The morning light of March shone into the window lattice with warmth, the light and dust flew, and the sandbag shook up and disturbed the light and dust, and then another heavy punch hit it, a tall and strong short-haired man, punched quickly, and in the shaking of thick muscles, sweat flowed down the water chestnut muscles, wetting the belt.

In the noisy environment around him, the rapid hitting of Bang Bang Bang never meant to stop.

When Xia Yi walked in the door, not many people cared, just surrounded the man who was beating the sandbag and a woman who looked quite beautiful, with long black hair tied into a ponytail tied at the back of her head, and wearing a uniform rusty red leaf pattern costume in the martial arts hall, giving people a kind of ability and heroism that women rarely have, "Whether South Koreans come here to kick the gym or not, don't be impulsive, look at what Master and his old man say." ”

"Then listen to Senior Sister. ”

"...... afraid of something, Senior Brother is here today. ”

"That's right, Master was injured last night, it must have something to do with South Koreans, and it opened next to us, do you still have good intentions?!"

In the voice of your words, the shirtless man's right fist hit a straight line, struck the sandbag backwards, held this position for a moment, and then withdrew his hand, the apprentices and martial arts disciples around him gradually stopped talking, the big man turned around and took the towel from an apprentice and wiped his sweat, his eyes swept over the woman over there, intentionally or unintentionally, after the violent boxing, the voice was still full of energy:" South Korean sticks have some bells and whistles, since the war book has been issued, we can't coax it, lose the face of the master, lose the face of the martial arts hall, dare not fight, and have nothing to do with it. ”

Xia Yi, who was standing in the crowd, recognized this ordinary-looking, but explosive man, named Chang Wu, the senior brother of the revitalization martial arts hall, when he came here to do chores, he heard that from the opening day, this person has been apprenticed here, and he has been fifteen or sixteen years, and he also has his own industry outside, and only occasionally goes back to the martial arts hall to see.

It's just that this tone made Xia Yi feel a little unhappy, he originally came to the martial arts hall to do chores, so naturally he didn't want to get involved in fights or other things, and he was about to turn around and leave, but was pulled by a martial arts disciple next to him: "Senior brother is still on fire these days, don't take it to heart, one more person, how can we be a little more imposing." ”

".......Well, it's here anyway, I'm going to sweep the floor. ”

Xia Yi thought for a while, squeezed through the crowd, and walked towards the utility room, if it weren't for the fact that it was difficult to find a job in prison, and he had just been released from prison and had no connections, he wouldn't have thought of coming here to do things at all, but on the other hand, he could barely make ends meet, after all, it was given by this job, and he still understood the truth that he couldn't forget his roots.

"Xia Yi, are you here too?"

When he was holding the broom, an old man in his fifties wearing a light cyan coat came from behind, who was the owner of this martial arts hall, and when he saw Xia Yi coming out with a broom, he nodded: "The old man is injured, his feet are a little inconvenient, they even called you over, I'm really sorry, if you don't want to get involved in this kind of thing, let's go back, I won't blame." ”

"Even if the other party wants to kick the gym, it won't be my turn. Xia Yi raised the broom in his hand, smiled and watched the owner return to the room, his eyes focused on the other party's injured right leg, and he vaguely felt that the other party was limping and walking, as if he was pretending.

After standing for a while, he turned into the back hallway and swept the floor.

The morning light blows through the street, a piece of gold, the sycamore on the side of the street swaying new leaves, a black car parked at the door of a nearby steamed bun shop, down two men, bought a few baskets of small bags, two cups of soy milk, sat down in a small square not far away, a young face, thick eyebrows and thick lips, looks about twenty-two or three, but is a relatively calm temperament, and the companion next to him is only thirty years old, loyal and honest appearance, is gnawing on the bun in his hand, the two of them chatted one by one, and the language does not seem to be rich.

"Ah Xu, I heard that you are going to be promoted to another group as the team leader?"

"...... thing that doesn't have eyes, it's just someone spreading it. ”

"You're leaving, the newcomer doesn't know if it's good to get along......"

The young man raised his head slightly, let the sun shine on his face, drove away a little of the morning chill, listened to the sound of the leaves stroking in the wind, and then changed the topic: "The corpse of the island country, and that thing were handed to it, and the results came out today, the island people were not shot and bled to death......."

The companion who chewed the bun stopped, "Someone killed him before we went down?"

"The results of the forensic examination in the group showed that the back of the neck bone was broken...... The technique is very clever, at least a skilled hand. The young man patted the other party's thigh, looked at the face of the leaves, and laughed: "So this matter is not over, I, Dongfang Xu, will definitely not leave like this, to be a man, there must be a beginning and an end, right?"

"Well, we're old colleagues too, so stay together more...... What are the groups of people doing over there?" The man next to him suddenly turned the conversation, and the young man named Dongfang Xu followed his line of sight, and a group of people wearing the words "so-and-so taekwondo gym" walked towards a martial arts gym in front of him.

"It looks like a group of South Koreans are going to kick the front pavilion, should we take care of it?" asked a colleague.

Dongfang Xu took a sip of soy milk, turned around and stuffed a small bag into his mouth, "This kind of thing is naturally in charge of the police, we have our own scope of responsibility, don't cross the line, hurry up and finish breakfast, and go to the next area to patrol." ”

A slightly chilly breeze blew through the place, and when it blew through a signboard on a dilapidated residential building, a violent vibration was heard from below, and the door plaque with the words "Revitalize the Martial Arts Hall" was shaken.

Bang.

The two open wooden doors were kicked open, and Xia Yi, who was sweeping the floor, walked out with a broom, and saw that the people on this side of the martial arts hall quickly stepped forward, looking at the fifteen South Koreans who came into the door, wearing shoes and stepping directly on the smooth floor, the only woman in the martial arts hall, Ma Lin looked at the other party's feet, frowned and shouted: "Take off your shoes!"

Some of the disciples and students here in the martial arts hall wanted to step forward, but they hesitated, but they still didn't step out, and some of them shouted indignantly: "Beat these dogs out!" Some people put on practice gloves: "What do you tell them when you break down the door, and then talk about it." ”

In the turbulent voice, Chang Wu raised his hand to ask everyone not to speak, he took off his gloves, stood side by side with the woman, glanced at the other party, clasped his hands, and looked down on the person opposite the kicking hall like a mountain, "Since you came to kick the gym, then don't say much, who will come first-"

"We also understand the rules of kicking the gym. The South Koreans led by him are in their twenties, with yellow hair mixed with black, a long face, but a round chin, and the Chinese language spoken is a little awkward, "It's not you who fight, but we will pick it!"

He stretched out his finger and swiped it across the crowd: "You...... And you..... and this lady......" directly crossed over to Senior Brother Chang Wu and pointed out the three younger disciples of the Martial Arts Pavilion in the Martial Arts Pavilion, and Senior Sister Ma Lin.

"What kind of ability is it to bully a woman, pick me!" Chang Wu took half a step and almost stuck in front of the other party.

The South Korean laughed and bowed to him politely, "Your Excellency is brave, and you have the majesty of my Korean, but kicking the gym has always been proposed by the active side, so this time the best-of-three system, and there is one I ......pick" He straightened up and pointed to the back of the crowd, "The disciple of your pavilion with a broom." ”

Everyone's stunned eyes looked back, and Xia Yi stood in place with a broomstick.

"I'm afraid that's your South Korean kicking rule...... The old man has never heard of it for so many years. ”

The owner limped out.