Chapter 42: The Exercise Couple (I)

Those who are good do not come, and those who come are not good.

When he met an acquaintance in a foreign country, Zhang Lezhi was a little surprised. Although the man and himself were only one-sided, his appearance left a deep impression on him.

It's just that Zhang Le is a little puzzled, isn't that guy afraid of getting into trouble if he does this? If these guys hurt Yang Xin'er in the slightest, let alone him, even his rich father would have to be afraid.

Zhang Le subconsciously protected Yang Xin'er behind him, which made Yang Xin'er a little stunned, but deep down in his heart, he was a little moved.

The staff of the program team naturally saw that these guys were here to make trouble, and immediately stepped forward to negotiate and said, "What are you doing?" We're filming a show here. Trouble"

Before the staff could finish speaking, one of the impatient thugs kicked him to the ground. That kick seemed to be extremely powerful, and it directly kicked the staff member so that he couldn't get up.

After all, if you go abroad, you won't bring one more if the staff of the program team can be reduced. What's more, now the four groups of guests are filming separately, and the staff following each group of guests is limited. Zhang Le and Yang Xin'er's group, plus the two of them, are only six people. Moreover, half of them are girls.

There were all those little gangsters, black and white, and a few of them were extremely thin, but most of them were big men with bulging muscles. The European and American races are much taller than the Asian races, and there is a black man who is nearly two meters tall, and his arms are thicker than Zhang Le's legs, and he looks fierce.

's temperament, coupled with his fierce appearance, now surround Zhang Le's stall, and everyone can see that these people are here to find fault.

"I'll take care of it!" Zhang Le said to the staff over there, then looked at one of the thugs who seemed to be the leader, and said in English, "How much money does the fat man give you, I will pay double!" Isn't that the end of it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" The man was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickered, and he came back to his senses, pretending not to understand.

"So what's the matter with you?" Zhang Le glanced at the man, and for the man's reaction, Zhang Le was even more sure of his guess.

The man didn't answer, but when the others heard it, they trampled on the things on the stall.

"Don't tell me, you're here to collect protection money?" Zhang Le said lightly. He doesn't really set up a stall, so naturally he doesn't pay that much attention to the things on the stall. There was not so much anger at what those people had done.

"You're breaking the rules!" The man in the lead said lightly and glanced at Yang Xin'er behind Zhang Le.

"Rules, your rules?" Zhang Le sneered and said, "Don't talk about these useless things, what do you want?" Or what did the fat man call you for? Just scare me?"

"What's going on? Fatty, what's fat?" Yang Xin'er was a little puzzled when she heard this, and then whispered to Zhang Le. was beaten by a group of thugs, but she didn't have the slightest timidity and panic.

"I saw Lin Xiaofan's fat man just now, I don't think it's a coincidence, I guess these people were found by that guy." Zhang Le opened his mouth and said, "These people should be coming at me, you should be careful later, try to stay away." ”

"Hide, if they dare to hit you, I'll beat them! Beat them all over the ground looking for teeth, and they don't even know the!" Yang Xin'er said viciously.

When Zhang Le heard this, he was a little stunned.

"Humph!" The man snorted coldly and said, "You have broken the rules here, either 100,000 yuan, pack up your things and get out of here, or let the girl behind you accompany your brother to have a few fun, if the brothers are having fun, you can continue to play here." ”

When Zhang Le heard this, his eyes flashed with coldness, and when Yang Xin'er heard it, she was about to beat people up, but Zhang Le stopped her.

"Is that what you mean, or is that what the fat man means?" Zhang Le said coldly.

The man was about to say something, when suddenly the phone was remembered, and he picked it up.

Zhang Le's hearing was extremely keen, and he heard an impatient voice from inside: "What nonsense are you talking to him, the police are coming."

The words were in English, but the accent Zhang Le could hear it, not the fat man's voice?

The man hung up the phone and didn't say a word, just gave the people around him a look. Those people seemed to have a tacit understanding, and instantly understood that one of them stepped forward directly with a hideous face and kicked at Zhang Le.

Zhang Le grabbed the ankle of the man's kicked, shook it with a force, and directly smashed the man to the two people next to him, and then said to Yang Xin'er: "You go to the side and hide."

As soon as Zhang Le's words started, Yang Xin'er had already moved. However, instead of dodging to the side, he raised his fist and smashed the nose of the thug who was near.

The little gangster was indeed thinner among the crowd, and he didn't seem to expect that Yang Xin'er, who seemed to be Sven, would burst out and beat people, so he didn't dodge for a while, and was hit in the nose, and his nose was bleeding immediately.

The gangster was furious and was about to be ruthless, but he didn't want Yang Xin'er to step forward and grab his shoulders, and then pushed his knees over, the guy only felt the displacement of his internal organs, wailed, fell to the ground, curled his body, and convulsed on the ground.

Zhang Le was stunned, and those little gangsters were also stunned for a moment.

Zhang Le didn't expect Yang Xin'er to be so violent. However, it is relieved to think about it, after all, they are not only a military family, but also a martial arts family. She really uses Shaolin boxing.

However, this also encountered these gangsters who didn't know kung fu at all, and even took them by surprise, and when those gangsters reacted, with their experience and ruthlessness in fighting, it is estimated that only two or three Yang Xin'er will be difficult to parry.

Afraid that Yang Xin'er would be injured, Zhang Le would be a little heavier, and the opponent would either have a short foot or a broken leg as soon as he shot, anyway, he would make the other party lose his combat effectiveness, and even in order to solve the opponent, Zhang Le took a few punches. However, the strength of those fists really didn't have much impact on Zhang Le.

That big man, although he has a lot of strength, but unfortunately his flexibility is limited, and Zhang Le is guarding against him, so naturally he will not be hit by his fists.

Zhang Le dealt with the group beating of those gangsters, but his eyes glanced at Yang Xin'er from time to time. If Yang Xin'er can't cope with it, she will rush over to help him block it.

"Xin'er, be careful!"

A gangster seemed to be angry by Yang Xin'er, and actually pulled out a machete from his waist behind his back and slashed at Yang Xin'er, and at this time, Yang Xin'er just dealt with the other gangster's fists and kicks and couldn't dodge at all.

Afraid that he would not be able to stop it and hurt Yang Xin'er, Zhang Le did not hesitate, pulled Yang Xin'er away, and at the same time used his body to block her in front of the knife.

Zhang Le only felt a sudden hot pain in his back, obviously the knife cut his back, but fortunately, the wound didn't seem to be deep.

Zhang Le turned around and grabbed it, grabbed the gangster's hand holding the knife, folded it hard, clicked, the guy's wrist was broken, and he grabbed the knife in his hand, and then kicked the guy out.

Zhang Le didn't stay this leg anymore, and that guy would have to lie in the hospital for a year and a half if he didn't die.

"Zhang Le, are you okay, are you seriously injured?" Yang Xin'er was stunned for a moment, then her face changed greatly, and she hurriedly asked. She glanced around at the thugs who hadn't stepped forward, her eyes blazing with rage.

"Little injury, you take this!" Zhang Le handed the machete he snatched to Yang Xin'er, then tore up his clothes, rolled them, strangled the wound on his back, looked at those little gangsters coldly, hooked them with his hand, and said, "Come here, Lao Tzu promises not to kill you!"