Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

A group of people wearing flowery shirts poured into the bar.

There were about twenty of them in total, carrying steel pipes or baseball bats in their hands. They all looked fierce and scary.

The little gangster who was injured just now had a piece of gauze wrapped on his head. He stood next to the flowered shirt, pointed at Mashan and said, "That's him!"

Hua Shirt looked at Ma Shan and said with a smile: "I heard you are very cool!"

"You're right, I'm very cool!" Ma Shan said with a smile, leaning on the bar.

It was obviously the first time for Hua Shirt to hear such an answer, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, losing his momentum.

"You know-it-all thing, do you know who this is?" The gangster with his head wrapped in gauze said on behalf of his master.

"Who he is is none of my business!" Ma Shan said with disdain.

"Looking for death!" With the support of the flowered shirt, Bai Gaubu became more courageous than before. He waved his hand and said, "Fuck him! Destroy him!"

A group of gangsters rushed up.

Ma Shan sneered, picked up a cloth for cleaning wine bottles, wrapped it around his hand a few times, jumped over the bar, and kicked away the person rushing in front of him.

Then he grabbed a steel pipe and rushed into the crowd.

When it comes to fighting, Ma Shan has never been afraid since he was so big.

In fact, he was very close to the floral shirt and white gauze. If it were before, he would have knocked these two people down first. This is called capturing the thief and capturing the king.

But after practicing kung fu for so many days in Wutongju, Ma Shan also wanted to test the effect.

A steel pipe flew up and down, blood spattered, and the person was either beaten to a bloody head or had his limbs broken.

This group of gangsters were no match for Ma Shan, who had learned authentic ancient martial arts. Not long after, all the twenty or so people were beaten to the ground, lying on the ground wailing.

Mashan stretched his arms. If he had knocked down so many people with a stick, his muscles would have become sore and his hands would have trembled.

But at this moment, not only were my hands not shaking and my arms not sore, but there was also a surge of warmth flowing in my body, as if I still had inexhaustible strength.

This is so angry!

Mashan was happy in his heart and looked at the floral shirt and white gauze with a smile.

The white gauze was already frightened and trembling.

The flowered shirt looked like he had seen the world. Although his face was ugly, he was still calm in the face of danger. Looking at Mashan, he said:

"It turns out that you are so good at fighting, no wonder you are confident! Brother, this is outdated. These days, you can't get ahead just by fighting. Follow me from now on. Women, money, whatever you want, I can do it. for you."

"Follow you?"

Ma Shan sneered and suddenly kicked the floral shirt in the stomach.

"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to let me follow you!"

The flowered shirt flew backwards, hit the wall with a bang, and fell to the ground again. He groaned in pain and was speechless.

Now there was only a piece of white gauze left in front of Mashan.

Mashan picked up the stick and hit Bai Gauze's head with it.

The white gauze that had just been wrapped turned red, and blood could not stop seeping out.

The white gauze swayed twice and fell to the ground.

Mashan dragged his stick and walked to Hua Shirt, looked down at him, and asked, "Do you accept it?"

Hua Shirt looked up at Mashan and said feebly: "Do you know who I am? I am..."

"It's you who is paralyzed!"

Ma Shan kicked Hua Shirt again in the stomach.

"I'll ask you if you accept it or not?"

Flower Shirt seemed to want to reveal his identity to stop Ma Shan's crazy behavior, "I am Song..."

"Send you paralyzed!"

Mashan kicked again and added a stick.

"I'm just asking you if you accept it?"

The flower shirt couldn't bear the pain, so he finally nodded and said, "I'm convinced! I'm convinced!"

Ma Shan punched again: "Do you still dare to come here to cause trouble in the future?"

"I don't dare! I don't dare anymore!" Hua Shirt said.

"Remember, I can kill you at any time." Ma Shan sneered, "If you dare to make trouble here again, I will kill you! Get out!"

Hua Shirt and his men rolled and crawled away in confusion.

Looking at the mess in the bar, Ma Shan said apologetically to Zhang Yanyan, "I'm sorry for messing up your place."

"It's nothing." Zhang Yanyan showed a trace of worry on her face, "But if you are no longer in my store in the future, what will happen if they come back to take revenge?"

Mashan said: "It is precisely because I am not in your shop that they dare not come to retaliate. Because as long as I am alive, I can retaliate against them at any time. So if they are smart enough, they will either ask the Master to come again today, or they will not coming."

"Thank you, Mashan." Zhang Yanyan looked at Mashan, "It would be great if you could have one in my store."

This almost explicit confession caught Mashan off guard.

He smiled and said, "Hecheng is not far away. If you need anything, just call me and I will definitely come."

Zhang Yanyan lowered her head and sighed softly: "I know that some things can never go back. Mashan, will we be friends in the future?"

Mashan said: "Of course, we will always be friends."

Zhang Yanyan smiled and said, "Thank you." She turned around and went to clean up the messy bar.

At this moment, a siren sounded outside the door.

A police car stopped at the door and two policemen got out.

The policeman walked in and showed his ID: "Who is Mashan?"

Mashan said: "I am."

"Someone reported that you committed an armed attack and injured someone. Now please come back with us and accept the investigation."

The police showed a pair of cold handcuffs.

……

Li Muchen walked in front, and Monk Hua followed slowly behind.

Li Muchen stopped, and so did Hua Monk.

Li Muchen couldn't help but feel angry and funny. This flower monk could be considered a weirdo.

He deliberately teased Monk Hua, so he quickened his pace and walked in the night.

Monk Hua's Qinggong was good, but it was far behind compared to Li Muchen.

If Li Muchen wanted to get rid of him, he could completely make him invisible.

Li Muchen wanted to see Monk Hua's limit, so he controlled the speed. When the flower monk is close, he speeds up; when the flower monk is far away, he slows down.

When he arrived at the Vanilla Bar, Monk Hua was already out of breath from exhaustion.

The Vanilla Bar was a mess and only one waiter was there to clean it up.

Li Muchen immediately realized something was wrong.

I called Mashan's number again, but still couldn't get through.

He asked the waiter and found out what happened.

Li Muchen turned around and went to the police station.

The flower monk at the door suddenly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute."

Li Muchen was stunned and didn't understand what he was going to do.

Monk Hua walked in and asked the waiter: "How many people did the police take away?"

The waiter said: "Just the boss lady and his friends."

"Where are the others?" Monk Hua asked again.

"The band members have gone back to school, and the other two waiters have also left. I saw that this place is in a mess, and thinking that the landlady is usually nice to us, I stayed to clean it up." The waiter said.

Monk Hua frowned and said, "That's not right. In the event of a fight or injury, the police will not take away just two people. You are all witnesses. At least they will make a record for you."

Li Muchen instantly understood that these two policemen were probably fake.

In this regard, his experience is indeed not as rich as that of Hua Monk from Lao Jianghu.

"I'll make a call."

As he spoke, Monk Hua took out his cell phone and dialed a number. He didn't say anything, only the address.

After a while, a car came speeding by.

A man got out of the car with tattoos on his arms and neck.

He trotted over and said to Monk Hua in an almost flattering manner: "Master Hua, why are you here?"

Monk Hua raised his hand and slapped him.

"Wang Chao, isn't this street your territory? Why did my friend's shop become like this?"