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It was indeed a friend, but the way she wrote the word "friend" sounded different. For an ordinary friend, writing out two 'months' meant that when they were in contact with each other for two months or so, if they didn't hate each other, then they would be considered friends. My friend, he wrote the word "f". Simply put, it meant that he had passed through two times a day. You know, Lao Hei shamelessly gave a new definition of the word "cannon fella".

When the Manager Qian heard the first half of the story, he didn't think much of it. However, when he heard the second half, a mouthful of red wine directly sprayed all over my face and face. Sanmei was also amused to the point that her flowers were trembling as she laughed. Her smile was alright, but the men in the bar were all lost in thought, and some of them even drooled. I think you guys don't know the details, or else you wouldn't even be able to jump in time and dare to drool here.

The man who came in with the long-legged woman also saw Sanmei, who was laughing non-stop. His eyes slightly widened, and he saw Lao Hei, who was sitting beside Sanmei. Ye Zichen's expression immediately changed. He sat there with a dark expression while drinking, then took out his phone and spoke in the local language after drinking a few times.

A few minutes later, the bartender took the chance to place a napkin in front of Lao Hei after collecting the bottle of wine. Lao Hei opened it and looked. It was a Chinese character written with lipstick, "Let's go." When Lao Hei saw the words on the paper towel, he smiled and said, "How about you guys go back first? I have a few friends over here that will be coming over later."

From his tone, I knew that he would definitely start a fight. This kid has been like this since he was young. The Manager Qian was more cautious, and asked Lao Hei if the other side would have a lot of people with guns. It has to be said that Lao Hei is the only one who carries a gun, the rest of the weapons are all kept in the hotel.

"It's fine, usually we don't use our guns when we're fighting over women's jealousy. If you're afraid, just keep drinking, and I'll take care of them myself. " Lao Hei said casually. He really didn't know how many times he had fought like this.

Manager Qian and I cursed each other as we continued to drink.

While I was drinking my second glass of vodka and savoring the scent of lime in the wine. The door of the bar was slammed open, and a crowd of thirty or so people squeezed in. In his hands was a metal rod, a machete, and a pair of chopsticks. The ones leading were especially tall and empty-handed. From the looks of it, they had all been soldiers or had practiced martial arts.

Everyone who was drinking in the bar immediately ran to the corner, but no one left. It seemed like they all enjoyed watching the show. In fact, fighting for women is one of the most boring things in the world, ranking only in YY. However, if they made it in time, as a good brother or client, you would still have to fight. It was really depressing.

Seeing that the person who had shouted had arrived, the stony-faced man who drank alcohol walked over and scolded Lao Hei in English, "Black Wolf, you sure are bold. You dared to touch my woman.

"Then what will you do if your woman needs it physically? "It's not like you can feed them," Lao Hei didn't have anything good to discuss with them right now.

After the man heard Lao Hei's words, he clenched his teeth and waved his hand, and was about to rush forward when Sanmei suddenly shouted, "Wait."

Originally, Lao Hei, Manager Qian and I were standing in a row, kicking a few tables to clear the field, just as we were about to get into a fighting stance. The person in front of him had stopped and was waiting for Sanmei to speak.

Ignoring our looks of surprise, she walked lightly to the bar with her tumbler of wine, reached behind the counter, took out the computer mouse, turned off the light music she was playing, and found an English PUB. It was the craziest, most rhythmic, most high-pitched song in the middle of the night.

As the tune began to play the first few notes, which were beginning to make one's blood boil, she drank most of the liquor in one gulp, smashed the thick glass on the floor, and shouted, "Let's play Rock."

Then the scene went completely crazy, and I finally understood why, in the boxing competition, it was all hot bikini beauties who held up their signs to indicate the number of rounds. Because it can stimulate the fighter's fighting spirit, stimulate the man's desire to fight. At this very moment, with the addition of zealous music and spicy wine … The atmosphere in the bar quickly changed. The audience's mood also rose as they cheered and whistled in succession.

At the same time the cup fell to the ground, the other side's group of people also rushed to the front of the line formed by Lao Hei, me and Manager Qian.

Myanmar has its own martial arts system, known as Burmese Boxing or Bando, which is deeply influenced by Thai boxing but not entirely the same, paying great attention to actual combat. It could even be said that it was entirely focused on actual combat. The moves were concise, the attack frequency was high, and the combination attack density was high. The disadvantage was that the defense was not valued. In the eyes of the Burmese boxers, the best defense is offense. Today, I was quite lucky to be able to get one all at once.

Rushing in front of me, the little boxer bent his thumb over his index finger and jabbed me in the throat with a row of knuckles. I drew a quarter circle with my right hand, using a hammer to block the incoming punch, and with my left hand I hit him on the chin with a whip. He did not evade. His right hand pressed down on my left forearm, neutralizing my attack. He turned his elbow and smashed it against the bridge of my nose.

My right arm was also raised to the elbow, and the two of them staunchly clashed against each other before both of them took a step back. The pain in my arm told me that this kid must have been hitting me every day with a sandbag.

That guy took a step back. He didn't even have time to breathe before he stepped forward to attack me again. When dealing with this type of offensive fist technique, one must not retreat. One must think of ways to disrupt the rhythm of his attacks.

After dodging the incoming punch, I used my right fingers to point at "Two Dragons and One Bead". It went straight for his eyes. He tilted his head to the side to avoid it. His upper body slightly leaned back. It seemed like he was going to use his legs to attack. My two fingers were just a feint to get his reaction. He immediately transformed into a knife in the air, using the lowest part of his palm to hack solidly against his collarbone. With a crack, his collarbone was broken. I was lenient and did not use 100% of my strength. With my bare hands, I could split four of the stacked red bricks. If I were to use a hundred percent of my strength, the lock fracture would be too fierce and it would probably pierce the arteries beneath his collarbone. It was also the thickest artery in the human body. Unless someone was stabbed in the emergency room, there was a chance they could be saved. Otherwise, they would very soon die from blood loss.

After succeeding in one move, I used the "City Crash Hammer" of the Five Element Boxing's "Collapse" spell with my left hand and directly struck his liver. Without the protection of hard material such as bone in the liver, the abdominals would not have much effect if it had been struck from the side. And the pain was unbearable. If the force was strong enough, it could make a person faint from the pain.

He did not faint, but he was still no better. He bent over like a big shrimp and curled up into a ball. An elbow smack and a low side kick took care of the enemy, and I peeked at the three of them.

It doesn't matter if I look at it, but my face immediately turns red. The Manager Qian was already placed third, while Lao Hei was the second. Hu Sanmei was half dancing and half fighting, yet he actually finished four.

"Fuck!" I cursed, ducking my head to avoid the iron rod that was aimed at my head. I kicked my lower abdomen, then punched his chin with my left hook to place my second enemy on my side. I watched the movements of the three of them as I fought.

Hu Sanmei did not use his Wing Chun Fist, but chose to use the upgraded version of Wing Chun Fist, the moves that Li Xiaolong did. She stepped lightly and nimbly on the slippery path, kicking off with a side kick in one fell swoop. With lightning speed, she sent a guy with a handlebar flying through the air and fell across several tables onto the bar's piano before tumbling to the ground. Then she even poked her nose with her thumb, made two whining sounds, and did the classic flick of Bruce Lee's finger.

Lao Hei's fighting style was not as beautiful as Sanmei's, but it completely embodied the nature of a mercenary wolf. He stepped on the toes, kicked the knees, kicked off the Yin, smashed the back of the head, and buckled the eyes. He truly deserved his nickname of "Black Wolf". He was almost going to bite someone. The ones who were knocked down by him would often suffer the heaviest injuries, but Sanmei and I still have some mercy. When the opponent loses his fighting strength, he would go and deal with the next opponent, and Lao Hei would attack as hard as he could. In any case, whether or not you live or die, it all depended on your defense and luck.

What surprised me the most was the Manager Qian. His movements were not as nimble as Sanmei, nor was he as fierce as Lao Hei. He was completely built on rough skin and hard bones. No matter if it was a metal rod or a baseball bat, they wouldn't be able to dodge the rod. They would use their arms to block it before attacking. But taking a punch or a kick from him was no better than taking a blow from a stick, and I didn't see him get up after a blow. If he had a machete or a dagger, he might as well dodge it if it was too fierce. If the distance was short and he didn't have much strength, he could take it head-on with his mutated body. However, he could only cut through his suit. Those who didn't know what kind of armor he was wearing. If his skin and bones were harder and covered in a little bit of silver powder, it would be very similar to the Silver Mountain Demon and me when we were travelling.

As I watched them fight, I heard the sound of the Devil's Sticky being torn from its holster. Following the source of the voice, he saw a tall guy leading the group. He did not look like a Burmese. He was pulling out a small Israeli Uz submachine gun from his black gun sheath at his ribs, and before he could open the butt of the gun and shoot, he looked at Sanmei, who was the biggest threat to them all.

"Be careful!" He couldn't care less about charging at my enemy. He roared and grabbed a chair before throwing it towards the fellow with the gun. He didn't expect that he would be directly smashed to the ground by my chair. I'm afraid he'll be picked up and fired at us, ready to take care of this and then immediately go for the gun.

I didn't expect to see the guy who had come at me with the machete sitting on the ground with his hand pressing against the vein in his inner thigh. No one knew when a knife pierced his thigh, but upon closer inspection, it looked very familiar. It was Sanmei's knife that was used to save me and the Battle Guardian Dog on the roof. He rushed to the boy with the gun and saw that he also had a knife in his arm. It was only the chair I had thrown that blocked my view.

At this moment, Sanmei had already defeated the enemies blocking her path, and was rushing towards me and her area. Holding the knife in his hand and the Woods gun in his hand, the goalkeeper shot him straight out of the window. Turning to me, she said, "Just take care of yourself." Then she took the gun in her hand and disassembled it, scattering it all over the floor.

"I …" I was so angry that I turned around and ran towards the few remaining enemies standing on the ground with Manager Qian and Lao Hei. At this time, the sound of police sirens could already be heard from afar, Lao Hei also gave the kid a few slaps. He arrogantly said: "Don't think that your father is the drug king, you are the f * cking drug crown prince, it's all useless here in Master Hei. Let me tell you, not just you, even your mistresses, and you little moms, are having an affair with Master Hei. If you don't accept it, then go along with it, Master Hei will accompany you to the end. "

Then this guy, he even slowly took out a few dollars and placed them on a nearby table with a wine glass pressed against it, indicating that the bartender was the four of us. Under the bartender's pestilential gaze, he left the hotel in satisfaction, leaving behind the thirty or so moaning wounded people.

Returning to the hotel, I took a shower and lay on my bed, thinking that I wouldn't be able to sleep in such a soft bed for the next ten days or so, because the place where we are going to find the Buddha Head, with the so-called worst natural conditions in the world, once swallowed nearly one hundred and thirty thousand Chinese Anti-Japanese Expeditionary Forces and made a whole forty thousand Japanese Regiments form and disappear — Myanmar Savage Mountain.