Card drawing starts from women's clothing

Chapter 72

Liu Lang was not in a hurry to take action now. He poured himself a cup of Erguotou and watched Chen Ming's next performance with great interest.

"It seems that I heard that Chen Ming is quite good at fighting."

Although the other people present knew that there was a new helper in the bar, he was handsome, had a good temper, and spoke nicely, but his reputation was not obvious after all, so they were inevitably a little curious.

Of course, some regular customers were a little worried and secretly reminded him not to stand out.

Chen Ming gave the guest who reminded him a look of reassurance and took out a long-handled object from behind. Everyone thought it was a weapon.

The crow also took a step back, taking precautions.

But when everyone saw what he was holding, everyone was dumbfounded.

Crow froze on the spot.

Liu Lang choked on a mouthful of white wine and kept coughing.

The "weapon" in his hand turned out to be a broom!
Chen Ming silently moved the tables of the bar, cleaned the middle, and made a space.

Others watched silently as he cleaned up the place.

For a while, the atmosphere in the bar became extremely weird.

A group of people watched a waiter sweeping the floor, but the key was that he had just finished the battle aggressively.

Whose martial arts novels and movies have you seen move the table before fighting?Aren't they all left behind the boss who wants to cry without tears after a crackling beating?
Of course, some conscientious protagonists will throw a piece of silver or something.

Crow looked at the busy Chen Ming, his face turned blue and white, feeling that he had been greatly insulted.

He flapped his nostrils and exhaled two puffs of white air.Then he strode forward and punched Chen Ming, who had put the last table with his back to him, in the back.

"careful!"

A kind person reminds me.

Some people turned their heads, unable to bear to see Chen Ming's miserable state.

boom!
Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and a black shadow fell out and sat down in front of them.

Chen Ming shook his hands in the middle of the field and continued to fiddle with the table.

Then this dark shadow is...

They looked down, and it was the crow that flew out!
Liu Lang was also a little surprised. He put down the wine glass that was brought to his lips, then curled his lips and felt relieved: "Today's young man... is another monster like Zhongya."

Those audiences were all silent, and everyone froze in place, not knowing what to say.

The scene in front of them was completely beyond their imagination, and it was even weirder than Chen Ming moving the table before the fight.

Wasn't it the crow who attacked first?
Why was it thrown out instead?

But they froze, the crow didn't.

He was just thrown out just now, and he didn't suffer any injuries, but he was a little embarrassed.

But it was the way other people looked at him that pierced his self-esteem like a needle.

With a roar, he tore off his shirt completely, exposing the strips of muscle to the air.

Then he punched again, hitting Chen Ming who was standing still in the middle of the field.

After experiencing life-and-death battles with undead monsters and Chachai, although the crow in front of him looked very oppressive, Chen Ming didn't take it seriously.

Mao Lilan didn't even bother to give the winning percentage.

Everyone present stared at the field intently, for fear of missing any details.

Chen Ming faced the punch and punched him in the face.

Crow was overjoyed. In his opinion, Chen Ming was seeking his own death if he confronted him head-on.

He is a D-level ability user, and he is also specialized in strengthening strength. In terms of strength alone, he is confident that he will not lose to Francis of the wild wolf group.

However, when the fist collided with the fist, he realized that he was wrong, and the mistake was outrageous.

The crow flew out again faster than he had rushed over.

Seeing that it flew too far, it was about to hit the bar table.Chen Ming moved his feet and chased after him.

In a flash of lightning, Chen Ming appeared on the path of the crow flying upside down, and punched out again.

not good!

The strength has run out again!

Why hasn't this crow been beaten?

In desperation, he ran to the other end and punched him again.

Just like that, Crow, who was two meters tall, was thrown around by Chen Ming alone like a sandbag.

The audience looked left and right, chasing the dazzling figure of Chen Ming.

"Ouch, I twisted my neck."

"My dear, have you seen his movements clearly?"

"One hit, two hits, three hits... Mr. Count is dead."

Finally, Chen Ming grabbed him by the neck and pushed him to the ground.

The audience breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, thinking: You are finally done.Watching a fight for the first time is like watching a table tennis match, which makes people feel tired.

Thinking of this, they cast pity on the ping pong ball, oh no, the crow.

A dignified D-level ability user is actually powerless to fight back!

The way everyone looked at Chen Ming changed instantly, and even his act of cleaning up the table before was regarded as a master's demeanor.

In fact, what Chen Ming was thinking in his heart was: If it is broken, he will lose money. I still owe Sister Yun 20 yuan, so I can't afford to pile up more debts.

As for the crow that was pushed down by Chen Ming, his eyes were closed tightly, foaming at the mouth, and he passed out abruptly.

This embarrassed Chen Ming who wanted to continue.

You have dumped people like this, and you still want to hit them. They won’t obey you...

Chen Ming felt a chill, mentioned the crow and walked outside the bar.

Everyone made way for him and watched as Chen Ming threw the crow out like a dead dog.

After clapping his hands, Chen Ming returned to the bar, ready to set the table.

But who would have thought that just as he was about to make a move, those capable people helped one after another, those who moved the table moved the table, and those who put the wine glass put the wine glass, but Chen Ming stood there alone at a loss.

"you……"

A guest who was familiar with him said: "Boss Chen Ming, you can leave it to us to move the table. You go to drink, go to drink!"

"Yes yes yes! Go drink!"

The others squeezed out smiling faces and echoed.

Chen Ming walked back to the bar helplessly.

Liu Lang pushed a glass of wine in front of him: "You did a good job. The wild wolf group won't lose money by stealing chickens, and they will lose face."

Chen Ming took a sip of his wine and said, "That crow is too watery. Is this the level of a D-level ability user?"

Liu Lang smiled and knocked him on the head: "Brother Liu Lang, I am only an E-level ability user, why? Look down on me?"

Chen Ming asked curiously: "Brother, are you only E-level, but I feel that you are much stronger than that crow."

Liu Lang explained: "Gene fusion agents of different levels only determine the upper limit of ability, and the degree of development of ability will affect the real strength. For example, although I am E-level, that crow is D-level, but my development level is higher than his. Much higher, he can't beat me."

"The gap is even greater at the same level. For example, if they are both D-level, Chachai and Zhong are much stronger than others. They should all exceed the rank of private soldier, reach the rank of non-commissioned officer, and even approach the strength of a warrant officer."

"Private grade? Non-commissioned officer grade?"

"Yes, the letter level only reflects your upper limit of ability. Through the continuous development of ability, the level will be divided according to the strength of the army. Of course, the higher the level of the gene fusion agent, the higher the natural upper limit and stronger ability. That's why Many people will fall into the misunderstanding, thinking that as long as they continue to take high-level fusion potions, it will be fine, and neglect the development of their own abilities."

Chen Ming came into contact with this knowledge for the first time and was very curious. He pestered Liu Lang to tell more about this knowledge.

At this time, the crow outside the door suddenly woke up, saw that no one was paying attention to him in the bar, and quickly disappeared into the night with his shirt off.

If I didn't pretend to be dizzy just now, I'm afraid I don't know what kind of insult I will suffer.

The crow secretly hated: today's humiliation will be returned a hundredfold!
(End of this chapter)