Xuan Neng Bao Jian

Chapter 115 The Battle of Real Men
"Sun Dadao, what on earth are you going to do, stop pestering me!"

Zhang Yu frowned tightly when he saw a few gangsters with unfriendly expressions stopping the two of them.

"What are you doing? Haha, isn't it obvious what I mean? Why don't I let you go for a drink with me?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Sun Dadao stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Yu's arm.

"Friend, she said she doesn't know you!"

At this moment, Wang Xiaohu stood in front of Zhang Yu, staring at Sun Dadao indifferently.

"Huh? Boy, what are you doing? You have nothing to do here, get out!"

Sun Dadao had long noticed Wang Xiaohu next to Zhang Yu, but he regarded Wang Xiaohu, a fair-skinned and pretty girly guy, as Zhang Yu's best friend, and didn't take him seriously at all.

"She said, tell you not to pester him anymore? You...don't have ears? "

Seeing Sun Dadao's arrogant attitude, Wang Xiaohu's face became even colder. Although he didn't want to cause trouble, he was never afraid of trouble.

I am relatively weak now, but it is not a problem to deal with a few hooligans. That kind of weakness is more of a mental weakness. After this period of rest, I have recovered seven or eighty-eight.

"Madan, what are you talking about? Say it again if you have the ability!"

Sun Dadao threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, his face turned ashen.

"Did I say you didn't open your ears? There are still good dogs out of the way, get out of the way!"

Wang Xiaohu stared at Sun Dadao with a cold face, his words seemed to be merciless.

"How dare you call Brother Dao a dog, boy, are you tired of working?"

"Yes, looking for death, do you know who Brother Dao is?"

Several younger brothers cursed and stared at Wang Xiaohu coldly.

"Asshole, do you know who I am? No one on this street has ever said that to me!"

Sun Dadao's face flushed with anger, and he immediately picked up the beer bottle on the table with a "clang".

"That's because you didn't touch me, get out!"

Wang Xiaohu let out a low cry, like thunder, which made Sun Dadao tremble involuntarily and weakened by three points.

"Damn it, damn it!"

After he reacted, his face was even more angry, he was actually frightened by a little boy, how would he mess around in front of his brothers in the future.

"Brothers, give it to me, pay this bastard!"

Brother Dao let out a low growl, and as soon as he pointed the glass bottle in his hand, Wang Xiaohu slammed it on the head.

"Ah...don't!" Zhang Yu screamed in horror, covering his eyes reflexively.

With a sound of "bang", shards of glass flew around in an instant. The moment the beer bottle hit, Wang Xiaohu raised his right arm and blocked it in front of his forehead. The bottle hit Wang Xiaohu's elbow.

"Brother Dao is mighty!"

Seeing how handsomely the bottle was swung, several boys couldn't help but cheer in unison.

"Brother Dao, be gentle, it's a pity that this little boy is broken, why don't you give it to me!"

A bloated young gangster, swallowing his saliva, swept Wang Xiaohu back and forth, and smiled lewdly: "I will definitely tell him to be a good man!"

"Hahahaha!" Hearing what the fat man said, Brother Dao and the others raised their heads and laughed.

"Sure enough, has the defense improved?"

Wang Xiaohu ignored the ridicule of the gangsters, he slowly lowered his arm, although the place hit by the glass bottle was a little sore, but it was not injured at all.

"Brother Xiaohu, are you okay!"

Zhang Yu hurried over and grabbed Wang Xiaohu's arm with a worried expression on his face.

"It's okay!" Wang Xiaohu shook his head, pulled her behind, and signaled her not to run around.

"You...have you laughed enough?"

Looking at the people still laughing with their heads up, Wang Xiaohu reached out and grabbed the beer bottle on the table, and then threw it to the corner of the table with all his strength. With a "clang", the bottom of the bottle shattered instantly.

"Well, boy, are you looking for death?"

Seeing that Wang Xiaohu still dared to resist, Brother Dao and the gangsters were all mocking. Could it be that the four of them still can't deal with a little boy.

With a "bang", before Brother Dao finished speaking, Wang Xiaohu stretched out a bottle and threw it on Brother Dao's forehead.

"Ah... my head!" Blood splashed instantly, Brother Dao covered his head and wailed in pain.

"Bastard, kill him!"

The rest of the boys were also taken aback by Wang Xiaohu's ruthlessness, and immediately picked up the wine bottles and rushed up angrily.
"Go to hell!" A gangster swung the wine bottle towards Wang Xiaohu's forehead, but Wang Xiaohu didn't dodge or dodge, and also swung the wine bottle to the other's head.

Your sister, I don't believe you don't hide!
Seeing that Wang Xiaohu dared to be tough, the gangster was obviously surprised, but he gritted his teeth fiercely and had no intention of dodging.

"Bang!" "Bang!" Two wine bottles shattered almost simultaneously.

The bastard stared at him for a moment, rolled his eyes and cursed: "You're cruel!" He passed out and fell to the ground.

Wang Xiaohu touched his head, feeling a little swollen, but it didn't bother him.

The reason why he fought hard with these gangsters was because he had no choice but to absorb the spiritual power of looking at calligraphy and painting, as well as porcelain, and now he is completely unbeatable Xiaoqiang!But because of the scarcity of bronzes, his strength has not improved much, so he can only use this way of exchanging injuries to fight against the opponent.

"Boy, you're ruthless enough, you're a man!"

Seeing the two beer bottles hitting him, Wang Xiaohu didn't even bat an eyelid. A tall gangster looked at Wang Xiaohu with admiration, but admiration was admiration, and he couldn't lose face.

He stretched out his hands and walked up to Wang Xiaohu with two beer bottles in his arms, and growled indifferently: "Be ruthless, I've never been afraid of anyone, let's have a contest between men!"

"Brave pen!" Wang Xiaohu glanced at the big man, raised his hand and threw a wine bottle on his forehead, and the guy didn't even hide.

With a "bang", the wine bottle shattered, the big man staggered for a while, and the blood on his forehead rushed out.

"It's my turn!" The big man shook his head to clear his mind, and then threw a bottle on Wang Xiaohu's head.

"This guy... is really sick!"

Looking at the big man who looked forward to waiting for his family to throw a bottle on his head, Wang Xiaohu's face twitched slightly. It was the first time he saw such a civilized gangster fighting.

Facing a guy with a hole in his head, what else could Wang Xiaohu say? He could only throw a bottle at his head, making the hole in his head even bigger.

With a "bang", glass flakes flew horizontally, and the blood on the big man's forehead surged more violently like a fountain.

He wobbled like he was drinking, stared at Wang Xiaohu with a blurred gaze and gave a thumbs up: "You... you're a real man!"

"Boom!" After the big man finished speaking, he fell to the ground in an instant.

"Just now, it seems that you said that you want to teach me a good lesson!"

Wang Xiaohu shook his head, shook off the glass scum on his head, turned his head and stared at the wretched fat man with cold eyes.

"Gudong!" Fatty was instantly shuddered by Wang Xiaohu, who was as fierce as a tiger. He was thinking about the beer bottle, his eyeballs rolled around, and then he knocked on his forehead with a "slap".

"Ah!" The fat man yelled and crawled to the ground, not knowing whether he was really dizzy or pretending to be dizzy.

(End of this chapter)