The middle-aged martial artist was still bitter, seeing the crowd around him so excited scene, his expression immediately became vivid, and he immediately ordered the two scared children to immediately hold the copper basin again, and went to the crowd to collect the "performance fee", this time the audience's enthusiasm was all stimulated, where was the largest banknote of five face value like the first round just now, this time people voted ten, twenty, or even fifty hundred banknotes! A large sum with a gold chain even threw a small wad of red bills! Seeing this scene, the middle-aged martial artist's withered face couldn't help but rejoice!

The wonderful time is always very short, and it didn't take long for the black-clothed young man to shake his hand, as if even his hand hurt from the completely unequal battle just now.

He walked up to the yellow-haired thug and asked gently, "Do you still want money?" The yellow-haired gangster glared at him fiercely, spit out a mouthful of phlegm to the ground, and said fiercely: "Don't let me meet ...... again"

The black-clothed young man grabbed this handful of yellow hair, slammed it to the ground, and faced the thick phlegm, and then rubbed it hard, and said leisurely: "Eh, it's really bad, spitting is wrong, what did you just say?" ”

The yellow-haired gangster spewed out a mouthful of blood, screamed frantically, waved his arms, and wanted to catch the black-clothed boy with his backhand, where would the black-clothed boy give him this opportunity, he grabbed the yellow-haired gangster's hair, and lifted him up directly, before the yellow-haired gangster's hand reached out to his clothes, he kicked the yellow-haired gangster's stomach in front of him, the yellow-haired gangster screamed, and flew out two or three meters, and he couldn't even hum in pain, inhaling the cold air, his face was wrinkled, and he lay on the ground weakly.

"Jeet Kune Do・Side Kick!" The boy still didn't forget his interest in performing, and loudly burst out the name of his trick, and then Ada! sound, like a well-known kung fu star. Sure enough, this Ada! , immediately caused the audience to scream excitedly, and triggered another round of money rush.

The young man in black walked over, pulled the head of the yellow-haired gangster again, and asked gently, "Do you still want money?" The yellow-haired thug's breath had weakened a little, and he still scolded, "I × you ......."

The black-clothed young man, who was originally breezy and light, suddenly turned hideous when he heard this, and his two pupils shrank dangerously like cobras into two needle eyes, and before the yellow-haired gangster finished scolding this sentence, he grabbed his head, knocked it on the ground, and kept asking, "Do you still want money?" Do you still need money? I ask you if you still want money!!! ”

The black-clothed young man just now seemed to have some measure under his hands, although his hands were heavy, they were all skin injuries, and he could get out of bed after a day or two, and he would be like a person who was fine after a week of rest. Unexpectedly, this yellow-haired gangster scolded such a very common swear word, and the black-clothed young man's hand suddenly became heavier, almost smashing the yellow-haired gangster to death, and smashing his brain with the ruthlessness of vowing not to stop!

Finally, the yellow-haired gangster couldn't move anymore, and the middle-aged martial artist also found out about what was going on, and immediately rushed up, stretched out his hands from behind his back, stretched out from under the armpits of the black-clothed young man, hugged his shoulders, and dragged him away. The black-clothed young man's hand had not yet let go, and he even dragged the yellow-haired gangster for more than ten centimeters, until the yellow-haired gangster's hair was pulled off.

The middle-aged martial artist hurriedly persuaded: "Chen Xiang, don't fight anymore, didn't he scold?" Spare him! If you fight again, you will be killed! ”

It turned out that this black-clothed boy named Chen Xiang had no mother since he was a child, and his father didn't know who it was, he was a genuine orphan, and he couldn't tolerate others scolding that swear word, if anyone dared to scold it, Chen Xiang would inevitably take half his life.

It can be seen that the strength of the middle-aged martial artist is not small, and he dragged the black-clothed young man Chen Xiang away, Chen Xiang was still unhappy, stretched out his foot and kicked the head of the yellow-haired gangster as if he had kicked a football, and turned out the yellow-haired gangster's bloody face, and the whole person seemed to be bounced up by a spring, turned over in the air, flipped to the ground, and touched it again.

The black-clothed young man Chen Xiang took two breaths, got rid of the middle-aged martial artist's arm, stood by himself, and reached out with trembling hands to pat the ash on his body.

After taking two deep breaths, Chen Xiang twitched and adjusted his hideous face like a demon in hell, once again showed a harmless smile from humans and animals, and bowed his hand to the surrounding spectators: "Fellow villagers, everyone has seen the real kung fu of punching to the flesh and attracting blood, right?" If you look good, please reward us with a few pocket money, which will be regarded as our anti-violence and peace, thank you, thank you! ”

The middle-aged martial artist sighed, but he was a little surprised that this time this young man actually adjusted his emotions so quickly, he saw the onlookers around him who saw blood, they shouted excitedly, and then put the money into the bowl of the patrol child, after a while, the big bowl was completely full, and the patrol child had to press it with his hands to continue.

The rest of the thugs were supporting each other, ready to escape, but the deadly killing god of the young man in black blocked in front of them without a long eye, and said with a smile: "Do you want to leave?" Get all your money out! ”

The gangsters looked at each other sluggishly, knowing that they were indeed not each other's opponents, so they obediently took out all the money on their bodies, and put it in the hands of this ugly-looking but ruthless young man with trembling hands.

The show was soon over, and the grass stage team packed up and returned to the cheap guest house they rented.

In the dim light, the middle-aged martial artist smoked a dry cigarette and looked at the ground with a frown, and finally opened his mouth solemnly as if he had made a decision.

"Chen Xiang, this time, I really can't take you anymore. You see...... We are acting in one place, just cause some trouble, although you are not wanted, but the police officers of the surrounding police stations know about you, if we bring you again......" The middle-aged martial artist said with some embarrassment.

Chen Xiang, who was lying on the bed eating cucumbers, said indifferently: "It's okay Fifth Uncle, anyway, I have learned all your skills, and I don't even have a decent internal skill, it's really embarrassing." Now I don't have to run with everyone anymore, I have my own way to live! How hard my life is, doesn't the fifth uncle know? Hahaha~"

Fifth Uncle Chen naturally knew that this child had a hard life and a harder heart, but he always felt a little embarrassed, after all, many conflicts were handled by this young boy, and he felt a little guilty, although he was a martial artist, he really didn't know any high-level internal skills, and he could only be regarded as a crop that couldn't be put on the table. Chen Xiang is a martial arts idiot, and he wants to learn more advanced internal skills, but he has no way to provide it to him, and he is also very guilty in his heart. But when I brought my children out, I made money by touring and selling, not by going on tour to fight, if I brought this Chen Xiang again, I am afraid that I don't need to bring this grass platform team anymore.