Chapter 133: Competition
Hearing that the other party was going to challenge himself, Wesley raised his eyebrows: "Such a simple matter, why don't you just find me, or let Bruce find me." At least I can still listen to him. β
Philip sighed: "Originally, I thought I wouldn't look for you. But this year, the vice principal who has the right to decide the final candidate will be the one who happens to be on duty in your Giant Bear Division, so he can't get around you.
In addition, men, there are always some things that they want to do by themselves.
Looking for Bruce is no different than looking for my grandfather.
And if Bruce goes straight to the door, it is likely that everyone will make a fuss, and maybe it will eventually evolve into a confrontation between the mad lion and the giant bear, which cannot be transferred by the will of you and me.
No matter who wins or loses, it will affect my next plan.
You see how good it is now, we have said everything that needs to be said in private, and you and I are only representing individuals, not families. β
Wesley understood what he meant, but he still didn't let go, but sneered, "You have a lot of ideas for the next step." Didn't you think that if you took advantage of my sister, our harmony wouldn't hurt?"
With that, he stepped forward, his hands clenched into fists, and there was a gurgling and grinding sound in the thick joints.
"To be clear, I may have taken advantage of her a little, but my invitation was genuine.
As you can see, my band really needs her, she's more talented than you think. β
"You two can't, maybe the other sons of the Giant Bear and the Wild Lion can, but you two can't.
Although the Marquis of Noe has a good relationship with your grandfather, he will not watch our two families marry. β
Wesley glanced back at Christina, who wasn't far away, and warned.
Philip expressed in a sincere tone: "I know, don't worry. β
Wesley looked at Lin Yun and nodded in agreement with what he said, but he took another step forward and stared at Philip.
"I think you can relate to what it's like for your sister to be taken advantage of.
Your cousin and I have fought countless times since I was a child, but every time I let you dodge this little slippery head.
Let me weigh you up today. β
Philip also began to move his hands and feet, and called the two girls over and stuffed them into the back door of the bar.
Then he turned to Wesley and said, "Why don't we change the way, there are ready-made targets over there, see who can knock down more?"
When Wesley turned around, he saw that on the other side of the alley, a dozen big men were walking menacingly, all with hideous faces and sticks.
"Coming at you?" he asked.
Philip nodded with a wry smile and replied, "It seems that Thor's bastard is very strict-mouthed, and my makeup skills are also good." These are supposed to be Thor's opponents, knowing that I'm performing here tonight, and want to teach me a lesson.
It's just the right time to come now, and it's not in vain that I've waited so long. β
Wesley raised an eyebrow and asked, "You already knew?"
"Yes, didn't our drummer leave ahead of time just now, I guess I took them around for a long time, and now I have to react, so being a thug also requires IQ.
I'm just afraid to disturb our communication. Philip looked innocent.
"Hehe, it's kind of interesting, it's been a long time since I've had a chance to fight, so let's relax tonight. Wesley took off his coat and threw it on the ground, moving his shoulders and wrists.
Before the two of them caught up, they both waved their hands in a certain direction nearby, and then walked towards the group of big men together.
"Keep it up, it's better not to die. Wesley asked.
βCALLγ Philip nodded, and replied crisply.
The moment he turned his head, his eyes became fierce and fierce.
Dodging the oncoming stick, his right elbow swept across, and accurately hit the jaw of the big man in front of him.
There was a "click", and I don't know if it was a broken neck or a broken jaw, and the big man fell to the ground without saying a word, without a sound.
"One. Philip shouted the number and quickly rushed to the second.
The two big men picked him up from the left and the right, and the wooden sticks in their hands smashed into his arm with the sound of the wind.
Philip kicked his feet and rushed into the arms of the big man on his right, causing both sticks to lose their angles.
When he repeated his old trick and slammed into the left again, the big man on the right clutched his chest and fell backwards.
The mouth made a desperate inhalation sound, trying in vain to get oxygen into his lungs.
But his chest seemed to be completely suffocated, and he couldn't make it expand with all his strength, and when he inhaled even a little air, his face visibly turned red, and after a while, it turned purple.
The big man on the left was also hit in the chest, but he reacted quickly, blocked it with his arm, and escaped.
Before he could rejoice, he felt a mix under his feet, his head hurt, and his whole body flew backwards, crashing heavily into the crowd, and smashing a piece.
"Two. β
Philip put away his hands and feet, glanced at the man on the ground who was already purple, sighed, and bent down to press his chest a few times.
Hearing only a violent gasp, the man came back to life, but he was no longer able to stand up, only a trace of fear and gratitude in his eyes.
The people behind found that Philip was so powerful that they didn't dare to hold him up, and the five of them surrounded him together.
If it is for the sake of beautiful movements, Philip should have a big peng at this time to spread his wings, and the white crane should show his wings or something, such as jumping up and crossing the top of the opponent's head, taking advantage of the trend to whip his legs, breaking the opponent's neck, etc.
But Philip seems to be very taboo to use too much force, his movements are too big, and he firmly guards the three words of steady and ruthless, moving between square inches, looking for every opportunity to start.
He leaned back and slammed into the arms of the big man behind him, until he squeezed him against the wall of the street, and smashed his left elbow backwards, hitting him in the face.
Suddenly, the bridge of the big man's nose collapsed, his eyes turned black, and he collapsed to the ground along the wall.
"Three. β
Now he only needs to face the enemy directly in front of him, and ignore the sneak attack from behind.
In real fighting, it's impossible to be like on TV, where dozens of people surround you, and you will honestly line up one by one to be defeated by you.
There were four murder weapons flying in front of Philip at the same time.
He folded his arms at the sides of his head, resisting the two sticks in front of him.
"Bang bang" twice, the stick hit his arm as if hitting two steel pillars, and the force of the shock carried the two men backwards.
As if nothing happened, Philip pressed down with his arms, clamped the sticks on the left and right sides under his armpits, and twisted them upward. The wooden stick in the other party's hand was immediately taken off and grabbed by him.
He first kicked low and accurately stepped on the knee of a man who pounced in front of him, taking advantage of the momentum.
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the man dragged his injured leg to the ground, letting out a terrible scream.
"Four. β
Then Philip swung his stick, parryed with his left hand, and whipped his right hand into the fragile ear of a man.
The man only had time to roll his eyes before falling to the ground.
"Five. β
Then he turned around and dodged a fist, twisted his whip leg, and kicked the man directly.
Coincidentally, the part that was kicked happened to be above the root of the thigh below the lower abdomen, and seeing this person let out an inhumane scream, he curled up while holding there, his whole body was twitching violently, and even an unpleasant smell came out.
"Six. β
At this time, there was only one last man left in front of Philip, and Philip was so hot that he threw away the wooden stick, and his fists quickly covered the opponent's head and face like cannonballs.
The big man had been frightened by his ferocious style of play, and desperately tried to protect his head.
But he obviously couldn't parry, and soon his defense was smashed by the heavy fist wind, and he only felt a sharp pain in the bridge of his nose and lost focus, tears and snot and blood flowed all over his face, and his head was even more buzzing.
"Seven. β
Philip grabbed the other man's neck and shook it, realizing that he was unconscious, so he threw him to the ground and turned to look for a new enemy.
But to his surprise, there were no standing figures other than Wesley around at this time.
In front of Wesley, in addition to the three figures who fell to the ground, there was one kneeling.
But the man didn't look hurt on his face, only misery and panic.
"I'm seven, count you four. Philip walked over and said with a sigh.
Wesley sighed and explained angrily, "Just halfway through the fight, they recognized me, and everyone else ran away except this one." β
"Hehe, this guy is quite clever. β
Philip smiled widely, winked mischievously at Wesley, and kept making triumphant gestures.
Wesley had no choice but to pretend not to see it, ignoring the kneeling man on the ground, and turned to leave.
The two girls were released, but they were indifferent to the screaming wounded all over the ground, but looked at the two boys with concern to find out if there were any injuries.
Christina was a little uncomfortable with the smell and covered her nose with a handkerchief.
And Lin Yun took out the small dagger at some point, and turned it deftly on the white and tender little hands, and his cold eyes searched the bodies of these big men on the ground, as if he was looking for the ideal starting point, which made their faces full of horror.
They now knew who they had offended, and a few of them were as frightened as quails, shivering, and begging for mercy.
The little young master of the two masters of Gaokan City, oh, and the two little princesses.
They were eager to go back and arrest the whole family of the boss who had paid them to hire them and hang them from the city gates.
As long as you can get the few people in front of you angry, even if you strip them naked and hang them on the city gate, it's not impossible.
There were two columns of figures walking around the corner, a little afraid of each other, and there were a few dejected guys behind them, obviously the ones who had just run away.
Philip and Wesley ignored the fate of the men and walked side by side towards the street outside.
"I'm waiting for your news, besides, Boris's side, whether you yourself or the wild lion, it is impossible not to say anything at all. After saying that, he planned to leave first.