Zhang Yongsheng's footwork was very clever. He controlled the distance between him and Hu Dali while advancing and retreating, so that he could still miss with his hands extended. Zhang Yongsheng, on the other hand, took advantage of his opponent's counterattack and hit his opponent's vital joints every time. Hu Dali was beaten so badly that he could only grit his teeth and persevere.
The two of them continued like this for a minute and a half, with four fists colliding rapidly in the air, and the sound of flesh hitting each other was endless. The two men moved so fast that onlookers could not see clearly and thought they were fighting head-on. Judging from the expression, Zhang Yongsheng smiled confidently, while Hu Dali gritted his teeth, obviously suffering a big loss.
After holding on for a moment, Hu Dali finally couldn't hold on any longer. His fists slowed down and holes were exposed on his chest. Zhang Yongsheng took a long stride, bumped into his opponent's arms, and raised his elbow to hit his chin again. This time Hu Dali's hands were so weak that he could no longer block it. Zhang Yongsheng hit him hard on the chin.
Hu Dali was beaten so hard that he raised his head high and stumbled on his back legs involuntarily, barely adjusting his balance. Zhang Yongsheng took advantage of the victory and pursued Hu Dali with a kick in the abdomen. Hu Dali staggered back and finally couldn't hold on anymore. He sat down on the ground and knocked his head on the wall behind him, making a "thud" sound.
Everyone around was stunned, and the room was silent. No one thought that Hu Dali, who was like an iron tower, would be knocked down by Zhang Yongsheng, who was nearly 20 centimeters shorter than him. The back of his head hit the wall hard, and he was probably seriously injured. Ordinary people would basically faint after knocking like this.
Seeing that Hu Dali didn't stand up, Zhang Yongsheng ignored him and turned to look at Liang Aiping. Liang Aiping sat on the sofa opposite, the surprise on her face not yet gone. She thought Zhang Yongsheng would have a hard fight, but who knew that Hu Dali fell down in less than three minutes.
She had seen Hu Dali fight in an underground boxing match. At that time, Hu Dali relied on his physical strength to crush his opponent, and the whole situation was one-sided. But now Zhang Yongsheng's fight against Hu Dali is even more exaggerated. The fight is resolved in less than three minutes. This is less than the time of a round in the underground boxing ring. The disparity in strength is too great.
Zhang Yongsheng made a gesture and walked towards the double doors inside. There were two minions in white shirts at the double-door door. During the duel between Hu Dali and Zhang Yongsheng, they did not dare to leave their posts without permission and could only look through the gaps in the crowd from a distance. Seeing Zhang Yong's victory, the crowd dispersed silently.
"Is Tang Jiawei inside?" Zhang Yongsheng asked.
One of the minions nodded subconsciously: "Young Master Tang is inside, how about I pass the message to you?"
Zhang Yongsheng shook his head and said with a smile: "No need!" After speaking, he reached for the door handle of the double door.
At this moment, a voice called out from behind him, "Win the fight!" The voice came from Liang Aiping. Just when Zhang Yongsheng was about to open the door, Hu Dali suddenly stood up and flew towards Zhang Yongsheng. His arms were fully opened, and he grabbed his opponent's shoulders with both hands. His moves were very brave.
Zhang Yongsheng refused to advance but retreated. He turned his back and bumped into the person behind him. His body twisted and fell into the arms of the visitor. His collision was just right, not only avoiding the opponent's hands, but also cutting into the defenseless cylinder. Zhang Yongsheng elbowed Hu Dali's lower abdomen, and then used his right hook to hit the opponent's chin again.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Hu Dali fell to the sky, making a dull sound. The surrounding minions quickly evaded, and the room was in chaos. Liang Aiping was also frightened and stood up from the sofa. She was relieved when she saw that Zhang Yongsheng was fine, with a nervous expression on her face.
Zhang Yongsheng frowned and looked at Hu Dali, and found that he had fainted, so he asked: "Which of you will carry him down and treat him? This guy took two hits from me. Even though he is strong, he probably can't bear it."
The minions around looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. Liang Aiping spoke at this time: "Hurry and lift Hu Dali down and let the doctor check if he has a concussion or anything. The following is about Tang Jiawei and me. You can stop staying here and do whatever you need to do." "
When the minions heard what Liang Aiping said, they hesitated. Some quietly left the room, while a few others carried Hu Dali to the sofa together, waiting for treatment. Liang Aiping ignored them, walked to Zhang Yongsheng, reached out and pushed open the double doors in front of her.
Behind the double doors is another room, furnished similarly to the front room, but more luxuriously. Sitting on the sofa in the middle was a young man in his twenties, wearing pajamas and staring blankly at the large-screen TV in front of him. There were three beautiful women sitting next to him, all dressed in sexy bikinis.
Liang Aiping frowned and said: "Tang Jiawei, what do you mean? Now that we are in such a hurry, you are still in the mood to play with women? If you don't do business in broad daylight, it's really impossible to hold up the wall!"
Seeing Liang Aiping, the three bikini women stood up, looked at her timidly, and lowered their heads silently. They all knew Liang Aiping's identity, and it was not their turn to intervene in such matters. Tang Jiawei raised his head and glanced at Liang Aiping, with an impatient look on his face.
"Liang Aiping, who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to preach to me?" Tang Jiawei angrily scolded: "You are just a tool for my dad, a tool for venting. When the old man was here, I gave you some face. Now. The old man is gone, and you are worse than a dog in front of me!"
Liang Aiping was so angry that she was scolded, her pretty face turned red, she rushed forward and slapped Tang Jiawei. Tang Jiawei didn't dodge. The slap hit his face firmly, making a crisp "pop" sound. He spat hard, touched his red and swollen face nonchalantly, picked up the beer glass and drank heavily.
Zhang Yongsheng looked puzzled. He went up and grabbed Liang Aiping and said, "Wait a minute, what's going on with you? Aren't you talking about cooperation? Why are you scolding and hitting me when we meet?"
Tang Jiawei raised his head and glanced sideways at Zhang Yongsheng, and sneered: "Who are you? Is it your turn as an outsider to intervene in the Shahe Gang's housework? Get away as far as you can!"
"Hey!" Zhang Yong was overjoyed. The kid in front of him must be a mad dog. Whoever he catches will bite whom? With a wave of his hand, he snatched the beer glass from Tang Jiawei's hand and slammed it directly onto his head. A large glass of beer drenched Tang Jiawei from head to toe, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
Liang Aiping looked at Tang Jiawei's decadent look and felt both angry and pathetic. She waved to the three bikini girls, then took out her cigarette, sat on the sofa and started smoking. The bikini girl hesitated for a moment, then carefully left the room and closed the door.
"Okay, there's no one else around now, just tell me if you have anything to do." Liang Aiping blew out a puff of smoke and said calmly: "I know you are not convinced and unwilling to bow to me. I don't care, I am not asking you to come this time. Keep your head down. If you want to avenge your father, just listen to me, otherwise you will go your own way."
There was silence in the room. After a while, Tang Jiawei said: "Liang Aiping, you can't live without a man, right? My dad has only been gone for a few days, and you find a love interest? What qualifications do you, a rotten woman like you, have to say anything about me?" ? I spend my own money to play with women, but you use my dad’s money to raise a pretty boy."
