The fist wind was howling, and in Wanglaoji's rooftop battlefield, the two figures were as fast as phantoms, and in an instant, they exchanged dozens of punches with each other.

It's like two never-tiring combat machines.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Without gorgeous moves, the two of them seemed to be taught by the same master. Their fighting styles were very simple and direct, and they were too terrible, but the speed and power they showed could make the insiders dumbfounded.

Next to the battlefield were Wanglaoji's head, horse, double-flowered red stick ten brothers, as well as Ma Shaolin and Ma Shihao.

Ma Shaolin had a calm personality and just secretly clenched his fists to cheer for his godfather. Ma Shihao was so excited that he jumped around like a little monkey, shouting: "Come on, Master Qi, kill Uncle Zhou!"

Brother Ten kicked him in the butt and cursed: "No nonsense, don't say such things!"

Ma Shihao said oh, made a face at him, turned around and shouted, "Godfather, don't kill Uncle Zhou..."

Brother Ten looked helpless. This brat must have done it on purpose.

Wanglaoji became more and more helpless as he fought. Zhou Wenqiang didn't know what was going crazy today, so he pulled him to the rooftop to fight after he arrived.

That day he said in person that he welcomed Zhou Wenqiang to fight, so he naturally had to recognize him.

But have you never seen this kind of playing style?

Starting early in the morning, I played for more than three hours, one game per hour, and I had to rest for ten minutes in the midfield. The more I was attentive, the more tired I was, the more I was, the more I was fierce!

Youdao is afraid of being strong when fists are young. After all, he is all forty-five years old. In terms of energy, he is really not as good as a screaming young man like Zhou Wenqiang.

And the longer the fight, the more strange it became in Wanglaoji's heart.

Every time he punches five or six times, one punch is strange and unspeakable. He obviously fought against this kid, but it seemed to hit the empty space, and the power he emitted was inexplicably removed.

Moreover, every few punches this kid must have a huge punch. Even he has to use his strength to block with his arms to barely take it. I guess if he changed to a gang-like hitter, he would have been blown away by Zhou Wenqiang with one punch.

"Punish your mother!

I, Wanglaoji, have never fought such a frustrated fight. I won’t fight, I won’t fight!"

Wang Laoji, a 'butt that was flattened backwards, did not fall off', left the battle group and waved his hands to Zhou Wenqiang repeatedly and said, "I'm tired!

How can there be endless battles like you in the boxing competition?

Stop and stop, have a tea first!”

Sitting heavily on the stone bench next to the battlefield, he took the purple clay pot handed over by Ma Shaolin and drank a few sips. Wang Laoji secretly swore that he would not be Zhou Wenqiang's training next time.

Punch your mother, this kid seems to have more combat experience than mine, he is simply a monster!

"Brother Lao Ji, it's not even 11 o'clock yet, so I can still call you for a while..."

Zhou Wenqiang felt a little regretful.

As the number of fights with Wanglaoji increases, the time becomes longer, and the speed of obtaining skill experience values ​​becomes slower and slower.

Now his skill experience value has accumulated to more than 3,500 points, but now he can only increase his skill experience value by about 50 points after playing with Wanglaoji for one minute.

However, mosquitoes are also meat, so he still hopes to beat them for a while, but he didn't expect that Wanglaoji would slip so quickly.

In fact, Qi Weiwen is right. Shanghaitan Thirteen Taishang is not a good match. Although he is more than 90% sure, he still hopes to be foolproof.

If you can be upgraded to the "Street Fight Master" before dealing with Fan Tingsun, you will be even more sure. Not to mention that what Fan Tingsun brought is just a quick knife, glasses and cigarette holder, even if he is the only trainer who is still alive in the previous 13 Taishang Baobao, he will be sure to deal with it!

"Okay, if you don't fight, you won't fight anymore. It's really not satisfying."

Zhou Wenqiang sat opposite Wanglaoji with unsatisfactory feelings, ate two pieces of sugar cake, took the teapot brought by Ma Shihao with both hands, and drank a few bites.

"Uncle Zhou, you are so awesome. Even Master Qi can't beat you. Do you teach me to fight in the future?"

Ma Shihao, the clever ghost, had already seen that Zhou Wenqiang was more powerful than his godfather Wang Laoji, so he began to think about changing his family.

"Boy, if you want to learn boxing, or learn from your godfather, I can only fight but not teach.

Don’t forget, everything you have today is given by your godfather. I’m sorry for your godfather when I see you strangers!”

Zhou Wenqiang glanced at Ma Shihao. This kid was too active and even made a godfather Wang Laoji in the future. Although it was out of filial piety, he was still not as steady and honest as Ma Shaolin. He also took the opportunity to hit him.

"Okay, I'm still waiting for food here? Go and play with your brother. I have something big to talk about with your godfather."

As he said that, Zhou Wenqiang glanced at Brother Ten.

The tenth brother immediately understood and hurriedly took the big horse and the little horse brothers to leave the rooftop.

"Brother Zhou, you are here today. It turns out that it's not as simple as fighting with me?"

Don’t look at Wang Laoji’s usual swearing and heartless look, how could he be completely mindless if he can make it to this day? You can tell at a glance that Zhou Wenqiang is not a joke, but there is really something big to discuss.

"Fu Sir handed over Fan Tingsun's case to me. According to Fu Sir's idea... I have other plans and are ready to get rid of him!"

Zhou Wenqiang talked about the incident, including his secret discussion with Qi Weiwen, and did not hide anything from Wanglaoji.

He all knew that the conflict between Wanglaoji and Fan Tingsun had a long history.

Sure enough, Wang Laoji laughed after hearing this, and patted Zhou Wenqiang's thigh and said, "Happy!

If you beat his mother, I thought Fan Tingsun, the bastard, would die!

If not…”

"If Brother Lao Ji hadn't done a gambling business, Fan Tingsun was doing a life-threatening business, and many of the brothers from the Chaozhou Gang had family members, Brother Lao Ji had some concerns, and he would have been defeated long ago.

Am I right?"

Zhou Wenqiang smiled and rubbed his thighs and said, "Brother Lao Ji, next time I suggest you pat your legs. Although you are brothers, you must distinguish them clearly."

"Haha, I made a mistake when I was excited, I won't know next time."

Wang Laoji laughed and said, "You are right. This bastard uses white noodles to collude with all the major characters of Hongmen. It has nothing to do with me. Everyone is considered to be a good water and not a river.

But he still thinks that he doesn't make enough money and wants bulk goods himself!

It’s a nightclub under the Hongmen characters, an underground gambling field. If he doesn’t have a chance to cross the boundaries, he will have the idea of ​​a flower stall with me characters!

You know, when a person who buys Chinese characters has money, he will be seduced by his mate to taste the noodles; if he fails to buy it, he will also be seduced by him to taste the noodles and vent his vent!

Punishing his mother is like fighting for food with me!

I, Wang Laoji, have long disliked him!"

Zhou Wenqiang smiled and said, "I know these things, and Hong Kong, Jiujiang and the world know them too.

So if Brother Lao Ji takes action to sweep his people, it is difficult to interfere in Hong Kong and Kowloon. Even those who collude with him are in the restaurant, it is difficult to speak for him!

Moreover, Fan Tingsun has been closely watched by the Hong Kong Island Government recently, so he will definitely not dare to fight against Lao Ji Ge.

By then, both of you will have the opportunity to make a comeback and ask for people to join in.

And everyone knows that you only bet but not bet, but Fan Tingsun has various concerns. If you want to make peace, it is natural, and no one can see the flaws."

Wanglaoji focused on it: "That's right, as long as he comes, we will do him!

But brother, you must be prepared for a bad battle. Shanghai Beach Thirteen Taishang is all tough.

And I know that Qi Weiwen is the woman who values ​​the most rules. She can help you, but she won’t allow you to bring a gun!”

Zhou Wenqiang smiled and said, "Don't worry, there are strong support here."

Wanglaoji said: "Who is it?"
Chapter completed!