Judging from the pace, these two thugs are both from martial arts.

I stood up unhurriedly and warned, "I advise you not to look for trouble, I can pretend that I have never been to this box." ”

Scar said angrily:

"Damn, it's so calm, it must be an undercover agent! Hurry up and do him. ”

The two thugs rushed towards me even faster, and the bald head quickly sealed the doorway.

As soon as the two thugs got closer, the daggers stabbed me directly in the chest.

I reached out my hands and grabbed their wrists, their daggers resting on my chest, unable to advance even an inch.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and just as they were about to lift their legs, there were two clicks.

I broke their wrists, and two daggers fell from their hands.

I let go of the two of them, raised my hand and grabbed one of the daggers, kicked out with my right foot, and the other dagger flew out of the gap between them, shooting directly at the scar behind them.

Scar's body shook, reacted extremely quickly, and dodged sideways.

The dagger slashed through his left shoulder and pinned to the wall panel behind Scar.

The faces of the two thugs changed dramatically, and as soon as they wailed, I jumped up on the spot and kicked them in the chest.

With a few "clangs", the two thugs flew back upside down and fell heavily on the table behind them, and they rolled on the ground in pain from the huge impact, but they couldn't get up.

"You... Who are you? How could there be such a skill. ”

Scar looked at me with a gloomy face, and the two girls were even more frightened.

Blood spilled from Scar's shoulder, staining his sleeves red.

I played with the dagger in my hand and said softly:

"Tell you not to look for trouble, don't listen, I shouldn't have been here, don't provoke me again."

"Want to go?" Scar casually pulled out a pistol and pointed it directly at me:

"Bald, go and call the monk."

"Okay."

The bald head quickly answered, opened the door and quickly jumped out.

Scar pointed a gun at me, but he didn't shoot, there was glass behind me, I guess he had scruples, he didn't want to alarm the people below, but wanted to call the monk to deal with me.

The monk should be the one they can fight the most here.

"You don't seem to be afraid at all?" Scar asked coldly.

I also didn't want to cause confusion, and said lightly: "Within ten steps, the dagger in my hand is faster than your gun, you better put the gun down now, you may not have a chance later." ”

"Boy, stop bragging, do you want to try? Lao Tzu can't kill you! Scar said confidently.

"Try it, just try it." I kept my distance from Scar and walked sideways behind the video wall.

"You're a tiger!"

Scar turned his head to look at the open door and told one of the girls to close it.

I didn't stop it, I just stared at the bald head.

The door slammed shut, and Scar pulled the trigger directly.

At the same time, I lunged my legs to the side, and the dagger in my hand shot out.

There was a crisp "pop", and the bullet grazed my ear and shot into the nearby video wall.

And the dagger was inserted into Scar's left shoulder almost at the same time.

"Ah!!h Scar let out a bitter howl and fired several more shots.

I hid behind a couch, and this scar had some skills, and his right hand was able to dodge my dagger.

"Boy, you're dead!!"

The bald head roared angrily, and the gun in his hand also came with the sound of jamming.

It seems to be out of bullets.

"Congratulations, you've managed to me off." I slowly stood up, my eyes becoming extremely cold.

Scar trembled, his face turned pale, and the gun without bullets in his hand kept shaking, and his eyes became extremely frightened.

The more ruthless a person is, the more fearful he is when facing death.

Scar grabbed the hair of a woman next to him with his backhand and blocked it in front of him.

The door opened, and the bald head led another small bald head in.

The little bald head looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a black tracksuit, holding a three-foot-long wooden short stick in his hand, and there were six ring scars on the top of his head that had not been erased at all.

turned out to be really a little monk.

Seeing this person, Scar is like seeing a life-saving straw:

"Monk save me! Save me! ”

The little monk turned his head and glared at me, waving the wooden stick in his hand and rushing directly at me.

The little monk moved very quickly, and the wooden stick in his hand snorted and smashed down on me with a thunderous force.

Master!

I didn't even think about it, I ducked sideways, and a stream of air blew in my face.

What a speed! What a strong force!

I couldn't help frowning and kicked at the little monk.

The little monk seemed to know my movements, and his left hand threw a punch and smashed it into the sole of my shoe.

There was a tremendous force, and I was shaken back a few steps and slammed into the glass.

The little monk also took a few steps back, and his eyes became sharper when he looked at me, and even with a hint of excitement:

"Brother Scar, this person is not simple, you go out first, so as not to be injured by mistake."

"If you can't kill him, you can get out of here!"

Scar glared at me viciously, and the others walked out of the private room in embarrassment.

As the door was slammed shut, the little monk looked at me suspiciously: "This donor, you don't have any weapons?" ”

I was stunned and subconsciously shook my head.

The little monk also directly threw away the wooden stick in his hand: "Then we will fight with our bare hands, I practiced martial arts at the age of three, lest you say that I am not victorious." ”

"Enough of a gentleman." I smiled, and my expression became serious.

The little monk took a posture, turned his palm into a fist, and locked my eyes with sharp eyes.

"Here we are."

The little monk let out a low shout, and a big leap came to me, and before the person landed, his fists were as fast as the wind, falling towards me like raindrops.

I quickly blocked with both hands and fought with the little monk to one place.

Between the flashes of the little monk's figure, all kinds of Shaolin mastery are displayed.

In less than ten minutes, the Fuhu Fist, the Dragon Claw Hand, the Eagle Claw Gong, the Prajna Zen Palm and even the One Finger Zen Gong were all used.

This little monk deserves to be three years old to start practicing martial arts, the basic skills are very solid, and the combat experience is extremely rich.

After the handover, the little monk and I were tired.

Although he has been taking the initiative to attack, he has been defused by me one by one, and I can't please him at all, and I have been pressed and beaten.

As you can imagine, if he hadn't thrown away the short stick in his hand, I would have been defeated.

With a punch, the two tacitly distanced themselves.

The little monk adjusted his breathing and asked, "It's the first time I've met such a master, this donor, are you practicing Guwu Internal Strength?" ”

"Yes."

"No wonder, but you have too little actual combat experience, if it takes a few more years, I may not be able to beat you, donor, or you also use weapons, let's try again?" The little monk said as he picked up his short-fledged stick.

I shook my head: "I don't have any weapons, or will I fight next time?" ”

The little monk nodded: "It's okay, so what do you say this time?" ”

"You win this time." I laughed.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, wiped the sweat on his forehead and said: "Brother Scar asked me to deal with you, but I really can't do anything to you, martial arts see character, judging from the fight just now, big brother, you are not the kind of damned person." ”

"And what are you going to do?" I looked at him with a smile and slowly raised my right hand.

The sleeves were removed, revealing a sleeve quiver tied to the forearm.

Seeing my hidden arrow, the little monk's body was shocked: "You use a hidden weapon?" ”

"Yes."

"You had at least three chances to pierce my throat with a Hidden Arrow just now, why didn't you do it?"

I smiled and said, "Like you said, martial arts see character, you are not a damned person, why should I kill you, but I am curious that you have such a ability, why are you willing to become a thug." ”

The little monk sighed and said: "Brother Scar is kind to me, a year ago, the Hidden Spirit Temple was destroyed by the wicked with guns, the master died tragically, I was displaced and came to the mausoleum, it was Brother Scar who took me in and lent me 10,000 yuan for me to bury the master." ”

"The money is returned to him, there is no need to stoop to serve the thief and do something hurtful."

"Big brother, you're right, he often asks me to do some things that bully the weak, I can't stand it anymore, but I don't have the money to pay him back......" The little monk's expression was very helpless.

He changed the title from donor to big brother, which made me feel good.

I looked at the little monk and couldn't help but sigh, it's really hard for a penny to beat a hero.

I was just about to speak, when my eyes fell on the stage in the dance floor hall, and my brow furrowed.

On stage, a new group of girls has been replaced.

And Sister Mei'er is actually among them!!