"Great!"

Meng Ti responded with a smile, stood aside and took out his mobile phone, turned on the video recording function and started shooting.

The dozen or so young men who came were all wearing the same clothes, with the words "Hanfeng Taekwondo Hall" printed on them, and it seemed that they were a group of people who practiced taekwondo.

They ran over under the leadership of the young man, and the young man pointed at Zhong Yuan and said, "It's this guy, give me a beating of the beating!"

Seeing someone fighting, the people who were exercising in the park in the morning suddenly became excited, showing the nature of Chinese people who love to watch the excitement, and immediately onlooked, and even some people took out their mobile phones and started recording like Meng Ti.

Among them, there were people who had stopped Zhong Yuan, and they were even happier when they saw this scene, and some even whispered: "That guy is too immoral, he should teach him a lesson." ”

A young man with a height of more than 1.8 meters in the group rushed over first, slapped Zhong Yuan's face and slapped it down, and scolded in his mouth: "Are you very capable of holding hair? ”

Meng Ti took a video with his mobile phone, Zhong Yuan originally wanted to take a punch first and then fight back, so that even if he entered the police station, he would be able to talk, but when he saw this guy coming up, he slapped his face, so he couldn't take this blow.

He waved his arm to block the slap, looking extremely angry, and a little unconcealed fear, and said, "You...... You guys...... Why do you hit people as soon as you come up?"

"Hit you, that's light, I'm going to kick you!"

The young man who rushed up said, raised his leg and kicked out, hitting Zhong Yuan's heart, kicking him out more than two meters at once, and falling to the ground.

"Okay! Brother Wang's foot is beautiful!"

There was a cheer from behind him.

"Well kicked!"

Some old men and women in the crowd also let out such cheers.

Zhong Yuan was lying on the ground and heard the applause of those old men and old ladies, and he was very helpless, thinking: "In my last life, I must have thrown their children into the well." ”

The young man who kicked him walked up to him and stepped on his chest: "Mouth, you-"

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Yuan hugged his legs with both hands, threw him back, and pulled vigorously, he stood unsteadily, stumbled forward, fell to the ground, and his forehead was bleeding.

"Good fall!"

The crowd of onlookers shouted again.

"This guy still dares to fight back, let's go up together and kill him!"

The dozen or so young men were furious and rushed towards Zhong Yuan one by one.

Zhong Yuan straightened up a carp, stood up, and said angrily: "You guys who learn stick kung fu have made inch, haven't you? Let me show you how great Huaxia kung fu is today!"

As he spoke, a young man rushed in front of him, slashed down with one palm, and kicked over with another twisting waist and kicking, all of which were standard taekwondo movements, bringing out a snapping sound, which looked very sharp.

I have to say that the taekwondo of the stick country is still good in terms of ornamentation.

However, in Zhong Yuan's eyes, it is no different from the embroidered legs of Huaquan, and there are flaws everywhere.

He kicked the two of them a few meters away with ease, disabling their fighting power.

"Kick well! Kick to death these unscrupulous descendants who learn stick kung fu!"

There was another cheer from the crowd.

Originally, Zhong Yuan was hated by many people here for "bullying the elderly", but when he said that he wanted to fight Huaxia Kung Fu against stick kung fu, he immediately received the support of many patriots.

The vast majority of Chinese people have a surging patriotic heart, and this emotion can even surpass everything in many cases.

"Beat these unscrupulous descendants!"

Most of them shouted like this, but also the elderly.

They felt that for the sake of national righteousness, they could forgive this young man who did not know how to respect the elderly.

At this time, Zhong Yuan was already surrounded by those people.

More than a dozen people beat up one person, no matter how you look at Zhong Yuan, there is no possibility of winning, although those onlookers were moved by Zhong Yuan's patriotic slogans, but all they could do was to cheer on the side, not rush up to help.

But Zhong Yuan didn't need their help.

When it comes to one-on-one, those young people who learn taekwondo still have a little discipline in fighting, and when they rush up, all they can use is the oldest boxing in China - Wang Baquan.

They beat Zhong Yuan with Wang Ba's fists with their teeth and claws, but they also hit Zhong Yuan a few times, but they did not cause harm to Zhong Yuan.

And every time Zhong Yuan made a move, there was a person who lost his combat effectiveness and lay on the ground screaming.

"Peng", with a wave of palm, slashed at the back of a young man, who was paralyzed and fell to the ground.

"Pounce", an elbow back, struck under the ribs of a young man who tried to hold him in the back, the young man took two steps back, his face was pale, he sat on the ground, and could not get up again.

"Bang", kicked out, kicked at the waist of a young man next to him, and kicked the young man more than two meters away.

Zhong Yuan punched and kicked, and in less than a minute, the dozen or so young people who rushed up were all knocked to the ground by him.

This is still because Zhong Yuan doesn't want to hurt people and get into trouble, so he controls his strength, and his speed is a little slow, otherwise these people would have become a bunch of dead people, where would they still be able to hit themselves?

After all, in public, it's not good to behave too perverted.

However, one person fights more than a dozen people, and he solves the opponent so quickly, in the eyes of onlookers, this is already very perverted.

"Well played!"

"Huaxia Kung Fu is amazing!"

There was a sudden burst of cheers around them.

Chinese Kung Fu defeated the stick kung fu with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying, everyone watched it very enjoyable, and the national pride "Peng" was like a burning gasoline, which quickly ignited.

Zhong Yuan arched his hand around, as a thank you for their support, and then exchanged glances with Meng Ti, and was ready to leave.

"Do you want to leave like this when you hit someone?"

Someone among the young men who fell to the ground shouted like that.

Zhong Yuan took Meng Ti's mobile phone and shook it: "Here is evidence that you did it first, if you want to call the police, feel free." I'm a security guard at Rainbow Garden, and now I'm going to work, so I don't have time to pay attention to you. My name is Zhong Yuan, what do you want, I'll accompany you!"

After saying that, the two of them ran away.

Behind them, there is a discussion:

"The security guards of Hongjing Garden? The security guards in the community are so powerful, are the requirements for being security guards so high now?"

"The security guards in Hongjing Garden are awesome! With such powerful security guards, it should be very safe to live in, right? How did you hear that this is the place where thefts occur most frequently?"

"I live in Hongjing Garden, why haven't I heard of such a powerful security guard in the community?"

"No wonder that little brother looks a little familiar, it turns out to be the security guard of our community. Hey, Zhong Yuan? Isn't that the name of the security guard who was struck by lightning last time?"

In Pinghu Park on this day, "Zhongyuan" has become a hot word.