Chapter 3 Did it give you face?
The knock on the door echoed, and the quarrel behind the door calmed down for a moment.
"Who?
A shrill female voice came through the security door.
Zhou Xianbai didn't speak, because he heard the heavy footsteps of the heels of leather shoes hitting the solid wood floor.
A few seconds later, there was a "click" and the security door opened.
Behind the door, there was a middle-aged man in his thirties with a gloomy face, he glanced Zhou Xianbai up and down, and said impatiently:
"Who are you, what's the matter?"
Zhou Xianbai pointed to the hole in his head and spread out his hand, so that he could see the blood stains on his face and hands clearly:
"It's okay for your family to quarrel, but throwing objects in the air is too immoral, right?
"I'm walking down there, and I'm getting hurt by something you thrown!
The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed, and he said:
"You're looking for the wrong person! We don't have high-altitude throwing objects in our house!"
"No?"
Zhou Xianbai's complexion changed.
The other party actually refused to admit it directly, and did not want to take this responsibility at all.
At this time, an angry middle-aged woman rushed over:
"Get out! Get out of here, the one who wants money is called Hanako!"
"Bang!"
The security door was slammed shut.
Zhou Xianbai's face suddenly sank.
If it weren't for his luck and ability enhancement, he would have been stoned to death just now, but now, the other party doesn't even want to take any responsibility.
"Bang bang bang!"
He raised his hand again and knocked on the door.
"! How many more times do you want me to say it?"
From behind the door came the hoarse roar of a man:
"Stinky idiot, get out of here! I don't have time to pay attention to you now!"
Zhou Xianbai laughed angrily:
"Okay, okay, did I give you face?"
He took two steps back, spun around, twisted his waist, and kicked the door hard.
The strength of a martial artist is not only physique, but also a variety of explosive martial arts, even if it is a martial artist, he can easily burst out twice the basic strength.
Zhou Xianbai's body coordination has also been strengthened by Sen Rong's axe, and his combat power is already a real martial arts realm, if he punches with all his strength, the explosive power is close to five hundred kilograms.
And the strength of the legs, even if there is a limit to the force, is at least three times the strength of the arms!
In other words, Zhou Xianbai's ordinary kick burst out with a force of one and a half tons, which can kick the tiger to death and the car to fly with one kick!
"Boom!"
After a heavy loud bang, the security door immediately began to crack and deform when it touched this foot, revealing the thin steel plate inside.
"Click!"
The door lock was directly broken by the violent explosive force, and the security door was broken open with one foot and smashed against the wall, making a loud bang.
"What?"
In the living room, the two people who were still arguing were immediately startled, and a trace of horror appeared on their faces.
Zhou Xianbai retracted his legs and slowly walked in from the door.
"It's you!"
The middle-aged man's complexion changed, and the middle-aged woman next to him screamed:
"What do you want to do? Jiansheng, call the police, call the police!"
"You little brute, I warn you not to mess around, our family is ......"
The middle-aged man's face twitched, and he looked at Zhou Xianbai who was approaching, and suddenly turned around and slapped the woman in the face.
"Shut up, you shrew!"
This slap, he was angry, the middle-aged woman's cheeks immediately rose high and swollen, the whole person was beaten around a few times, rolled to the ground, dizzy, and did not breathe for a long time.
The middle-aged man quickly turned around, looked at Zhou Xianbai, barely smiled on his face, bent over, and said with a low smile:
"I'm sorry, this little brother, I have no eyes and have made amends to you!"
"I will pay for the medical expenses, I will pay for ......it!
At the same time, the middle-aged man's heart was roaring:
"Wusheng, this kid must be Wusheng, a member of the genius class!"
How much explosive power is needed to kick the security door into deformation and cracking, and shatter the thumb-thick steel door lock?
He knew very well that the one who could become a martial artist at this age must be a member of the genius class of a nearby high school, a reserve of martial arts top students!
This kind of character, either the powerful and rich in resources in the family, or the genius among the common people, is not offended by him!
"Oh?"
Zhou Xianbai raised his eyebrows and sneered.
Bullying the soft and being afraid of the hard is a common disease of people, if he does not show his strength, can the other party still speak in such a low voice?
"Sure enough, strength is the most important! I became a martial artist, and my status instantly rose several levels!"
He sighed a little in his heart, then thought for a while, and said:
"I don't want more, three thousand dollars!"
After going to the hospital for examination, plus the cost of bandaging treatment, as well as nutrition expenses, he estimated that 3,000 yuan was more reasonable.
It is true that he lacks money, but it is not his style to obtain property by blackmailing others.
"Three...... Three thousand?"
The middle-aged man was stunned.
He had done it all, but the other party opened his mouth and asked for 108,000 at a time, so he could only swallow his anger and find a way afterwards.
As a result, the other party only needed 3,000 yuan......
"Why, do you think it's too much?"
The middle-aged man was full of excitement, reacted, and said in a loud voice:
"No more, no more! I'll get it for you, you wait, you wait!"
With that, he turned around and hurried into the bedroom, and half a minute later, ran out with a wad of red bills.
"This is 5,000 yuan, and there are an additional 2,000 yuan, which is considered my compensation for your mental damages......
"Really?"
Zhou Xianbai glanced at him, but did not refuse, and reached out to take the wad of money.
Except for a certain father surnamed Ma thirty years ago, no one must not care about money, of course he will not think that he has a lot of money, anyway, the other party took the initiative to give more.
He put the money in his pocket, turned and left.
"I advise you to stop throwing things down. ”
"If you really kill someone, it won't be solved for thousands of dollars!"