Druid in Marvel

Alvin looked at the situation in front of him distressedly. He was really out of breath. A piece of rag was wielded by him like a nunchaku, even against the old blind man's one-meter-long guiding stick.

This kid laughed heartily while fighting. It seemed that he had been seeking defeat for a long time. He was very happy to meet a well-matched opponent.

After hearing the noise, Fox and Jessica took Nick and Ginny downstairs. Nick and Ginny were lying on the bar in excitement, waving their fists to cheer up. He didn't care at all that his father's restaurant was turned into a garbage dump.

Alvin angrily slapped the two little ones on the buttocks and blocked them behind with his body to prevent them from being hit by something flying over. Nick and Ginny poked their heads out from under Alvin's arm in annoyance, shouting "Get out of breath, master, master" without stopping.

Fox leaned towards Alvin with some surprise and said in surprise: "You often do this here. I always think the people here are very friendly."

Alvin glanced at the old blind man dissatisfied and said in a deep voice: "Most people are good, but I'm afraid of meeting some idiots who feel particularly good about themselves. You know I can't control my desire to complain about them, so"

Matt smiled bitterly. He had the urge to complain about his teacher, and at the same time he was also a little dissatisfied with Alvin's vicious tongue. After listening for a while, I finally couldn't help but want to help my teacher.

I didn't expect that the new waiter at the Peace Hotel could be so good at fighting. Matt wanted to end this farce as soon as possible. After all, the teacher he had just met taught him a lot. He made his ears sensitive, powerful and controllable. This solved my troubles for more than ten years, and the teacher is not a bad person. I can't watch my teacher suffer.

As a result, Matt was about to jump off the barstool when a big hand pressed on his shoulder.

The mature cook wore an apron and a chef's hat, and said with a simple smile: "One-on-one is the tradition of Hell's Kitchen, Matt, don't break the rules."

Matt was impatient and wanted to break free from Lao Cheng's arm. He felt that today's Peace Hotel was very unfriendly, which made him uncomfortable.

His shoulders moved but he didn't break free. Matt looked at the honest and honest man in surprise. He never expected that this honest-looking cook was surprisingly strong. Although I just struggled casually, it was definitely not something that ordinary people could control.

Lao Cheng's big hand on his shoulder clamped him tightly like a heated vise.

Alvin also looked at Lao Cheng with some surprise. This greasy middle-aged man who always stole his own wolfberry to make tea, his fat face now looked bold.

Alvin never imagined that this always kind-hearted Lao Cheng could be so powerful. He knew that Lao Cheng used to be a thug in a Chinese gang. After getting married and having children, he retired and moved to Hell's Kitchen to make a living by selling breakfast. When someone bullied me, I just laughed and didn't get angry.

Why are you willing to stand up for Shang Qi today? You are so powerful. How can your son Jiawen be so timid?

"Lao Cheng, what did you say your name was before?" Alvin asked in surprise.

Lao Cheng grinned and smiled honestly, and said: "My name is Cheng Kun, but I am not the "Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand" Cheng Kun. Shang Qi wants to be a Jianghu man. I, an old uncle, cannot let him suffer."

Alvin doesn't understand the old brain circuit. His nephew wants to be a charlatan, so you can't let him suffer. Your son is an ordinary person, so you can make him suffer. What the hell is this?

Seemingly understanding Alvin's doubts, Lao Cheng said with a smile: "Jiawen will be a college student in the future, he will find a good job and live a happy life. I don't want him to get involved in these things.

Shang Qi is different. He wants to be a charlatan. I am his uncle. I have to be responsible for him and cannot watch him suffer."

Alvin, who is also a father, instantly understood Lao Cheng's thoughts. He thought that his son would be an ordinary person in the future, and he would suffer a lot without going into troubled waters.

It's different for Shang Qi, who wants to get into the world of martial arts. As long as he, the old uncle, is watching, he can't be allowed to suffer in terms of rules.

This may also be a problem of the Chinese people. Just like taking the children of relatives out, they are generally much more relaxed with the children of relatives than with their own sons.

Alvin chatted with Lao Cheng for a while, and the exasperated master on the other end shouted "Shangqi" boldly: "Let him come together, I can deal with them, hahahaha."

Alvin was speechless at this kind of two hundred and fifty, but in the end he was very mature but appreciated it. He laughed loudly, really let go of Matt, and said softly, "Please do it."

How could Matt have the nerve to help at this time? Doesn’t that make him and the teacher both bad?

Seeing that Matt didn't move, the big master "Shang Qi" was a little disappointed. Hitting one blind man wouldn't show his power. It would be better to hit two blind people. But in the end, Matt didn't come.

The disappointed Shangqi yelled, threw away the rag in his hand, and brought strong wind pressure with his fists, trying to quickly deal with the old blind man in front of him.

I had always thought that this old blind man was a master. It was really enjoyable to watch him attack his boss and rush to fight with him when he saw the hunter's heart. After leaving China, there were very few opportunities like this.

My old uncle refused to fight with me no matter what. The gangsters in Hell's Kitchen were too impatient and made me hold back for a long time.

The boss doesn't look like an enemy when chatting with that Matt, but if this old blind man dares to attack the boss, he must be taught a lesson to make him understand the rules of the Peace Hotel.

Shangqi suddenly accelerated his rhythm, and the strong wind pressure from his fists actually caused thunder, and the "rumbling" momentum was majestic.

Gunsou, a martial artist who relied on sound to fight, had his senses greatly affected, and he was about to fail due to his clumsiness.

Shangqi had no intention of hurting anyone. He found an opportunity to punch and broke Gunsou's guiding stick. He grabbed Gunsou's collar, laughed boldly, and shouted in Chinese: "Get out."

The adult, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, was thrown out of the door from a distance of more than ten meters like trash being thrown out of anger.

Gunsou tried hard to adjust his posture in the air, hoping to land decently, but he didn't know what skill he used when he was out of breath. As soon as Gunsou's feet landed on the ground, his whole body suddenly fell backwards and rolled. lock up.

Stickman stood up from the ground in embarrassment. Alvin thought that he was going to come over to fight in anger, but the old blind man actually straightened his clothes, bowed in the direction of his anger, and said gracefully: "Thank you for your advice."

This action caught Shangqi a little off guard, and he hurriedly made a fist-cup salute and said, "Concession" Kung Fu masters can't lose their grace even if they win or lose, right?

Matt couldn't sit still anymore and walked out of the restaurant with a wry smile. When he passed by Qiu Qian, he said softly, "We'll see you on the street when we have the chance. I'm looking forward to it."

A few of the kids were going crazy at this moment, and Shang-Chi's performance seemed to them to be superhuman. Shang-Chi's gorgeous fighting style is completely different from Alvin's ruffian-like fighting style.

That gorgeous fighting style is so amazing. Not only are the movements beautiful, but the fists can also make thunderous sounds. This is incredible. Chinese Kung Fu is really amazing.

Alvin ignored Matt, but looked at Lao Cheng and said, "This kid Shang Qi is so powerful. How come his gangster dad was caught and shot? The Chinese police are so powerful?"

Lao Cheng was a little bitter and said wistfully: "It's hard to describe the gangs in China."

Steve and Frank, who heard the noise and rushed over to watch the excitement, listened to Lao Cheng's words. One of them wrapped his head in gauze, and the other held up his messy nose. They looked at each other and said: "The police in China are so powerful. Is he Superman?"

Alvin thought with lingering fear that he had applied for Chinese status when he first came here, and wanted to return to China to see if he could live a better life in China. Fortunately, it seemed that he had not succeeded.

It would be a big joke if this was a time-traveler who finally immigrated back to his country and was shot for breaking the law.

Many of the things he is doing now are illegal.