Meiman: I raised a demon to rub the purple potato monster

The place where Lily made an appointment was a famous bar in Hell's Kitchen. It was famous because the owner of the bar was very tough, and no one dared to make trouble there. Of course, he was just tough. If you were tougher than him, you could still make trouble without causing trouble. responsible.

It is precisely because of this that many gangsters are willing to go to his place to play. At least it is safe. Fighting is not allowed around the bar unless you can defeat the boss.

Although he knows about it, he has never been there. The reason is naturally because he will never go out after ten o'clock. This is a good habit.

It was not allowed around the bar, but it was a long way from his house to the bar.

He is not afraid of those gangsters now, but for safety reasons, he still carries Tianmeng with him. She eats it wherever she goes, so she just needs to bring special dried fish.

Although Tianmeng wanted to go out for a walk, she was tortured half to death during the day and now she just wanted to sleep. The orange cat was still awake in the middle of the night.

"It would be nice if there was a spell to summon you. When I'm in danger, I can summon you directly without having to hold you so heavy."

Ige complained to her helplessly, Tianmeng really should lose weight. Nine of the ten orange cats were fat, and one was particularly fat. The particularly fat one was Tianmeng.

Tian Meng took out a small notebook in her heart and wrote it down for him. This was the 230th time that she said she was fat. When they fit together, she would definitely let him have a taste of what pain in the balls was.

Not long after he walked, he was blocked by two gangsters. They obviously saw him as a Chinese single walking on the road and wanted to grab some pocket money.

Only steal money, not your body.

Of course, if the resistance is strong, it is natural to ignore it and strike first.

"Hey man, do you want to come with us and have some fun?"

"Sorry, I'm not coming out. If you need it, you can go to the bar over there for some excitement."

He was pointing in the direction of this famous gay bar, but if they were skinny and frail like them, they would be thrown out if they went in.

When they saw that he was actually teasing themselves, they got angry and grabbed his clothes and hid in the alley. They had not thought of coming out before, so since Ige suggested it, it was not impossible for them to meet the request.

Being dragged into the alley by them, Iger was definitely not afraid, but rather a little excited.

The kung fu that I have been practicing for many years is finally coming to fruition. In fact, half of the previous fights were controlled by Tianmeng. He was actually just a tool. To put it more bluntly, if Tianmeng could not transform, he would not have merged with him at all.

It would be best to have someone to practice with him now. These two little gangsters are very weak, so they just want to practice one-on-one, but it's a pity that there are only two of them.

Just when he felt that he was not satisfied, three more people came over, as if they saw that Chinese people could easily arouse their desires.

"Hahaha, yellow-skinned boy, hurry up and pay for it. I'm going to go to Manon's place to buy some."

One of the black boys rubbed his hands and went to dig into Iger's pocket. As soon as he put his hand in, Iger grabbed his wrist and pushed it back hard. There was only a click, and his wrist dropped limply.

The black boy held his wrist and shouted back. He knew this was not a good move. The force of the blow just now was so powerful that he didn't even react.

Egg broke off his wrist and kicked the black guy in the vital part who was still holding on to his clothes.

Before he could let go, he turned into a Wu-Tang Clan and squatted down with difficulty, his face flushed red.

Iger shook his head. This was a conditioned reflex caused by sweet dreams.

Two people were knocked down, and the remaining three swarmed up, preparing to beat him in a group. There were so many people that they couldn't beat a Chinese man.

Although it is said that Chinese people are good at kongfu, we have not seen that Chinese people do it for so many years, and some of them are just mere showpieces.

Egg's left hand turned into a tiger claw, and he pointed it at the black boy on the left, tearing three holes in his clothes, scaring him so much that he backed away.

His right hand turned into a crane's beak and pecked the eyeball of the black boy on the right, causing him to scream in pain.

The one in the middle saw how miserable they were and hurriedly braked, but unfortunately he still didn't escape the critical attack and was directly kicked by the Wu-Tang Clan, and then was kicked into the wall.

The black boy on the left looked at his clothes, tore them angrily, and got into a boxing posture, preparing to have a good fight with Egg.

Egg's pick made a mistake just now. It should have hit his chin and made him unconscious. Instead, it hit his eyes.

So he decided not to use the tiger and crane double forms, but only to use the tiger fist to fight the enemy. Although the two in front of him were not very powerful, it was still beneficial to practice.

The black boy on the right rubbed his eyes and felt that it was not very painful, so he narrowed one eye and took a stance, preparing to deal with Egger together with the one on the left.

Egger assumed a tiger fist stance and waited for them to attack.

The two black boys looked at each other, stepped forward at the same time, and struck with their left and right fists at the same time, aiming at Iger's eyes.

Egger took one step back, raised his claws to meet him, and took it straight to his throat.

When the black boy saw him reaching out, he quickly retracted his outstretched arm, stepped back, and hit him on the temple with the other hand.

Egg lowered his body, lowered his claws, and then took the vital part.

For this kind of move, boxing practitioners have no good way to deal with it. They just fall into the move and become the new Wudang Clan.

"Bah, I thought it was so powerful, but I didn't expect to become the Wu-Tang Clan so quickly. It's bad, it's bad."

Egg looked at the Wu-Tang Clan who had fallen neatly on the ground and couldn't help but shake his head. He was not even interested in touching the corpses. He knew they were paupers at a glance.

Picking up the sweet dream that he had just thrown aside, Egger walked out of the alley and rushed to the bar.

As soon as he walked to the door of the bar, he saw Lily in kimono standing at the door waiting for him.

He suddenly realized that it was no wonder that what she said sounded so familiar, but he also felt that something was wrong.

What she spoke was not a dialect, but Japanese. She was so careless that after watching so many videos of teachers, she actually forgot their mother tongue.

He must not read subtitles when watching movies in the future. Of course, he had never seen one in his life and swore to the lamp.

"Mr. Li, I thought you wouldn't come."

Lily enthusiastically stepped forward and took his hand, then led him towards the bar.

The bar was full of people, but it wasn't very lively. It was more like a bar where people sang and drank, rather than a rock bar where the whole thing was rock.

"Please sit down, Mr. Li, and have something to drink."

"Have a glass of lemonade. Miss Lily invited me here. What's the matter? If it's a sweet dream, I'm sorry. I won't sell it."

Lily ordered a Bloody Mary, and then said with a smile: "Sweet Dream is Mr. Li's relative, how could I take away what others like."

"I asked you to come out this time because I was entrusted by a lady to make a deal with Mr. Li. After all, we are all from Kunlun, so we need a lot of help from each other."