Chapter 37: The Power of Thunder
"This ...... That's impossible! Lei Laoba almost bit his tongue, and when he saw that he was standing intact after being hit by John's full force, he couldn't believe his eyes.
John was also a little surprised, he used almost all his strength for the punch just now, according to his expectations, at this moment, Yang Yi should have broken his chest, spit blood in his mouth, and lie on the ground and become dead. And now that Yang Yi is still standing in front of him, it is his turn according to the rules.
"This yellow-skinned monkey is really strong in fighting resistance, it looks like it needs to take two more punches." John mused, "His weight doesn't seem to be more than one hundred and sixty, and no matter how strong he is, he can't go anywhere." ”
He puffed up his chest and smiled: "Of course, we all have to follow the rules, now it's your turn!" ”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yi had already swung his fist into his chest, his fist was light, and the speed was not too fast, and it didn't seem to have much strength.
John had already thought of waiting to laugh at the other party, but in the next second, his consciousness was overwhelmed by a tsunami-like force in an instant.
Yang Yi's fist slammed into John's chest, and the seemingly light punch brought a deafening explosion-like sound.
The sound of bones shattering was clearly heard by the audience, and then John's huge body of about two meters flew out like dead grass in the wind. The whole person seemed to have been hit head-on by a cannonball, and like a wild dog that was hit by a truck traveling at 300 kilometers per hour, and half a second later it hit the wine cabinet behind the bar.
The whole bar seemed to be shaking, and the dust was constantly falling. The wine cabinet behind the bar was shattered, and all kinds of red wine, foreign wine, cocktails, and beers exploded like a chemical reaction, and the wine glasses hanging in front of it fell countless times, and the liquor was spilled everywhere like a fountain.
John's body crashed into the thick wall after smashing the wine cabinet, and after he fell, several cobweb-like cracks remained on the reinforced concrete wall.
The audience was silent, Yang Yi was holding half of Tianxiu, took the clothes handed over by Erlong, walked in front of Lei Laoba, and sneered: "For the sake of the fact that you don't usually do too many bad things, I will let you live and take your brothers to live in peace." Another 10 million will be remitted to the arsenal account in another three days, and if it's a dime less, I don't mind dragging you around the north of the city behind a motorcycle. ”
Lei Laoba sat on the chair in a daze, like a puppet whose soul had been drained, and it wasn't until Yang Yi and the others had left for a long time that he came back to his senses, and found that his whole body was soaked as if he had been fished out of water. The feeling of walking around the ghost gate made him numb all over, and only with the support of his younger brother did he stand up tremblingly and said in a dumb voice: "About ...... How happened to John? ”
A few of the same boys hurriedly lifted John out of the back of the bar, and found that John had become a dead man, with a dent of about a foot in his chest, and multiple broken ribs pierced out, which was indescribably disgusting and terrifying.
"Remember! In the future, no one is allowed to provoke the arsenal, let alone mention Yang Yi's name, and send photos of their middle and high-level personnel, including their pets! If you see it in the future, stay away, otherwise Lao Tzu will kill him first! Lei Laoba took a breath, and his expression seemed to be a few years older suddenly.
Politely rejecting Erlong's proposal to drink, Yang Yi returned to the rental room alone, ate a bowl of instant noodles indiscriminately, and slept with his head covered.
In the next two or three days, Yang Yi seemed to have become the 'leader' of the security department, and at the strong request of several colleagues, including Zhao Daquan, Yang Yi's daily work changed from guarding the gate to patrolling and inspecting, specifically responsible for supervising the work of various security posts in the school. In other words, he only needs to walk around the school now, and even if he doesn't go to work, his salary will not be less, which can be regarded as a benefit after making a significant contribution to the security department.
Sitting in the shade of the trees, watching the young students running on the court sweating like rain, more than a dozen girls in cheerleading uniforms were cheering them on, and his eyes were almost stray from the white and long legs under the short skirt.
There were two groups of students competing on the court, one of them wearing a black school uniform, which was obviously not a student from Yi Nan Middle School, but it was clearly better in terms of ball skills. Organize offense, defend counterattack, mark the card position, do it very well, plus the personal skills are good, and the cooperation between teammates is also quite tacit, so they have been pressing the students of Yinan Middle School to play, and the score soon became 1 to 8.
The cheerleaders off the field have lost confidence, and even cheering has become weak, and they are very disappointed with the performance of their school players.
Yang Yi didn't know much about football, but he could still see that Yinan Middle School was at an absolute disadvantage, and when he saw the highlights, he couldn't help but put his hands to his mouth and shouted: "Hurry up!" Hit him! Pass! Shot! He had a very loud voice, and a few voices made the players on the pitch even more flustered, and even a must-score goal was shot out of bounds.
"Idiots, haven't you eaten? Run! Unleash your youth! When Yang saw that the score had expanded to 1-13, he stood up at the moment, and shouted and scolded regardless of his image: "That stupid pig wearing the No. 10 jersey!" Why didn't you pass the ball just now? Do you think you're a footballer and want to connect three of them? ”
In his roar regardless of his image, the cheerleaders stopped cheering and turned their heads to look at this 'down-and-out divorced middle-aged' in a security guard's coat. Several other teachers also noticed him, and one of them turned out to be Qiaoqiao, whom he hadn't seen in a few days.
Jojo was wearing a cream-colored dress today, her face was still unfat, and she stood in the audience like a blooming narcissus. Standing next to him was a man in an Armani suit, about twenty-five or sixteen, handsome in appearance and with an outstanding temperament, but with an annoying rebelliousness between his eyebrows.
The man had been chatting with Qiaoqiao, smiling confidently from time to time, and occasionally Qiaoqiao would smile slightly, and the two looked extremely compatible.
After seeing Yang Yi who was shouting nonsense, the man frowned, whispered a few words to Qiao Qiao, and walked towards Yang Yi, and Qiao Qiao immediately gave him a sweet smile after seeing Yang Yi and followed.
"A bunch of idiots, if the coach is the coach, he has to kill this group of uncompetitive little bastards!" Yang Yi's throat was dry, but the situation did not change in any way, and the score was finally fixed on the huge and humiliating gap of 1-17.
"My name is Chen Fangyan, may I ask who you are?" The man in the suit walked up to Yang Yi, looked Yang Yi up and down, and said proudly: "Look at Your Excellency's dress, you should be a security guard of this school, do you also know football?" ”
Yang didn't even look at Chen Fangyan, he felt Tianxiu and lit it, and two words erupted from his nostrils: "Get out!" ”
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