Chapter 40: A Tooth for a Tooth
Chen Youtuo asked where Liang Ming was, the savage billiards hall on Donghua Road. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
At this time, Chen You was standing downstairs in the savage billiards hall, he squinted at the signboard of the billiard hall, and then stepped up the stairs.
There were very few customers in the billiard hall at this time, and Chen You could see that the people who were playing billiards at the six tables and chatting with beer next to them were all Liang Ming's people. Most of them had wounds on their faces or bodies, and it seemed that the blade fire didn't make them feel too good.
He saw Liang Ming at a glance, with a cigarette in his mouth, happily describing something to his friend, probably talking about the humiliation of Sword Fire last night.
Chen You approached, Liang Ming saw it, and restrained his smile. His guys also noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and turned their heads to look at Chen You.
Chen You had a smile on his face: "Liang Ming, I didn't expect you to get a haircut?" ā
"Are you ......?" Liang Ming took a cigarette in his mouth and squinted at Chen You through the smoke, "Oh! You are the Chen You of the 601 team! ā
He clapped his hands and walked over with a billiard cue: "What's the matter?" You want to shave your head too? ā
In the billiard room, Liang Ming's people burst into a burst of laughter.
Chen You was not annoyed: "I don't need a haircut, I just want to fight with you or something." ā
Liang Ming's eyes widened, revealing an extremely mocking expression, as if Chen You, who came alone, was a madman: "You? Want to fight us? ā
Looking at Chen You's not very strong body, the group burst into laughter again.
"How did you fight?" Liang Ming was full of banter, "Are we going to beat you together, or are you going to fight one by one?" ā
Chen You smiled and said, "It's not long, you guys are good together." ā
Liang Ming snorted and threw the cigarette butt on the ground: "You can sing "Cowboy is Busy", right?" ā
Liang Ming and the others all put down the things in their hands and turned to face Chen You.
At this time, in the billiard hall, an outsider was attracted and watched from a distance with a billiard cue. He had a delicate beard and a shirt that was worth a lot of money.
Chen You then said indifferently: "You can't be here, this is where others do business." ā
"Okay, you said where you wanted to lie down."
"Right behind this billiard hall, how about the vacant land that has just been demolished?"
Liang Ming and the guys all shouted, they thought the current situation was too interesting.
"I'll wait for you." Chen You threw down a sentence and went downstairs.
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Liang Ming took more than 20 people and slowly walked to the open space. Although they had an absolute advantage in numbers, they were still quite vigilant, and a few junior brothers were looking around to see if there was an ambush. After making sure that there was no one around, a group of people gradually gathered around.
Chen You had already put on a light battle shell at this time, but the visor was open, and his face was exposed. He was standing in the middle of the clearing, turning his wrists and ankles, warming up.
Liang Ming looked at Chen You's outfit and looked up: "What's the matter?" Anime cosplay gear all on? ā
"Yes," Chen You nodded, "Cosplay during the battle, and fight with great spirit." ā
Liang Ming and his gang laughed so hard that their stomachs hurt, and they had already decided in their hearts that Chen You was a severe middle and second disease patient, and his condition was so serious that he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, so he thought that he could beat them by wearing the costumes of anime characters. But they weren't going to just let go of a person who provoked them, even if it was a psychopath.
"Iron Man, can we copy the guy?" Liang Ming had an inquiring look, but he was actually ridiculing.
Chen You: "Come, let me come." ā
Liang Ming couldn't help but smile again: "I actually admire you now." More than two dozen people came up with steel pipes, billiard cues, sticks and bricks.
Chen You closed his armor: "You will admire it even more later." ā
An iron rod swept towards Chen You's head, and Chen You didn't dodge, and the iron rod and head armor made a sonorous sound. A military-grade light warshell that is completely defenseless against a physical attack of this magnitude.
Chen You kicked the attacker in the stomach, and the external power muscles of the light battle shell contracted and exploded with his movements, tripling the force of the blow, and the attacker was kicked and flew backwards two meters.
Liang Ming and his gang were all stunned, and the people standing nearby were even more dumbfounded, and the atmosphere was a little cold for a while, but they still rushed up with a national scolding despite the large number of people.
Chen You didn't block, and let all kinds of weapons and fists hit his battle shell one after another, and the battle shell was not damaged in the slightest. He methodically beat them one by one under the siege of the crowd, this one punching down, the other kicking and shattering the ribs.
Among them, there is a practitioner with excellent leg skills, seeing that the situation is very wrong, he directly swept his leg and hit Chen You's head with ten percent of his strength, this kick to the head of ordinary people may be fatal, even if he is wearing a battle shell, he still kicks Chen You stumbling. To catch up with another kick, the action prediction system built into the battle shell reminded Chen You, Chen You grabbed the leg that swept over, and punched him in the knee, "Martial arts are not practiced, garbage!" The punch dented the knee. Lian Jiazi's face turned white, Chen You took a step, and simply picked up this Lian Jiazi as a weapon, and knocked several people around him to the ground.
After throwing away the "weapon", the remaining guys were still bloody, did not run away, and still had to fight. It seems that yesterday the use of crowd tactics brought down the blade fire, giving them blind confidence.
Liang Ming saw that something was wrong, and was about to retreat to the back of the crowd, but Chen You walked over as if he was walking through a corridor under the heavy blows that fell one after another, without any reaction, and put a hand on Liang Ming's shoulder: "Don't go first." Then he kicked Liang Ming's calf with a sweep of his legs, making him lie on the ground holding his legs.
Next, Chen You planned to be more serious, put on a posture, and another practitioner swung a punch, Chen You directly grabbed his fist, and with a little force, he crushed his fist, "Hooligans know martial arts, right?" Chen You slapped the other party with a mouthful, "Hooligans know martial arts, right?" Another slap, and the other party had already collapsed to the ground.
Then, Chen You caught every weapon or fist that attacked, if it was a weapon, he grabbed it directly and hit it back, and if it was a fist, he gave a crushing massage.
In the blink of an eye, only five people from Liang Ming's gang were still standing.
The five men looked at their wailing comrades, their minds calmed down, and as soon as they calmed down, fear slowly surfaced, and they turned to flee. Chen You didn't intend to let anyone involved in last night's blade fire incident just leave, he caught up a few steps, pulled back with his collar and fell to the ground one by one.
Including Liang Ming, more than 20 people all lay down in the open space and wailed with their injuries, a scene that was quite rare. Chen You patted his hands and ashes, picked up the backpack that was placed aside and began to rummage.
Liang Ming saw that Chen You was rummaging things, and felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Big brother, I was wrong, let me go, big brother!" ā
Chen You asked coldly while flipping, "Then did you let go of the blade fire last night?" ā
Liang Ming thought that Chen You would turn out some weapon to kill himself, but he didn't expect Chen You to take out a radio push clipper.
Chen You hugged Liang Ming's head, and Liang Ming cried: "Don't, don't!" ā
The electric clipper made a buzzing vibration sound, and Liang Ming saw that begging for mercy was fruitless, so he changed his vicious tone: "Chen You, if you dare to touch my hair, I will definitely find a way to kill you." ā
Chen You, who was still hesitating, shaved Liang Ming's hair, pushed the electric scissors and put them in his bag, and left.
Everything that happened in this open space just now was seen by a middle-aged man standing in the back window of the second floor of the billiard room in the distance, the man had a delicate beard and a thin body wearing a custom-made expensive shirt.