The fat man's face sank, these people were too much. As soon as I saw the face, I didn't even give a chance to say hello, and I started to fight when I came up!

Not only that, but also a sneak attack! Where's your face, old man?

Although the other party was fast and as fast as the wind, he was still captured by the fat man. It is old and respectable. But if you don't behave well, you won't be treated as a person!

For a junior, he also used despicable tricks, so he could really knead it wantonly?

The fat man was still a little uncertain in his heart, although he made up his mind and was ready to put on an uncle's style, which could not be looked down upon. It's better to be a madman than to pretend to be a grandson. At the very least, it will leave the impression of a strong person to the other party. Bai Qi's predecessors were very arrogant when they were alive, and everyone in the world was a chicken and a dog, and no one paid attention to it. Where he is, the sky has to be second.

Since he bears the name of the heir, of course, he can't behave like a weak chicken. The temperament is different, but the madness is the same.

But thinking about it, when he really wanted to meet, he still had some hesitation and hesitation, after all, he was still young and his knowledge and experience were very limited. I don't know what to say in the first sentence, whether to wait for the other party to say hello, or if he speaks first. Now, good. Everything is saved.

Young man, firepower, impulsive personality, just a little bit.

And now the fat man is still very nervous, his nerves are tense, and he can't stand the stimulation. Now that he was attacked by surprise, he was like a powder keg, and he immediately exploded.

No matter who you are, if you dare to hit me, then I will demolish you!

The fat man was very annoyed, and the fire poured into his eyes, and a chill flashed in his slightly narrow eyes.

It seems that when stealing chickens, the fox who was found by the owner's family was extremely responsive.

Draw an arc with your left leg back, exert force at your waist, sink your center of gravity to your right hip, take your right leg as the axis, twist your body, and rotate your body sideways. The knee that came from the impact of the fierce wind was pressed against his chin, and the round chin was scratched on the spot, oozing blood, and it was hot. By twisting his waist and sideways, the muscles of his right arm, which were instantly clenched into fists, tensed, stretched straight into the opponent's crotch, and slammed upward.

The tense muscles wrap around the bones, and the fat man himself has a lot of strength. That arm was as hard as a stick, from the bottom up, and the forearm slammed into the opponent's lower gear/part. It is a forbidden place for men to touch, and it is as fatal to the human body as the temples, Tibetan ears, Adam's apple cartilage, chest center, armpits, etc. Hit hard, either dead or wounded.

The fat man also controlled his strength, but the man who was also embarrassed let out a strong snort, the emaciated and old face was instantly distorted and deformed, his forehead was dripping with sweat, his face was pale, and the fists that were poured into the fat man's ears had to temporarily change his moves, and he withdrew halfway, subconsciously covering his crotch.

But his movements are not as fast as the fat man, and the fat man performs continuous movements, since he plans to dismantle him, he will not achieve his goal, and his speed will not be reduced.

After pouring the muscles and forming an iron arm, he cut in with his body, and his shoulders were against the opponent's lower gear, falling in the eyes of outsiders, as if the old man was riding on the shoulders of the fat man. The fat man folded his arms back, hugged the root of the thigh on the other party's shoulder, and clasped his five fingers on the lymph nodes connected to his abdomen and thighs, and his fingers were as hard as iron hooks, almost buckled into the flesh.

The place where the thumb is pressed is the aorta. This artery is pressed and stuck, which is equivalent to the blood flow being cut off, and the blood flow is not smooth, and the leg will be sore, and then lose its intuition.

At the same time, the fat man's left hand quickly attached to the inside of the opponent's thigh muscles, like a boneless five fingers beating flexibly, as if pressing the piano keys, playing the piano in general, with a dizzying speed along the whole leg from top to bottom, until the ankle position, and then the five fingers buckled, just listen to a "click" sound, with the right shoulder to stay, and then the body straightened, just violently slid along the waist/hips to the right shoulder, sprayed out, violently shook upward, the rapid force hit, the old man was thrown far away, volleyed down, smashed into the crowd opposite. There was an uproar.

From the other side's sneak attack, to throwing the attacker out, the whole process was almost in the blink of an eye, and the battle was over before the people at the back of the crowd could figure out what was happening in front of them.

As if nothing had happened, the fat man wiped the corners of his clothes on his shoulders, smoothed out the folds, shook his hand and dusted his chest a few times, and the corners of one side of his mouth curled coldly, with an indifferent expression. The eyes were full of contempt.

……

There is a hidden contradiction in the personality of the fat man.

It's easy to talk and discuss, he is shyer than anyone else, and his smile will be very kind. People who are fat themselves have a sense of joy, the face is fleshy, and the eyebrows, eyes and facial features can be good, and almost no one will hate it. The fat man has a good grasp of the first greeting to a stranger.

The so-called reach out and don't hit the smiling person. Ever since he had made friends with Miss Mitori and their friends, he had become much more cheerful, and he didn't live in the little world he had drawn up like before. When you meet the elderly, you greet the elders first, and when you meet your peers, you also smile before you say anything.

A white and chubby, shy smile, shy personality, etiquette, and cultured teenager, this is the impression that the fat man left on everyone before he disappeared.

At that time, he was very pure from the inside out, very easy to understand, and easy to be seen through. But since he was kidnapped, and then to the two years of training on Junk Star, he has learned a lot of things, and his personality has also changed very much. After joining the army, the personality changes are even greater.

Encounters make people mature. Too much stimulation can also make people grow and mature quickly. A series of encounters since joining the army has, to some extent, played a catalytic role. There is no buffer time, and the fat man is continuously stimulated step by step to the present.

Maybe he didn't realize it himself, but in fact, his current personality is very unstable, and the way he does things is also following his personality. When it comes to stimuli, it's easy to go to extremes.

Good people, or turn into beasts, in his thoughts.

Especially when he is nervous, when he encounters too much external stimulus, the side of the beast will come to his head and dominate his thinking, which in turn will affect his way of behaving.

When the fat man used to laugh, he would feel very cordial, and the joy of reunion would come to his face.

But the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned now, and the smile outlined by his fat face is very cold. Especially in the eyes, the whites of the eyes are almost invisible, and the black pupils have become several times larger than usual. It's full of indifference, a disregard for life. Now even if someone dies in front of his eyes, the death is very miserable, the body is incomplete, torn apart, and the flesh is blurred, and he doesn't blink his eyelids.

The whole person is now in a very strange state, calm and terrible, and terrifying.

He was alone, and there were dozens of people opposite. But he doesn't have any fear at all now, and from another point of view, the other side of him doesn't have a ...... Living!

If they need to, they will die soon, they will all die......

The hands hanging on the side of the legs, all ten fingers are beating, not the fat man is controlling, but the fingers are shaking by themselves, the amplitude is not large, the speed is sometimes fast and sometimes slow. It's like ten snakes ready to probe and devour people!

……

Old Colonel Browns reached out to stop the impulsive young men behind him, a cold look that suppressed their angry anger. With an inexplicable sharp light in his deep eyes, he quickly swept over the fat man six or seven meters away.

They're still in the passage, and the fat man is still in that huge space. Neither side crossed the line, and the distinction was clear.

The door was open, but a shallow dent of a few centimeters neatly grooved down the door divided the inside and outside of the door into two worlds.

Surrounded by people, young men with fire-breathing eyes, angry and trying to teach the daring "native" a lesson.

Although they claim to be "remnants", they have a very high level of science and technology. An era ahead of the exterior space. They were born on the planet "Hope", where they grew up, learned, and brought their own superiority. Therefore, in their eyes, the outer space is a barbarian area, and the people in the external space are indigenous.

Surrounded by a crowd. With a pale face and sweat dripping from his forehead, the old man lying in the arms of others was a hero who had participated in the battle of the Defense Line of the Gods. Respectable veteran. Now that they have been defeated by an aborigine, they can't accept this kind of ending. No one cares if the old man sneaks up on him or not, if he behaves inappropriately. What I care about is that the indigenous lawlessness and don't know how to respect the elderly. There must be a lesson!

There was a fat old man who took off his military hat and was almost bald, showing the legs of the short old man lying in the arms of others, reaching out and kneading and pressing them everywhere on his legs, asking this and that from time to time, his face became more and more grim, and his face began to sweat, sweat flowed down the wrinkles on his forehead to his temples, down his temporal bones to the corners of his eyes, and then down the corners of his eyes to his chin, and then to his hands.

Finally, he looked dejected, sighed, turned his head to the old colonel Browns, who leaned over, and said, "Old Bull's leg is not his." Starting from the hip bone, all the joints of the whole leg are dismantled and removed, and some of the muscles in the thigh area are also deboned, which is hard to believe if you don't see it with your own eyes, which is not in line with medical common sense. If he didn't think of a treatment in a hurry, the periosteum of his leg and the joints between the bone sutures and joints would gradually turn black and the muscles would die. This leg of his, alas, can only be amputated. As for whether he can save his life, it depends on the situation. ”

Although the short old man known as Lao Bull turned pale with pain, trembled all over, and sweated like water, there was no resentment in his expression, and even a little admiration, and said weakly: "No wonder there is a dare to take the name of the god of war, that kid has a set." I was the first to sneak attack, and I should have this report. ”

"Uncle Bull, please wait, I will avenge you." Mu Tianpeng squeezed in from behind the crowd and said loudly.

"Yes, Uncle Bull, that kid is so arrogant that he actually did this to you. The means are extremely insidious, and the heart is so bad, you should be punished! ”

Filled with righteous indignation, noisy and shouting, everyone wanted to reach out and avenge Old Boer. The sound is so loud that it is difficult for fat people to hear it. The sneer at the corner of his mouth was even worse. His eyes were also more dangerous, and there seemed to be a flashing knife inside. It's cold.

A faint voice sounded, "Fatty, you have a killing machine!" There's no need to be like this, it's okay to teach you a lesson, it's okay to put on a posture, but it's enough to kill someone. Once the blood is met, there will be no room for maneuver between the two sides, and there will be hatred that is difficult to resolve, and in that case, the meaning of this meeting will be lost. Do you understand? ”

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and muttered: "Whether or not the dead people are not me, but them." With that, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the other side.

His seemingly arrogant action made the young people opposite more angry, and the gaze of the fat man was extremely unkind.