"Whoever has a big fist can set the rules, right?" Meng Xinghui said lightly.

"What do you mean?" Scar Qiang shrugged his scar again.

"I don't think you're as big as my fist, so here, it's up to me to set the rules." Meng Xinghui put his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders, with a smile on his face.

"I'm grass...... Look for death! ”

"Go up and cut him!"

"Don't pull me, I'm going to fight him alone!"

"Dare to choke with Brother Qiang, you are tired of being crooked!"

“………………”

A group of rotten boys suddenly exploded like a lit cannonball, shouting and surrounding, about to make a move with Meng Xinghui.

"Dutama don't move!" Scar waved his hand to let the younger brothers get out of the way, cut his hands behind his back, and walked out of the crowd with eight steps, what a master's demeanor!

"You just said that I'm not as big as your fist?" He stared at Meng Xinghui with wide eyes.

"Yes, I think so." Meng Xinghui said lightly.

"In this case, I will fight with you alone, if a brother comes up to help me today, it will be a sign to smash my scar strong, Brother Qiang, I have always been to convince people with virtue." Scar slapped his chest hard with his large hand.

"It doesn't matter, whatever, it's no different for me to go together and go heads-up." Meng Xinghui pursed his lips.

"This little red guy is so arrogant!"

"Brother Qiang, let me blow up his braincase!"

"Flies eat boogers - it's on the face, isn't it?"

“………………”

Seeing that the little brother next to him was excited again, Scar pressed his hand strongly, signaling not to move, he pinched his joints, and made a sound of "Ka Ka Ka Ba", and then his right leg became a void, and he drew half a circle on the ground, and his hands became a praying mantis hand style.

"Ahh......h

"Jia Jianqiang, the eighteenth-generation descendant disciple of the Lower Mantis Sect, may I ask your Excellency's name?" Scar, who has been busy for a long time, has not forgotten the rules of the rivers and lakes and reported the font size.

"There are no shadow feet in Foshan." Meng Xinghui said lightly.

"Grandma drop, you trick me!" Scar Qiang wielded the mantis knife, screamed strangely, and pounced on Meng Xinghui.

With this flutter, Meng Xinghui saw at least twelve flaws, he stood in place and didn't move, his hands were still in his trouser pockets, his right leg bounced up silently, and he went straight into the middle palace from the shadow of the claw that Scar waved strongly, and kicked on his chest!

This leg is shadowless and invisible, the speed is extremely fast and the force is infinite, the onlookers only saw the scar monster screaming and pounced, and then suddenly screamed, the body changed the direction of flight in the air, from the forward flight to the inverted flight, and the higher and higher the flight, the slightly fat body drew a beautiful parabola in the air, "croak", and the wall came into close contact, and then like a slug, softly slipped from the wall and fell to the ground!

Looking at Meng Xinghui again, he was still standing in place with his hands in his pockets, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I'm going to go, this is the situation of Shenma? How did Brother Qiang fly around like an alien? Although they were so close, they still didn't see clearly, what tricks Meng Xinghui used, the only thing that was certain was that he had made Brother Qiang all over the place.

"Dog, I'll fight with you!" The thin green-haired little brother rushed up, waving his fist to greet Meng Xinghui in the face, and the rest of the little brothers also rushed over with red eyes, shouting and shouting to kill.

"Bang bang......" There was a crisp sound, and a group of strange-shaped rotten boys suddenly turned into trapeze, flying out in all directions, I le, the sky is their limit!

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen arrogant rotten boys were already humming and chirping on the ground and moaning, the burly young man was still unmoved, his hat covered his face and he was snoring happily, but the old man had been paying attention to the battle situation here, and at this moment, seeing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, none of the side that was in the absolute advantage of numbers could stand up, and Meng Xinghui, who originally thought that he was the weaker side, seemed to have nothing happening.

The old man's eyes widened in horror, and he opened his mouth to shout something, but in the end he didn't shout.

Meng Xinghui took the pot of thick bread and slowly walked to Scar Qiang's body, and saw him lying there with his eyes closed and pretending to be dead, but the sensational eyelashes and heavy breathing betrayed him.

"Get up, or I won't mind letting you experience the joy of flying again!" Meng Xinghui said lightly.

The scar is like a 100,000-volt high voltage under his buttocks, and he bounced up from the ground in an instant, he is not the eighteenth generation disciple of the praying mantis at all, and the scar on his face is that when he was 13 years old, he peeked at the widow in the next village taking a bath, was chased by someone's big wolf dog, accidentally fell to the ground, and was cut by a piece of broken glass, in other words, his fierce and vicious appearance is all bluffing.

Since watching the Hong Kong movie "Crazy Boy", he has decided that the ideal of this life is to be a big brother like Chen Haonan, the leader of Causeway Bay, but unfortunately he is not good enough to fight, and he is not ruthless enough, and he has been mixed in society for four or five years, so he can only bully and bully students on one street, collect the protection fee of the aunt who sets up the stall, and rely on bragging to fool a bunch of rotten boys around him.

Even if he is a hooligan, he belongs to the most scummy kind.

This time I decided to enter the number, I was ready to come in to gild, go out to join Mao Sanye's disciples, and be an organized professional hooligan, you must know that in these years, the hooligan who has not squatted in the number is embarrassed to say hello when he goes out.

Experience, these days, white-collar workers must have overseas education, and hooligans must also have experience in the number, otherwise they won't be able to meet people.

As for Meng Xinghui and the old man, one is a harmless-looking student, and the other is an old bad old man who is about to enter the coffin, and he has been automatically swept into the group of "can be bullied casually".

I heard that the bad old man actually dared to hit the city management, Scar Qiang even thought that this young man who looked like a student was the most vegetable in this number, and the main source of income for their gang of people was students, this group of people had little social experience, were timid and afraid, and they had a lot of money on them, which was the favorite type of "money and stupidity" in the society, and they were usually bullied.

A weak person will always bully someone who is weaker than him to show his strength.

What he didn't expect was that this young man, who he regarded as the weakest, was actually a master he had never seen in his life, although it was face-to-face, Scar Qiang didn't know how he was hit by this blow to his chest, and now his internal organs are still churning.

When Meng Xinghui stood in front of him, smiling and looking down at him, Scar Qiang panicked and shook his sperm, just like his name, he has always been a "fake strong"!

"Now, can I make my rules?" Meng Xinghui said.

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