The street lights are not lit and the streets are a little dim.

The beef ramen restaurant is cozy, with orange light bulbs hanging in the middle and swaying slightly, and Kyoto is not everywhere opulent.

Two large bowls of ramen, two men sitting opposite each other.

It's just that the man in the suit is immersed in his head and eats violently, and the big man looks like he is crying, looking at the ramen in his hand and feeling uneasy.

"I just talked to the girl, and you turned off the computer for me."

Ban Cun said unhappily: "You exchanged my flower blossom wealth for two bowls of beef noodles." ”

"You have strangled my happiness in the cradle."

Jiang Yang ate quickly, and a bowl of noodles quickly bottomed out.

When I looked up, I saw Ban Cun holding the bowl of noodles without speaking, and directly reached over to take his bowl: "Do you want to eat?" ”

"Eat."

Bancun held the bowl in his arms and said aggrievedly: "This is a bowl of noodles in exchange for my happiness, I will eat ......"

After that, he picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat noodles, but the bowl in his hand disappeared.

"Smack!!"

The noodle bowl was thrown out directly, the porcelain of the bowl was shattered, the beef noodles were shattered, and the heart of Bancun was also broken.

"Rich ......"

Bancun looked at the "corpse" of the bowl of noodles in a daze, and his heart was like a knife.

The red-haired young man led a group of people to directly surround the table, and the shopkeeper hurriedly ran back to the table when he saw this, picked up the landline and whispered to the police.

"Brother Zhen, it's them."

The teenagers stepped out of the way, only to see a young man in a black studded jacket with his hair standing upside down, who looked like a contributor to the jelly water industry, striding in, carrying a baseball bat in his hand, and knocking on it every time he passed a table.

Many noodle eaters were shocked when they saw this, and they didn't want half of the noodles in the bowl, so they picked up the things and slipped away.

This person's name is Xiong Zhen, the newly rising "stubborn master" in Dongcheng, although he is less than thirty years old, but he can take a group of hairy children to fight with those old guns, what is surprising is that no matter how decent those old guns used to be, they will bow their heads after contacting Xiong Zhen.

Over time, Xiong Zhen's reputation spread in Dongcheng, especially the rollerblading masters in the square and those young people in society, who were proud to follow Xiong Zhen's "mix". If you can say that Xiong Zhen is my eldest brother outside, you can almost walk sideways in Dongcheng.

When his reputation sounds, more people know him.

In this area of Dongcheng, there is almost no one who does not know about Xiong Zhen.

He's so ostentatious that almost everyone has seen him. At this time, at night, when he came out to move, wherever he appeared, there would be trouble.

So when he led people into the ramen restaurant, almost all the diners' first reaction was: run.

"Look up and I'll see."

Xiong Zhen put one end of the baseball bat on the table and looked down at the board.

Obviously, for the two people at this table, the big man of the board inch makes him subconsciously think that he is the most threatening, and it is also the "head" of the two people.

Bancun stared blankly at the bowl of noodles: "Rich ......"

The red-haired young man slammed the table: "Brother Zhen is talking to you!" Are you deaf?! ”

"Rich ......"

Ban Cun muttered, turned his head to look at Xiong Zhen, and slowly stood up.

"Oops, hey, misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

Jiang Yang stood up, hugged the board inch, and pressed down his raised arm.

The red-haired youth pointed to his head and said, "Misunderstanding?!" I got 20 stitches, and you told me it was a misunderstanding? ”

Xiong Zhen shook his neck and pressed a baseball bat against Jiang Yang's chest: "Where are you bastard?" ”

Jiang Yang smiled slightly: "I didn't come out to mix. ”

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Xiong Zhen turned his head and spat on the ground, and said with a smile: "Then what are you pretending to be with me here?" You're the one who beat my brother, right? ”

Jiang Yang shook his head and patted Bancun's shoulder: "He hit it, I didn't do it." ”

"Okay."

Xiong Zhen nodded, shook the baseball bat in his hand, and then said, "Put this big man down for me first." ”

As soon as these words came out, the teenagers instantly took out the guy and directly blocked the ramen restaurant.

"I'm here!"

Jiang Yang suddenly shouted towards the door.

Xiong Zhen and the teenagers were shocked, and when they turned around, they found that the door was empty, and there was nothing except some people who were watching the excitement of eating melons.

"I'm talking to you, boy."

A gust of cold wind hit, and the large porcelain bowl with half a bowl of beef soup in Jiang Yang's hand had already "clicked" on Xiong Zhen's head.

"Smack!!

Xiong Zhen was directly shot out of a stagger, one stood unsteadily and shook a few times, the teenagers hurriedly stepped forward to hold on, only to see that Brother Zhen's head was full of bowls of stubble, broth and vegetable leaves, and the hair fixed by the gel water was wet with broth, and it was no longer firm, and it was lying on its stomach softly against the scalp, which was called an embarrassment.

The process from taking the bowl to dunking is just a blink of an eye, the movements are skillful and smooth, and the strength is not ordinary, just like playing basketball, because Jiang Yang jumped up and smashed it, just like a dunk.

"I ...... The second Olympic ......! ”

Xiong Zhen touched his head with a shocked face, looked at the broth and vegetable leaves on his hands, and then turned into anger, stared at Jiang Yang and Bancun and said, "Let me die!! ”

The Great War is imminent!

Jiang Yang took the lead in jumping onto the table, picked up a bench and opened his bow left and right, sweeping and splitting, and for a while these teenagers couldn't get close.

On the other hand, the board is a little miserable, although it has advantages in size, height and strength, but it can't stand the other side.

At times like this, all the free fighting MMA players stand aside, and Wang Baquan is the right way.

Imagine the Chinese network

This group of people squeezed up with their lives, and they didn't give you any chance to show their fighting skills at all, and the people who were screaming rushed up without their lives, and the guys in their hands didn't have long eyes.

People don't tell you the rules, what's not allowed to insert eyes, not kick the crotch, not hit the throat, not at all, and they greet these places everywhere, obviously to beat the two of them to death.

"Board inch! Run!! ”

Jiang Yang picked up the stool and smashed it on the heads of the two young men who were holding the arms of the board, which gave him a room to breathe.

Bancun is like a gorilla besieged by a group of monkeys, in a small space, the arms can't stretch their legs and can't kick straight, there are several hanging on their bodies, and they also hold several on their legs.

"The door is blocked!"

Ban Cun grabbed a teenager's neck, and pressed him directly against the wall with a group of people.

The muscles of the enraged Itachi right arm bulged and punched the young man in the stomach.

As if struck by lightning, the boy slid off the wall with his stomach in his hands, and could no longer stand up.

"You've got it!"

Xiong Zhen held a baseball bat and pointed to Jiang Yangdao who was standing on the table.

This man was so shameless that he ran to the table and drew an arc on the stool there, drawing a tiger and a tiger, and he couldn't get close to it for a while.

A group of people below could only stare dryly, Xiong Zhen was smashed by him and hated in his heart, full of thoughts about revenge.

Jiang Yang waved the stool and said, "You have a kind of coming up!" ”