scary.

"Old Zhu, are you okay?" Wu Dacheng called out with a smile.

"I..." Fatty Zhu looked up and wanted to say something, then shook his fat head, sighed, and got up tremblingly, "What are you looking at? Get out of the way!" Staring, he re-entered the hotel from the crowd.

After a while, he appeared in the box again.

This time, everyone looked at him differently from before. Some were amused, some were gloating. Who would have thought that this fat man would fall so hard.

He asked for this somersault, and he insisted on dragging others to compete. Doesn't this mean that he dug a big hole for himself?

I couldn't help but want to laugh, and all of my faces collapsed in pain.

"Old Zhu, hurry up and go to the hospital for a bandage to stop the bleeding." A guy didn't know whether it was out of kindness or on purpose, and he held back his smile and said, "Look at your body, it's the same as being covered with dozens of soil. Like a shot."

The description is quite accurate. Fatty Zhu is not only covered in blood and has a lot of skin worn out, there are also many large and small sand grains inlaid between the skin and flesh. He really looks like a wild dog beaten into a sieve by a soil gun in the countryside... Big fat pig.

"Xiao Jiang, brother Zhu is joking with you, you really mean it, you've struck hard." Wu Dacheng patted Jiang Xuan's shoulder and said half-seriously, half-jokingly.

After winning the fight, he gained face, and Wu Dacheng didn't want Jiang Xuan to be revenged by Fatty Zhu. The meaning of patting him was to hope that he would say a few words to Fatty Zhu to step down.

Jiang Xuan understood, chuckled, and was about to say something, but Fatty Zhu waved his hands, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at Jiang Xuan from the beginning to the end, and let out a hey.

"Brother, I'm convinced!" Fatty Zhu clasped his fists at Jiang Xuan full of Jiang Hu, and said, "Today is an eye-opener. The few words I said at the beginning are my farts. Brother, don't take it personally!"

The sedan chair was carried by everyone, if Fatty Zhu was really relentless, Jiang Xuan would not be afraid of him, but since he said so, Jiang Xuan would only be more polite, saying: "Brother Zhu, I am young, I just took advantage of you not paying attention. Don’t be angry with me for a cheap deal. Let’s go, I’ll accompany you to the town’s medical clinic to treat the wound.”

(End of this chapter)