Chapter 249 (1/2)

I saw that Zhang Qingqing was drunk like this. I was so angry that my face was black.

Zhang Qingqing shouted. After Chen Yu threw himself into my arms, he curled up in my arms like a cat. Her eyes were still stained with tears, but her face was very reassured, and the corners of her mouth were raised slightly. It seemed that my mother had a sense of security for me and fell asleep safely in my arms.

”I'll kill you little boy!”

There was a violent drink in his ear. It turned out that Yan Su grabbed an empty wine bottle on the glass tea table and rushed to me. He was about 1.8 meters tall. In terms of height alone, I was by no means his opponent, but strength often could not be judged by his body shape.

While Yan Su rushed forward, I ran up like a cheetah. When I punched Yan Su in the face, he looked up and went down, and the beer bottle in his hand fell to the ground.

”Is it your hand that played a rogue on Zhang Qingqing?”

I looked at Yan Su lying on the ground. I didn't need his answer at all. I raised my foot and trampled on his right arm. With a click, the guy held his right hand and cried. I raised my eyebrows and said, ”this is a little punishment. You'd better take a detour when you see Qingqing in the future, otherwise you'll suffer.”

With that, I helped Zhang Qingqing up and was ready to leave. At this time, I found that Tu Wenxuan came in a hurry with a group of his men.

Tu Wenxuan saw the messy box hall and Yan Su lying on the ground humming and screaming. Finally, his eyes fell on me and Zhang Qingqing in my arms. With a calm face, he said, ”it's so majestic that he ran to my hotel to make trouble and hurt my guests. If you can leave here standing today, even if you have the ability of Chen Yu, uncle Huang, take him.”

With Tu Wenxuan's command, a slender man in suits came out of the crowd behind him.

It turns out that this guy's real name is Huang Jiahua. He is the leader of the yellow font hall among the four xuanhuang halls in Tu jiatiandi. He is about 1.8 meters tall and looks slender in a black suit. However, he has a shawl and long hair, which makes his fierce face even more sinister. Although he is a little male and female, people can easily feel from his sharp eyes. This guy is not easy to provoke.

Huang Jiahua was half a head taller than me. He looked at me condescending and arrogant, just like looking at a lamb to be slaughtered. In his voice, he asked without a trace of emotion: ”young master, did you abolish him forever, or what?”

Tu Wenxuan looked at me with his arms in his hands, sneered and said, ”it's very simple. You can deal with him how he treats my guests.”

Huang Jiahua looked at Yan Su, whose arm I had broken, nodded and said, ”I see. I'll break his arm.”

I glanced at TU Wenxuan and the group of men behind him, as well as the aggressive Huang Jiahua. I sneered, gently put Zhang Qingqing in my arms on the sofa, then took off my coat under everyone's eyes and pretended to cover Zhang Qingqing. In fact, I secretly called Aunt Zhang with the mobile phone in my coat pocket under the cover of covering Zhang Qingqing's clothes. Fortunately, Aunt Zhang called me tonight. In the recent call record, in front of her number row, I just pressed the screen a few times, and the mobile phone was already quietly dialing her number.

Seeing that I was dying, Huang Jiahua was still trying to cover the drunk beauty with clothes. He sneered and said, ”is it over?”

At this time, I couldn't wait for the phone to connect. I stood up and looked at Huang Jiahua and said, ”I've always heard that the Tu family of the four families is very powerful. Today, I just had the opportunity to have two moves with the experts of the Tu family.”

”Hum!”

With a cold hum, Huang Jiahua took a step forward and punched me in the chest. It turned out to be Yixing boxing.

I learned gun boxing from my father-in-law and knew a little about other famous boxing techniques. Xingyi boxing focuses on actual combat. It is fierce and has no tricks. It moves straight forward and straight back. It has a fast body method and less jumping and somersaulting. This kind of boxing is obtained through the battlefield fighting of several generations. It is good at actual combat. In response to the enemy, it is required to mobilize the maximum potential of the body with the mind, use the mind to move the Qi, and use the Qi to urge the force. It is required that the elbow should not be straightened before touching the enemy, which shortens the boxing distance, so that Xingyi boxing has strong penetration and can often cause injury to the enemy's internal organs.

I also used the swiftest move of the gun fist to open the mountain gun and beat it on the other party's left chest.

Our fists almost fell on each other's chest at the same time. Bang, they staggered at the same time. I endured the sharp pain in my chest and sank down. A sweeping leg swept the footwall of the other party. According to my strength, even the branches with thick arms would be broken by me, but this foot swept on the opponent's foot is like sweeping on an iron pillar. The other party was not swept down by me, but my own foot hurt badly.

Huang Jiahua combines some fighting skills with Yixing boxing, while my kung fu is gun boxing combined with the fighting skills of the army. Both of them pay attention to hitting hard, so when they fight, they almost fight to the meat. You punched me in the chest and I elbowed you in the ribs. The war was very fierce and sticky.

After fighting with each other, I was patted by Huang Jiahua's hands on my ears. With a buzzing sound, my ears roared, and the whole person was a little dizzy by his move. Huang Jiahua took the opportunity to hold my head and tried his best to press my head down. His strong right knee pushed hard on my face door. With a bang, I opened the face door and fell to the ground.

”Ha ha” Tu Wenxuan smiled with satisfaction, clapped and said, ”Uncle Huang, break his arm and throw him into the street.”

Huang Jiahua wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth, walked in front of me, looked at me lying on the ground, and said with a little pity: ”you have done very well, but the opponent you met is me.”

Then he would raise his foot and break my arm, but I struggled to get up, shook my chaotic head, raised my bloody face, shook my head at him and said, ”it's not good enough.”