Boss, I was wrong!

The direction and position are determined.

Huang Xiaomu caught his fist with his palm and pushed back hard. Brother Wen didn't expect the opponent's strength to be so strong and was pushed directly to the tree by Huang Xiaomu. Huang Xiaomu directly imprisoned the opponent in the tree with his hands There seems to be some ambiguity between him and his body.

But the atmosphere between the two was definitely not that harmonious. Brother Wen stretched out his hand and was about to grab Huang Xiaomu's shoulder, but Huang Xiaomu was faster than him and slapped him directly, which was very relieved.

Brother Wen's cheeks instantly swelled up like a pig's head. There is a saying on the road, you don't slap someone in the face, even if you stab someone into a hornet's nest with a knife, try not to slap your face. Face.

But Huang Xiaomu's style of play has no rules at all. In his world, it is simple, rough, practical and effective. Where does he play?As long as you knock people down, you win.

However, Brother Wen has been around for so many years, but he has never been slapped in the face like this, especially in front of a group of younger brothers, his anger value began to rise, and then he stretched out his feet and kicked Huang Xiaomu's abdomen fiercely. Xiaomu couldn't dodge in time and was kicked to the ground.

He held his stomach and felt that his intestines were about to shatter: "...Brother Wen, are you angry?"

There was no smile on Brother Wen's face, his knife-sharpened cheeks looked cold at this moment, and he answered Huang Xiaomu's words in silence.

Huang Xiaomu looked at the other party walking like himself like a Rakshasa, and suddenly felt that some game settings are simply too scientific. Only when the boss is beaten with only a few drops of blood left, he will suddenly be furious and use a big move to kill everyone. It's just too hurtful!

Although Huang Xiaomu felt hurt, his mouth was not soft. He stood up reluctantly and irritated the other party with words: "But there is nothing you can do if you are angry, just like an angry bird. No matter how angry it is, it is just a bird. Are you right?" Bar?"

At this moment, Huang Xiaomu's eyes had turned blood red, and the blood beads hanging on his face looked a bit coquettish.

"You're trying to die." Brother Wen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly. He looked at Huang Xiaomu like a venomous cobra, which made people tremble all over.

But Huang Xiaomu just looked at him coldly as if he didn't care about all of this.

"Do you know what I used to do?" Brother Wen suddenly licked the corner of his mouth and said, a chill flashed in his eyes when he asked this, which made people shudder.

"Pimp." Huang Xiaomu said concisely.

So the extremely tense and exciting atmosphere created with great difficulty was ruined by the words Huang Xiaomu.

Brother Wen's mouth twitched: "Can't you guess something more reliable?"

Huang Xiaomu shrugged his shoulders: "You said that you let me guess. Naturally, your thinking should diverge."

The fat version of Baogong was about to explode when he saw the two of them start chatting with each other, "I'm sorry, big brother, are you still fighting?"

Brother Wen lit a cigarette and said to him expressionlessly: "Take a break at halftime, don't be in a hurry..."

Then he took a leisurely look at Huang Xiaomu: "Do you want one?"

"Smoking is harmful to your health." Huang Xiaomu shook his head.

"A man without cigarettes and alcohol is like without a woman. Life is very tiring." Brother Wen suddenly spit out.

"Really? I don't even have a woman, and I never have." Huang Xiaomu looked at the other party innocently.

Brother Wen was a little speechless and had to bring the topic back: "Then I just said, do you know what I was doing before?"

"This line has already been said, next line." Huang Xiaomu raised his chin.

"Well, the next sentence." Brother Wen nodded obediently: "The next sentence is that I actually fight black boxing. I haven't lost a single game in 83 fights."

Because gangs are rampant in city a, there are also many gambling games, betting on gangsters.Boxing is a very profitable business method for various underground venues, and in order to watch the game, boxers are also special talents from various countries.Forcing everyone, these people are like desperadoes, their heads are tied to their belts every game, because they signed an agreement with the organizer before the game, even if they are killed in the game, it has nothing to do with anyone, Although it is said that this kind of agreement cannot be brought to the legal table, no one will go to the court to complain, so the death rate of this kind of boxer is very high, and almost every time this kind of match will kill several people.

But Brother Wen is a lucky one, just like Shi Mengfan never loses even if he never pays a thousand dollars in gambling games in the casino, Brother Wen is a god-level figure in the underground black boxing world.

"Really?" Huang Xiaomu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled cheerfully, like a child who suddenly got his favorite toy: "Since this is the case, it doesn't seem ashamed to die by your hands, so I can rest assured. "

Brother Wen's mouth twitched: "People of your age should have higher aspirations."

Huang Xiaomu clasped his fists in a very respectful manner and then glanced at Brother Wen: "I hope I don't die."

Brother Wen: "..."

Finally, the fat version of Baogong couldn't bear the whining of the two of them. He walked up to Brother Wen and said, "Brother Wen can't say good things out of his mouth. Hurry up and clean him up, or he will piss you off later."

094 please take me

Finally, the fat version of Baogong couldn't bear the whining of the two of them. He walked up to Brother Wen and said, "Brother Wen can't say good things out of his mouth. Hurry up and clean him up, or he will piss you off later."

Brother Wen raised his eyebrows: "I think he's quite interesting, and it's nice to talk to him when he's so boring these days."

"Grass, Brother Wen, do you know what the longest distance in the world is?" Huang Xiaomu asked in pain when he heard his words.

"You stand in front of me, but I don't know that you love me? Is that right?" Brother Wen bared his teeth and said in a very sad and artistic way, don't underestimate him, he was also a freshman in literature and art back then.

"No, Brother Wen, you're thinking too much." Huang Xiaomu shook his head twitchingly at the corner of his mouth and then said with some resentment: "The furthest distance in the world is when I treat you as an opponent, but you use me to amuse yourself! You can't kill me! Let's stop talking nonsense and talk about it!"

After saying this, Huang Xiaomu rushed towards Brother Wen suddenly, and hit his left shoulder with a fist, Brother Wen turned slightly to avoid it, and then Brother Wen's hand pressed Huang Xiaomu's shoulder hard Press down.

Huang Xiaomu squatted down along his hand, then stretched out his legs and kicked directly at the opponent's bone.

The frontal bone is a relatively fragile part of human beings, and it hurts a lot if it is injured, so Brother Wen frowned and immediately let go of Huang Xiaomu's shoulder.

As soon as Huang Xiaomu was free, he raised his leg and hit Brother Wen's shoulder hard, causing Brother Wen to half-kneel on the ground in an instant.

Huang Xiaomu smiled contemptuously: "Are you convinced?"

Brother Wen raised his head with a smile and spit out three words: "What do you think?"

The corner of Huang Xiaomu's mouth was still smiling, but there was a trace of self-mockery and helplessness in that smile: "I guess you are not convinced."

"The answer is correct, can you tell me your thinking about solving the problem?" Brother Wen looked at him with a smile. Although the lines of his half-closed eyes were smooth, they made people shudder like ice-cold snakes.

"This question is very simple." Huang Xiaomu shrugged his shoulders: "Because you didn't try your best, otherwise I might end up here."

There are many people who will become very arrogant after their force value reaches a certain height, thinking that they are already invincible all over the world, but the most indispensable thing on this earth is people. There are all of them, so Huang Xiaomu firmly believes that there are really many martial arts masters in this world, but he can't get in touch with them at his level.

Although Huang Xiaomu has supernatural power, it is equivalent to having a shortcut to success, but a shortcut is just a shortcut, even if it is a shortcut, you still need to walk a long way instead of standing on the top of the mountain of success, so Huang Xiaomu knows his own His skills are not very good. In actual combat, he is far behind. Generally, in the duel of masters, he only clicks until the end, but it doesn't take much brute force to be fatal with such a light touch.

Of course, brother Wen is not a master, but he has a lot of tricks to kill people, that kind of black.Boxing matches are the best way to exercise people's IQ, because there has always been a fight to the death in the ring if you don't pay attention, so since Brother Wen has no record of losing, he must be very good.Forced, at least if he wanted to kill Huang Xiaomu, Huang Xiaomu wouldn't live long.

Huang Xiaomu knew this very well, so he felt that Brother Wen didn't really want to fight with him.

"You discovered all of this, you know too much!" Brother Wen said in a tone that seemed to be praising Huang Xiaomu.

"I'm telling the truth." Huang Xiaomu said blankly and then asked again: "Why don't you want to fight with me? Look down on me?"

Looking at Huang Xiaomu's childish cheeks, Brother Wen suddenly smiled inexplicably: "You're still too young..."

"Don't say you're afraid of violating the "Law on the Protection of Minors" and getting into a lawsuit by mutilating minors." Huang Xiaomu said with a mocking expression on his face, not looking at Brother Wen, but staring at an apple tree from a distance. Shu, yes, at such a tense moment, he suddenly thought of Shi Mengfan's big boss Nima, and even faintly wanted to laugh, little brother can't afford to be hurt!Especially with such a wonderful boss' younger brother ==

"Of course not." Brother Wen didn't notice that Huang Xiaomu's tangled expression was trying to hold back a smile, and he said in a worried voice: "After all, a hero doesn't care about his age, a rascal no matter where he comes from, I just say that your thinking is not mature enough."

Huang Xiaomu wanted to laugh at first, but when he heard that Brother Wen had beaten him