Zhao Nuo opened the door and saw a strong man wearing only a white vest and big pants standing in front of the door, stretching out his hand to him:

"This month's rent, bring it!"

"Okay." He took out his wallet and took out seven hundred dollars and handed it to the landlord.

Zhao Nuo knows very well that although this middle-aged man has a bad attitude, his character is still quite good. After all, if an ordinary landlord saw that his house had become what it is now, he should have let him get out of here a long time ago.

Moreover, when I had no money in the past, I had defaulted on the rent several times, and the landlord just patted me on the shoulder and said loudly, "Pay it together next month".

However, although this guy is a good person, he still has a habit that is not very popular, and that is-

"Hey, every time I come to the house, it's such a mess, it's all game consoles and CDs, right? You young people know how to play games all day long, I'm your age, not only am I practicing martial arts, but I also have a wife and children, look at you again......"

Listening to the landlord's clichéd words, Zhao Nuo smiled slightly, noncommittal.

- This guy is a chatter.

The landlord lives on the ground floor of the building. Every time Zhao Nuo pays the rent or meets the landlord downstairs, he has to listen to him talk about his "great achievements" in the past. When he was young, he found a master to practice martial arts, practiced two-finger Zen, and could split bricks with the palm of his hand. The wife saw that she was fighting in the street and ran away. After the hooligan, he admired his martial arts and heroism, and took the initiative to pursue his ......

These stories are quite fresh after listening to them, but unfortunately now Zhao Nuo is about to memorize them, and he doesn't have any intention of hearing them at all, and he can't directly invite the landlord out, so he can only go in and out of his left ear.

"You see you're too thin, you should eat more, I'm very good at your age, I can open bricks empty-handed......" The landlord chattered as he put the money in his pocket. But hearing this, Zhao Nuo suddenly thought of one thing:

"I'd like to see your martial arts, let's try it out?" He interrupted the landlord.

Fighting is also a kind of exercise, and Zhao Nuo, who listened to the landlord's story and heard the calloused ears, also wanted to see if this middle-aged guy was really as powerful as he boasted.

Hearing this, the landlord was stunned for a few seconds, then stared at Zhao Nuo with suspicious eyes, and said:

"Are you serious? With your body, you have to lie down in two moves under my hands! ”

"Of course, the monks don't speak." Zhao Nuo is serious nonsense.

"Alright, come with me!" The landlord turned around and left in a rough voice, and Zhao Nuo followed after taking the key and locking the door.

followed the landlord to room 102 on the first floor, and when he entered the house, Zhao Nuo realized that the landlord did not boast, he was indeed a "martial arts practitioner".

After all, if you don't really like martial arts, you can't turn your house into a fighting ring.

This person lives in room 101, and room 102 has been completely transformed into a "fighting arena" by him. The walls of the bedroom and living room were opened, even the bathroom was removed, and the whole house was transformed into a fighting arena with blue plastic walls on all four walls and a light red soft floor.

"There is a protective gear in the corner, so pick a set and put it on." The landlord said as he picked up a set of red boxing armor and put it on his body.

"Aren't you practicing martial arts? What boxing armor to wear. Zhao Nuo picked up a roll of boxing bandages while complaining, wrapped it around his hand a few times and then tied it tightly according to the standard binding method.

"Just you talk a lot." The landlord retorted with some frustration.

"Huh." Hearing this and complaining about other people's words, Zhao Nuo couldn't help laughing, then clenched his fists and bent down slightly, ready for fighting.

"Let's have a good fight!" The landlord said a slogan for the game, and then strode forward, coming up with a merciless kick and attacking Zhao Nuo's lower road.

Taking a step back to the right to avoid the landlord's attack, Zhao Nuo wanted to directly stomp on the other party's knee that he didn't have time to retract, but after thinking about it, he gave up this attack method - if this kick really went down, the landlord's leg would be broken.

Thinking of this, Zhao Nuo immediately chose to kick out a leg sweep, directly hitting the side ribs of the landlord wearing protective gear, and kicking the other party back two steps backwards.

"The kid is quite fierce, but it's a little worse than me." At this time, the landlord finally realized that the other party's strength was not weak.

"Come on?" Zhao Nuo hooked his fingers.

The landlord shook his head from side to side a few times, and then rushed up with a strange scream, and launched a storm of attacks.

It seems that he wants to learn Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do, but it may be because of his age, whether it is strength and speed, it is too far worse than the original.

In Zhao Nuo's opinion, the landlord's combat effectiveness is completely inferior to the veteran who was on the fifth floor of the Emperor Shopping Center a few days ago.

But if you want to subdue this guy, you can't use too rough methods, otherwise it will be bad if he raises the rent.

Blocking with his arms in front of his head, seizing the opportunity of the landlord's mistake, Zhao Nuo turned his body, quickly stuck behind the other party, and kicked on the protector of the landlord's calf.

Although he was protected by protective gear and was not injured, the landlord was unsteady and kneeled on the ground. Seeing that the time had come, Zhao Nuo immediately launched a decisive offensive:

Before the landlord turned around, he strangled the landlord's neck with his left arm, pinned his left arm with his right arm, and pressed his left knee against the opponent's back.

This seemingly simple fixing technique is also very useful in actual combat.

"Uh-uh-uh......"

The landlord struggled, and his body bent forward in a small arc. Although his right hand can still move, in this kind of throat restraint, let alone attack, it is difficult to even use force.

"Do you want to throw in the towel?" Zhao Nuo asked teasingly.

"Admit defeat, I admit defeat!" The landlord slammed the floor with his right hand as if he was out of breath, which is a common admission of defeat in martial arts matches.

Seeing that the other party admitted defeat, Zhao Nuo also let go of his hand and stood aside. The defeated landlord sat directly on the floor, hung his head in frustration, and kept taking deep breaths:

"Alas, people can't get old and bones, and it's the time of your young people in the future!"

"No, didn't someone say it? Men are teenagers until they die, and as long as your mentality remains young, you won't really get old. Zhao Nuo said.

"Really?" The landlord asked.

"I made it up." Zhao Nuo shrugged.

"Hahaha, you stinky boy!" The landlord laughed, stood up, took off his protective gear and threw it into the corner, and then asked, "How about we have a meal at noon?" I'm in for a treat, after all, you've been living here for so long, so it's time to celebrate. ”

What's there to celebrate when renting an apartment...... Zhao Nuo secretly complained in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face, and nodded:

"Then I'll be respectful and obey."