"Black Household" Across Time and Space

32 Black household playing drunken fist

It is not the turn of the dispatching teacher to intervene in this matter, and the full-time thugs who consciously retreat and have their own torrents take care of it.Shang Junrong joined Aldrich not long ago, and the grassroots basically didn't know the master of the crowd, they only thought he was drunk to make trouble, and two came up to clear the field.

[Boy, are you here to make trouble? Don’t even look at this place! 】

Shang Junrong got up when he heard the words, his body still swayed uncontrollably, and he half-raised his eyes and said, "Didn't you see it all, and you still ask why you know it!" 】

Mr. Thug was provoked, so he naturally became angry and prepared to go to war.Seeing the young man stumbling, leaning forward and backward in a drunken state, he thought that the other party was quite drunk, but once he made a move, it would be too late to regret it.

The slugger grabbed the boy's right wrist with one hand, and the boy's sluggish movements suddenly became swift and violent.Shang Junrong stepped up with his left foot to the right side of his body, bent his elbow back to bring his right arm back, and at the same time pressed the back of the opponent's hand with his left hand, then put his arms together to draw a circle to tie his shoulders around his waist, and cut the Waiguan point on the opponent's right hand with his right palm, and finally Push both hands down and to the left.The pained thug's eyebrows and eyes were pulled together, but he couldn't move an inch.

[This is called gold silk wrapping around the wrist! 】

Shang Junrong swayed around while talking, clearly still not awake, and even the thugs swayed from side to side, tears of pain came out.I just can't figure out why the whole person can't move after only one wrist is restrained?

Beater B couldn't stand it anymore, thinking that A was not doing his best, so he kicked the young man's knee from behind Shang Junrong, intending to hit the opponent's head with his right fist.Shang Junrong took advantage of the momentum of the kick, slid forward and bent forward, put his hands on the ground, followed the posture, kicked the opponent's chest and abdomen, and kicked the person off the booth.

Beater B unfortunately knocked over a table of people, which caused a small fluctuation.The reason why it hasn't resonated is mainly because the VIPs who haven't suffered from the disaster have watched too many passionate dramas, and changing their taste occasionally is good for their body and mind, so they are willing to watch this accident as a farce.

Besides, the teenagers on stage are really interesting.

Long black hair, fit body, soft and handsome facial features, just the boy's appearance is enough to arouse the sexual interest of the same-minded people present.What's more, the two hands that the young man showed just now seemed to be intentional or unintentional.Besieged by two professional thugs, and in a state of drunkenness, he was obviously in a weak position, but he took advantage of the situation and turned things around in the blink of an eye.It is said that the young man possesses unique skills, but it does not look like him in three steps; it is said that he has no strength to restrain a chicken, and the two people who fell one after another prove that this is not accidental.

Face plus connotation equals sex plus interest.

Foreigners can't understand Shang Junrong's moves because they don't understand oriental culture.Chinese kung fu is as broad and profound as his culture. When sober, there are sober styles of play, and when drunk, there are drunken styles of play.

Whether it is Li Taibai's Drunken Sword or Fu Qingzhu's Drunken Fist, they can be said to be a wonderful flower in the Chinese martial arts world.Pay attention to the body without being drunk, the body without being drunk, the body and the mind are not drunk, the hidden rules are in the drunken form, and the murderous intent is in the fall.Every move is a kind of physical art, and it is rich in practical skills.

Drunken Fist, also known as the Drunken Eight Immortals, originated from ancient Chinese folk myths and legends, from Li Taibai's Enlightenment Sword to Fu Qingzhu's Chuangquan.If Shang Junrong was still living in that era, it could be said that he would never have the chance to see it in his whole life. Fortunately, he wore it, so he had the opportunity to realize Zen in film and television works.

While living in Jason’s home, by chance, I saw a Chinese kung fu movie on TV. Expert meets expert. Shang Junrong didn’t like it at first glance, especially Tai Chi and Zuiquan, which had not appeared in his era.So following the film, half-Zen and half-enlightened self-taught, although not yet reached the peak level, but also learned a lot.

While everyone was waiting for the next chapter with great interest, the table that was hit by beater B couldn't stand it any longer. The people at the table were all famous people. It would be a shame to swallow a joke after being read by others.So servant A stood up to save face for his master, and challenged the young man on the stage.

[Stinky boy, don't die, don't look at who is sitting here, dare to kick! 】

Shang Junrong was depressed and troubled before, and used alcohol to relieve his worries, but after witnessing this kind of nasty behavior, he became even more resentful.The drunkenness came up and played two games, and I was in a good mood. It was rare to see the indifference and reservation in the weekdays.

With drunken eyes and hazy eyes, he walks in waves and gets down from the stage.He walked up to servant A, looked around, and finally sneered: [Just...you! 】

[It's not me, it's our young master! 】

As a servant of a powerful family, he was naturally unwilling to be despised by others, so he moved out of his master.The young master of his family is Neo Temple, the second son of the patriarch of the Battarella family, the second largest mafia family in the United States after Aldrich.Shang Junrong followed his gaze, and saw a man surrounded by stars like a moon. He didn't think it was funny. What's so good about a young master who is protected by many layers?

Seeing Shang Junrong looking at him, the man called Young Master, with hazy eyes and an intoxicating expression, couldn't help being aroused.Walking over, he scanned the young man's whole body erotically, his eyes fell on Shang Junrong's coquettish collarbone half exposed under his slightly opened collar, his Adam's apple slipped, and he boldly raised his delicate jaw.

[Don't you think your behavior just now was too disappointing?If...] Rubbing the young man's chin with his fingers: 【You can make me happy, I can stop pursuing your disrespectful behavior to me just now, young master! 】

The young man was full of energy and blood, and Tan Burl didn't look much older than Shang Junrong. The reason why he was able to go in and out of this kind of occasion was entirely dependent on his father's power in the underworld.

【oh?What does it mean to have fun? 】

Shang Junrong is drunk, and only when he is drunk will he condone the other party's rude behavior towards him.

[It's very simple, lie down consciously, spread your legs and let the young master ride for a while! 】

【Hahaha……】

Shang Junrong laughed like he heard the funniest joke in the world. Normally, he would not tolerate the other party's insults to him, but when he is drunk, everything can be postponed.

【why are you laughing? 】

Temple was a little annoyed to be ridiculed so rudely.

【Heh, I laugh at you... Idiots talking about dreams! 】

After speaking, he clasped Temple's unruly right hand, turned his body to the left, and took a step back with his left foot. At the same time, he grabbed the opponent's right ankle with his right hand and flipped it over.After riding on Temple's body, press down with his left hand, and lift his right hand back to the upper right, completely controlling the opponent's body in a dead corner, unable to move.

[This is called a drunkard riding a donkey, don't you want to ride?I let you get what you want! 】

The young man's movements are done in one go, unexpected, fast, accurate and ruthless. During this period, he didn't feel drunk at all, and he didn't appear drunk until the movements were completed.Before Temple could realize it, he was already under the control of the young man, humiliated by the same person one after another in the hall, and angrily shouted at the bunch of subordinates he brought: [A bunch of trash, why are you still standing there? ! 】

It wasn't that they were in a daze, but that the incident happened suddenly and they were caught off guard by the young man.At this time, someone was the first to react, and wanted to hug the boy from behind, but was grabbed by the wrist.Shang Junrong suddenly raised his chest, tilted his head back and hit the opponent's face, and encircled the knee sockets of his legs with his hands from both sides, and pulled them upwards vigorously. The buttocks crush the opponent's lower abdomen.

[This is called swinging willows in the wind! 】

Someone made a meat pad, and Shang Junrong didn't feel any pain or itching. He lay on his side comfortably on the human meat pad. The poor man who was crushed was about to vomit blood.

At this time, someone took the opportunity to step on the boy's right hip. Shang Junrong turned his upper body to the right, grasped the ankle of his right leg with his right hand, swung his right leg out and kicked the socket of the opponent's right leg with his knee, and hooked his left leg with his left leg. Sweep to the left, and use the force of the body to turn right with both legs to wrap the opponent down to the ground.

[This is called gold wire scissors. 】

After several times of crushing, the person who was crushed under him before could not be relieved, and his injuries were even worse. Now he only had to vent his anger.

While lying on his side, Shang Junrong picked up the brandy beside him that had been knocked to the ground, smashed open the bottle against the ground, and drank heavily while lying on his back.Let the wine splash the skirt, only feel carefree dripping.

Someone took advantage of his carelessness and punched the young man in the face. Shang Jun seemed to have no intention of doing so, but at the critical moment, he pushed sideways to support the ground with one hand. With the power of the rebound, he retracted his abdomen and raised his legs to roll back, and hit the opponent's chest with his toes. .Tanzhong is the Achilles' heel of the human body, Shang Junrong grasped the strength, although he did not die, it also caused the opponent's blood to surge, making him unable to fight anymore.

【This is called...】

Before Shang Junrong could report his moves, he was attacked head-on again, he dodged short, took advantage of the situation with a side kick, and was hugged.Then someone attacked from the side, Shang Junrong fell to the right side of the body, and pressed the person under him. At the same time, he put his free right leg through behind the legs of the person holding the legs, and his upper body violently Twist to the left and turn over so that the left leg is turned back and the right leg is swept forward to cut the opponent down.

[Really, I'm impatient...] Shang Junrong lay on the other person's side, supported his head in one hand, and took a half-drunk brandy in the other, gulped two more gulps into his mouth, hiccupped and continued:【 This is called, He Xiangu's eyes are hazy when she is drunk, and she is lying on her gums! 】

Shang Junrong punched down half a set of drunken fists, opened and closed, heaved and retracted, his shape and posture were swaying and varied, but his momentum was as overwhelming as mountains and seas, as crazy as peaks.The guests who watched were dazzled, and their thoughts were still endless.The poor client, Temple, lost all face, and finally thought of drawing a gun in a fit of desperation, to avenge his shame.

When Temple aimed at Shang Junrong, who was drunk on the ground, and was about to pull the trigger, he was suddenly stopped by someone loudly.Hearing the reputation, the person who came was actually the owner of the torrent, Garcia, the emperor of the dark night, and Garcia was still following Suter.

【Who did I say? It turned out to be Mr. Temple from the Batarella family. Why are you so angry?You must know that getting angry is not conducive to physical and mental health.Come on, calm down, and speak slowly if you have something to say. 】

Garcia asked the question knowingly. After receiving Suter's urgent report, he rushed over immediately. From Shang Junrong being molested to the drunken sweep of Qianjun just now, he saw everything in his eyes, and he didn't stop it all the time. Because he was attracted by the rare drunken fist of the young man, he couldn't help but stop and watch.It wasn't until Shang Junrong's life was substantially threatened that he came forward to mediate in time.

【Humph. 】

Temple put down his gun, his attitude was still tough: [I really want to ask, is this how you entertain VIPs? 】

【Don't you think life is too monotonous and lacks a little freshness and excitement? 】

[This is what you call stimulation? 】

【Is not it?The mysterious and high-strength Chinese Kungfu is rare, but you are fortunate to have a direct confrontation with it and experience it personally. Not everyone has this opportunity.It's too late for others to envy, how could Mr. Temple find it boring and boring! 】

He seemed to accept what he said with joy, he was beaten for no reason, and after being ridiculed, he had to thank God for giving him an extraordinary life experience.

【Humph. 】

Temple glanced at the young man who was still lying on his side on the human flesh mat. He was still drunk and coquettish. He was angry and ruthless in his heart. He wished he could swallow people alive and tear them apart, otherwise today's humiliation would not be over.He thought he had never seen this young man before, and thought that Garcia had introduced it recently, and it was no different from those pets on the stage. Sooner or later, he was going to be played with by others, so he might as well take the opportunity to get it, and let him vent his hatred in the future.

[Since I am a VIP of the rapids, the rapids are obliged to let me have fun, right? 】

Garcia rolled his eyes and didn't speak. In theory, he defaulted, waiting for the other party's next words.

[Let me not care about it. ] Temple pointed to Shang Junrong and said straightforwardly: 【Give him to me, I, Temple, am not a greedy person.You make an offer, and I'll give you whatever you want. 】

Garcia narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said in a deep voice: 【I'm afraid you can't afford it. 】

[Joke, the second young master of my dignified Batarella family hasn't come across anything I can't buy. 】

Garcia didn't answer his words, but asked Suter to take Shang Junrong back to his room to rest first.Seeing that the person had left, he turned around. At this time, the usual smile was no longer on his face, and he felt full of chills. He looked at Temple and said coldly: 【I am a member of the Night Emperor, who can afford it! 】

Who would dare to buy someone who translates to Garcia?Nor did he measure how thick his skull was.

The author has something to say: Drunken Fist in the article refers to Shaolin Drunken Fist

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