"Last time, we didn't tell the difference. Today we just happened to make a few more gestures!"

Brother Mao casually threw the travel bag with two million cash at his feet, and he clanged his finger joints with his hands, making a crisp "gaba" sound, and at the same time he walked forward with full fighting spirit.

"Haha, fuck!"

"Who am I taking it? My defeated!"

Sun Ze, who was wearing grass-green camouflage training uniform and high-top boots, also came over with him with no choice.

"Why are you so bragging? Who lost? Did you mess with me last time or what?"

"No, why are you running away? Are you not afraid of me?"

The two of them were whining and getting closer to each other.

Finally, when they were about three meters apart, the two stopped at the same time, glaring at each other with their eyes wide open.

The movie says that the masters have always cherished their words as gold as they are.

In fact, that's nonsense. No matter whether the master is low-key, it is a regular operation to curse the streets before fighting. It is easier to find flaws by defeating the opponent's mind or provoking the opponent's evil fire with words.

"Silly, I'll give you three moves!"

Brother Mao hooked his fingers and whispered his mouth to provoke.

"Hey, fuck, why can you put a basket so much? Old Tie, a player with legs and hair all over his face, can you understand Jiba."

Sun Ze cursed unexpectedly, his mouth seemed to be full of excitement, and he was extremely nimble.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Brother Mao did not give up and continued to stimulate Sun Ze.

"I'm afraid you'll be paralyzed and I'll kill you!"

Sun Zelen roared with eyebrows.

Although his voice was so loud that it was scary, both of them had a tacit understanding and no one moved.

The two of them fought last time, and even fought to the point of losing their strength. They actually knew very well about their respective abilities and knew in their hearts that they were just about half a dozen.

Therefore, I kept thinking about it all the time, trying to let the other party attack first so as to take advantage of the situation to dig out loopholes.

"Suncle, you have a break today. I'll play with him!"

At this moment, a light roar came from the edge of the woods again, and Wu Bei and Lin Qingshan walked over quickly.

Seeing Wu Bei, Qi Jinlong, who was originally sitting on Jiang Hao like a horse, instantly crawled up like a mouse looking at the cat. He frowned incredibly, as if he was wondering why he appeared.

"I called me anonymously an hour ago and said that Jiang Hao had dangerous damage in the postpartum hospital. Is it you?"

Wu Bei glanced at Qi Jinlong lightly.

“Guru…”

Qi Jinlong swallowed without saying a word, but his expression said everything.

"Others can't do anything like this except you."

Wu Bei shook his head and curled his lips as if disappointed: "I thought you could improve a little, but as a result, you are really getting back and forth now. You actually started with a newcomer like Jiang Hao. What should you say to me?"

"Wu Bei, you don't have to pretend to be like me. What can't you do to me today? Brother Mao!"

Qi Jinlong mustered up the courage to growl, and hid behind Brother Mao in a very despicable way.

"Hahaha, I'm hiding and not wanting to see you, but I still meet you. Don't you still have an impression of me, Boss Wu?"

Brother Mao ignored Qi Jinlong's vulgarity and looked straight at Wu Bei.

"How can I not remember? I gave you a few times before, and you really feel that Lu Bu is alive. Come on, let me try how much you have."

Wu Bei hooked his little finger in an insulting way.

Of course, he was impressed by the strong man with a beard in front of him. When Uncle Ren was hospitalized, this guy once led the team to kidnap. Wu Bei didn't react at that time and thought he was rushing to him. Looking back now, the goal of this dog days is actually quite clear.

"Come on!"

Brother Mao spat and fixed the target on Wu Bei.

Unlike Sun Ze, who is almost the same as himself in his physique, although he has fought with Wu Bei, he doesn't know much about what level the other party is in just a short moment.

"Before the fight, I have a condition, you win! You and Qi Jinlong can leave, but if you lose, should you express your feelings to me?"

Wu Bei's arms were placed on his chest, making an attacking gesture, and the corners of his mouth slowly squirmed.

"I won't lose!"

Brother Mao was panting and hunched his back.

"I won. I want you and all the information about the forces behind you. Do you dare to use your reputation?"

Wu Bei raised his left toe slightly, his right leg was flexed, and his whole body was in a compass-shaped posture. Although it looked strange, the deterrent force came.

"I said, I won't lose!"

Brother Mao suddenly jumped up, and his fist as big as a sandbag hit Wu Bei's door.

Wu Bei quickly flashed to the side, and his left foot was raised and he kicked Mao Brother’s knees.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the two quickly separated and started a formal confrontation...
Chapter completed!