Qin Lang ate this meal extremely carefully, and the fierce eyes like tigers and jackals around him made him feel as if he was at the gate of hell.

One step forward and one step back? Sorry, he has no way out.

"Let's go!"

Qin Lang was cleaning the dinner plates used by himself and Han Weiwei under the faucet, when a person suddenly came in next to him, pulled Qin Lang away, and came over without saying a word.

People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden.

If the tiger doesn't wield, it becomes HelloKitty?

Qin Lang was suddenly furious, picked up the plate that had not been cleaned quickly, and was about to buckle it on the man's head.

"Smack!"

Caught off guard, the wrist of his raised right hand was suddenly grabbed by a big hand like iron tongs, and when he turned his head, he saw that a man of similar height and size was grabbing his wrist with a sneer.

Qin Lang twitched, but was surprised to find that the big hand didn't move at all, and he couldn't pull it out at all. However, Qin Lang has been crawling and rolling in society for some years, plus he is a person who has been there. Naturally, he would not beg him to let go, and when he turned his head and saw the chili oil left on the plate of the person next to him, he suddenly had a plan.

The left hand reached into the dinner plate and wiped it, and the right leg suddenly exerted force, and a knee hit the man's lower yin, and at the same time, the left hand suddenly rose up, and the left hand that was unprepared for the chili oil stained wiped on his eyes.

"Ah...... I'm Cao ...... I Nima ......"

The taste of chili oil in the eyes must be well known to everyone. The man's mouth let out a terrible scream like a ghost crying wolf, and instantly let go of Qin Lang's wrist, and hurriedly turned his head towards the faucet.

happened to meet Feng Xiaoxiao, who was full of food and drink, and suddenly she grabbed her collar without being afraid, and before the poor man could struggle, he was thrown into the swill bucket.

"Boom!"

Like a depth charge, the swill splashed three feet high, scattering the heads and faces of people nearby. There was a strong sour smell everywhere, and there was a sudden cursing all around.

The person who cut the queue before pointed at Qin Lang with an angry face and roared: "You dare to touch my cousin! The black prison will not let you go! M's, quickly kneel down and kowtow to my cousin to admit your mistake, otherwise you will ......"

It's a black prison again, and the road is really narrow. Qin Lang sneered: "It's just right, I don't plan to let go of the people in the black prison either." ”

"You wait! My cousin is a ...... of the Iron Arm Dragon."

"Oh, I care about your five dragons and six dragons, in front of grandpa, it's not easy to do it. Hurry up and help your sand sculpture cousin get out, or you will go to the swill bucket to accompany him. ”

Long Wu felt that he was very cowardly, one of the dignified members of the Black Prison, he used to kill people without blinking, but he was almost ruined by someone, and finally he was thrown into a swill bucket!

This is simply a great shame for him, and it can be described as the biggest stain on his life!

Although I took more than ten showers, the sour smell seemed to soak into my skin, and I was always with me. Even passers-by looked at him with a strange look, making him as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a poop.

"Have you found out, who is that guy?" said Long Wu to his cousin with a gloomy face.

"Hmm...... Who's from the snakeskin brigade, it seems...... I don't know ...... specifics."

Long Wuyi smashed the glass in front of him, and said viciously: "Very good! Snakeskin brigade, wait to be ravaged by my iron fist! Mahler, don't educate you hard, you don't know why the flowers are so red!"

In the afternoon, Wang Xinnan won very easily, and the opponent surrendered directly without a fight.

As a result, the Snakeskin Brigade won a total of six victories, with six points, which is not the top, but it is also a pretty good result.

When Qin Lang came on the field, he couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the familiar figure. Isn't he the guy who was thrown into the swill bucket by Feng Xiaoxiao at noon? His opponent is actually him!

"Hello!, are we meeting again?, do you miss me?" Qin Lang walked into the ring, smiling and beckoning to Long Wu with a kind face.

I had a short fight with him before, and this guy's hand strength was a little scary, but Qin Lang had already prepared.

Walking to a position two meters away from Long Wu, Qin Lang stopped, frowned and sniffed, and said with a pout: "Hmm...... Why is it still sour? Didn't you take a shower when you went back? You're so sloppy, can your family know about it?"

"Hahahaha! It's really hard to find a place to step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it! Dare to plot against me, boy, do you think about how to die? Your grandfather Long Wu's iron fist is already hungry and thirsty!" Long Wu laughed wildly, as if in his opinion, Qin Lang was a lamb to be slaughtered, as long as he was in a good mood, he could take his life at any time.

Qin Lang put his hand in his pocket, chewed the bubble gum he received from Han Weiwei in his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm sorry, I really haven't thought about it, or you admit defeat first, let me go back and think about it for another hundred and eighty days, three or five seven years? Maybe one day I'm in a good mood and I'll figure it out by accident?"

"You're a damn man! I wanted to leave you a whole corpse, but in this case, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" Long Wu was dressed in a black suit, his hair was smoothed with hair wax, and he wore a pitch-black sunglasses, looking really cold, like those killers on TV.

"So, it's not negotiable, is it?"

"You can only wash away my shame by dying!"

"Hmm...... Do you mean swill? If you want it, there are so many people in the cafeteria, and you don't have to thank me, I'm a person who loves to help others. ”2k

"Look for death!"

Long Wu's eyes were red, and Qin Lang's repeated provocations made him unable to suppress the anger in his heart. His hands were clenched into fists, and the bones on his body made a "crackling" sound like fried beans.

Stood on tiptoe, moved his feet briefly, and rushed out with a "whoosh" as the referee gave the order.

A straight punch, simple and rough, as fast as thunder, like lightning striking Qin Lang's passable face.

This guy has a chic, but powerful fist stab on his fist, and if he is really hit in the face, he will have to leave a few bloody holes if he is not knocked down.

Although Qin Lang had already taken precautions, he raised his wrist with one hand to block, and his right foot came out with the trend, and a fierce and domineering leg went straight to the crotch of the dragon's five crotches.

But what he didn't expect was that this Long Wu not only didn't mean to change his moves, but with a burst of tears in his mouth, his arm actually exerted force again, and with a muffled sound, Long Wu's fist smashed Qin Lang's right arm that Qin Lang used to cover.

Long Wu's fist was like a galloping horse, and Qin Lang's right arm was smashed into numbness. But correspondingly, Qin Lang's desperate flirting legs also kicked a real one. However, Qin Lang's face was not good-looking at all.

This kick, as if it had been kicked on an iron bump, not only did it not cause any substantial damage to Long Wu, but it also hurt his own foot!

"Hahahaha!" Long Wu saw that Qin Lang was deflated, and couldn't help but laugh wildly with his hands on his hips: "I didn't expect it, do you think that a person's body can't be hard to this extent?" Hehe, I'll tell you secretly, I'm not wearing iron underwear!"

"Heh, a eunuch, what is there to be proud of!" Qin Lang probably understood what was going on, if he guessed correctly, this guy should have a certain relationship with the previous assassination of Brother Biao and the devils he met in White Flag Town, he should also be a half-human, half-machine transformer.

But what Qin Lang didn't figure out was, how could such a person appear in the base?

"Damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

The word "eunuch" is a taboo for Long Wu, and anyone who mentions words such as eunuch and eunuch in front of him will have only one fate, that is, he will be torn off his life, thrown into the salt water jar, and he can't survive and die.

Speaking of which he is also a tragic figure, when he was fifteen years old, he followed a few friends to secretly go to a black clinic to cut BP, just when it was his turn to operate, the old military doctor suddenly had a seizure of epilepsy, and he did not listen to the call in his hand.

Since then, Long Wu has been nicknamed a eunuch, and since then, he has become the laughing stock of everyone, and his psychology has gradually become darker and darker. On a dark and windy night, Ryugo stole the firewood knife used to chop wood at home, and killed all the people involved who knew all this, even the big black dog.

Long Wu roared, once again clenched his fist and rushed towards Qin Lang, the distance between the two was shortened again, This time Qin Lang did not pick up his fist, with a skill, when Long Wu's fist arrived, he pressed down with one hand, and rushed up with his right hand.

"Knock"

Qin Lang's punch was like a hammer on a steel plate, and he almost didn't break his finger!

"Hmph, do you know why I'm called Iron Arm Long Wu?" Long Wu smiled coldly, proudly stroked his left arm, and sighed: "Because, this arm is actually made of steel!"

Qin Lang narrowed his eyes and had a signature smile on his face: "Yo, you don't think that you will be invincible in the world like this, right?"

"I don't think so, but it's more than enough to deal with you. At least, you haven't done me any harm yet, have you?" Long Wu still had a confident smile on his face, and he didn't take Qin Lang in his eyes at all.

"You said, that's just, for now! You know, I've killed a couple of guys like you before you. There should be some kind of connection between you, right?" Qin Lang knocked on the side, trying to get some useful information from him.

"Heh, don't try to get any useful information from me! Long Wu's body pounced forward violently, clasping the side wrist of Qin Lang's left arm with one hand, while his own body turned to Qin Lang's left hand side with a very strange footwork.

The big hand tugged hard, then raised the knee of his right foot, and slammed it towards Qin Lang's waist.

"Wow......" Although Qin Lang reacted, his wrist was restrained by him, and he couldn't struggle for a while, and his waist and eyes were in the middle. A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and one staggered to the ground.

"Die!"

Long Wu was like a tiger descending from the mountain, his body flew up, and when he raised his leg, he stomped towards Qin Lang's head with a powerful kick.

"Drink!"

At the critical moment, Qin Lang slapped his hands on the ground, his body spun up, and the whip of his legs that rose up like a whip hit Long Wu's neck.

The damage caused by this kick was nothing, and at the moment when Long Wu got up, suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and then his eyes hurt, and a familiar feeling hit him again-M's, it's chili oil again!

There is no clear rule that concealed weapons other than firearms cannot be used.

Qin Lang pondered for a long time, and then hid a small bottle of special chili oil on his body, but he didn't expect that this time he really made a miracle!

"Despicable! I'm going to kill you!...... My eyes!"

Is it despicable?

But Qin Lang didn't plan to be a gentleman, so what's wrong with being mean?

Anyway, his reputation is now more stinky than a dung pit, so it makes sense to do this, right?