The gangster leader faintly had green tendons on his forehead, and pinched the stick: "Kill this fake monk for me!" ”

More than a dozen thugs, each with a brick and a stick, walked towards the fat man vigorously.

The fat man lowered his eyes, recited the sentence Amitabha, and then suddenly raised his eyes: "Eat my grandson!" ”

Zhao Fugui, the chief disciple of Hanshan Temple and the future abbot of the temple, is a powerful Shaolin stick and an invincible opponent all over the world...

Bang bang bang~

Woo woo woo ~ The hand rises and falls, and one smashes is accurate.

The stick is tiger and tiger, the Shaolin stick method rotates and jumps, and the fat man at the moment is a flexible fat man.

The clothes and shoes were snatched away, and he shrank in the corner of the wall, watching the ball of white meatballs rolling around in the crowd, and secretly sighing that the master was in the world.

However, in the end, fat people consume too much fat in the world, and their body bones gradually can't keep up.

After playing for two or three minutes, I gradually gained the upper hand.

"Ouch, I knew that the fat man would have lost weight!" The fat man was hit with several sticks, and his fat face was distorted in pain.

The gangster leader saw the advantage and immediately commanded: "Go to five people and rip off the pants of those two guys." ”

"Come on, boss."

Immediately, five yellow-haired and green-haired young men who killed Matt came out of the team battle, and the thieves walked towards Shen He with a smile.

Therefore, there was only one pink pants left on his body, shivering from the cold, and he retreated tremblingly: "You, don't come here, my pants are only ten yuan..."

The thug rubbed his fingers and walked over obscenely: "Ouch, this baby face looks okay, come over and let my brother touch it." ”

Seeing it, the hand is about to reach out.

When it was too late, two young men in blue and black coats appeared, protecting them behind them.

"Don't touch him." One of them said.

The thug sneered, and looked at the two helpless fellows with disdain:

"You think you're ————! Ma Chao? You are the top horse super of the TG Super Play Club!! Are you Sister Wen? ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area exploded instantly.

The thug rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "Sister Wen? Wow! It's you! I—I'm a fan of yours! ”

The two young men in blue and black jackets are members of the TG Super Play Club, the third-place team of the last KPL Pro League.

The taller one is Ma Chao, and the shorter one is Wen Jie.

A super-first-class professional player, a well-known player in the circle.

The thugs seemed to think of something, and they jerked back to see the fat man who was fighting with the leader.

This very familiar fat man is not Zhao Fugui of the DW team!

The reputation of the DW team in Kyoto is clear even to the roadside gangsters.

Ma Chao took off his coat and handed it to the trembling Gu Zong: "Put it on first, someone will feel distressed if it freezes." ”

So he took it in a daze, full of questions, who are these two people?

Distressed?

Who is distressed ...

Shen was shivering from the cold, and stretched out his hand pitifully: "Dude, can you give me a coat too?" ”

Ma Chao and Wen Jie ignored the grievances, turned around, and looked at the fat man who was fighting in five teams over there.

"Boss, don't fight yet, it's all your own family—" One of the thugs raised his voice and was about to fight.

Suddenly, a brick fell from the sky.

Slammed into the thug leader's shoulder.

The gangster leader looked up in annoyance: "Damn, who the hit me this time!" There are so many people here, why do bricks only hit me! ”

The winter wind swept up the dead leaves on the ground.

A slender figure walked out of the dark alley, and the man walked over with two bricks in his hand.

Shen Yan's eyes lit up: "Little Chunchun!" ”