Fighting is not wrestling, nor is it a competition. It relies not only on speed, but more on experience and fierceness.
When Xiao Feng was doing business in his previous life, he traveled around alone and encountered many similar things, which made him understand a truth.
If you are bullied, more people will bully you in the future. If you give up resistance, others will treat you more cruelly.
So never give up resistance, even if the power is disparate, even if your life hangs by a thread.
Second Master Zhao was very surprised. He hadn't patrolled his territory for a few days, but such a stupid young man appeared unexpectedly.
Didn’t you say you were a nerd? Why did Housekeeper Liu lie to me? Damn, I need to pay more!
This kind of psychological activity is naturally incomprehensible to outsiders. On the one hand, Mr. Zhao is riding a tiger but on the other hand, he is confident in his own strength.
Immediately he shouted: "You are a sour scholar, you are seeking death!"
He jumped onto the table in one step, and at the same time, his fist as big as the sand bowl was directed at Xiao Feng's nose with the sound of wind.
Everyone exclaimed, thinking that Xiao Feng's nose must not be as sharp as his mouth, and the consequences would be worrying.
Xiao Feng stared at Mr. Zhao's fist and dodged pretending to be panicked. His feet were deliberately muddy, dragging the small table upright.
If Xiao Feng used his feet to pull the table away, Mr. Zhao would just step on the air. But when he stood up the small table, Mr. Zhao would step on the legs of the table.
He was concentrating on preparing to knock Xiao Feng down with one punch, but when his foot tilted, not only did his fist miss, but he also fell heavily.
He waved his hands in the air, trying to stay on the ground and minimize the damage of the fall.
Xiao Feng leaned back, raised his right knee with all his strength, and hit Mr. Zhao in the face.
Mr. Zhao covered his face with his hands, his face was covered with blood, and he was rolling on the ground semi-consciously.
The punching knee, which combines the best of Muay Thai and French kickboxing, is one of the most ferocious moves in kickboxing.
I have never seen gangsters fighting on the streets in this era. For a moment, everyone was silent. A gangster who was following Mr. Zhao opened his mouth wide and did not dare to step forward for a moment.
Then the crowd roared, like cold water thrown into a frying pan.
It's unbelievable that a weak scholar could defeat the most arrogant and capable rogue in this area with one move.
Xiao Feng stood coldly, looking at the rogue who was still standing, looking very cool.
In fact, he knew he was suffering. This body that usually did not exercise was really weak. Now his right knee was painful and numb. If there was no one around, he would have sat on the ground long ago.
At this time, the detective from Shuntian Mansion ran from a distance and shouted: "What's wrong? What happened?"
The scoundrel who stood there without daring to make a move suddenly found his way to the bottom of the steps and shouted loudly: "Master, someone has committed an attack and beat my eldest brother!"
Two police officers ran up to him. They patrolled the streets all year round and knew each other very well.
Looking at Mr. Zhao who could no longer roll on the ground, and then at Xiao Feng standing in front of the fortune-telling stall, he scratched his head a little.
"This man has a jade in his scholar's hat. He is a scholar. Why did Zhao Er offend him for no reason?"
Seeing the arrester's hesitation, Mr. Zhao lay in a daze on the ground and shouted: "Brothers, arrest him. If anything happens, it will be mine!"
The two detectives looked at each other and had a tacit understanding: "Zhao Er has a strong background and is usually filial. We are just arresting people. As for whether they are talented or not, it is up to the master to decide."
Thinking of this, the two of them took a step forward: "Xiucai, come with us!"
Xiao Feng's heart sank. He estimated that Mr. Zhao was so arrogant not only because of his bravery and ruthlessness, but also because he had a backing in the government.
As a scholar, I am not afraid of being tortured. But I have watched movies and TV shows before, and the prisons in the Ming Dynasty were very dark. What if I was imprisoned for a night and picked up soap?
While I was thinking about countermeasures, suddenly a boy's voice shouted: "Stop!"
A boy of thirteen or fourteen walked out of the crowd with a tall entourage.
The boy frowned and asked in a tone that he thought was deep: "Arresting people indiscriminately, you bastard!"
When the two detectives saw that the boy was dressed luxuriously and his entourage was tall and powerful, they did not dare to look down upon him. They said with a smile, "Everyone saw this young master. He hurt someone."
The boy's brows furrowed even more tightly: "What young master? I can see clearly that this rogue is making trouble unreasonably and is the first to take action!"
The two detectives were both experienced and well versed in their duties. They did not contradict each other when the situation was unknown, but simply complained that they had to do business as usual.
However, Mr. Zhao, who was helped up by his younger brother, was hit by Xiao Feng's knee and suffered a concussion. He had a splitting headache, vomiting, and his brain was not very clear.
In addition, I am used to being arrogant. When I see someone meddling in other people's business, I immediately yell and curse: "Little bastard, whose crotch was not tied up and you fell out? Do you know who the second master is?"
As soon as these words came out, the boy's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. Before he could say anything, the entourage behind him rushed up and slapped Mr. Zhao down again, who had just stood up after vomiting. Then he kicked a few times hard, making Zhao Er howl like a killing pig.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the two detectives hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Young Master, please tell your servant to stop. This Zhao Er is a relative of Minister Zhao. I heard he is a distant cousin. It's not easy to offend him."
Zhao Er howled and shouted: "Not far, not far, not even out of the fifth server. If you dare to hit me, I will let my cousin kill you!"
The boy smiled coldly: "Secretary Zhao, Minister of Industry Zhao Wenhua, right? I will save your life today. Go back and tell him what you said to me again, get out!"
Hearing the other party say Zhao Wenhua's name directly and so arrogantly, Mr. Zhao felt that something was wrong even though he had a concussion. Not daring to make another mistake, I let my younger brother help me and ran away crookedly.
Not to mention the two detectives, they winked and shouted loudly as they walked: "Get out of here, get out of here, there's nothing good to see."
Xiao Feng rushed to the little boy and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much, Sir, for speaking up. I, Xiao Feng, can't thank you enough."
The little boy also handed over his hand solemnly: "When the road is rough, it is necessary to draw a sword to help. Although I hate you, that is another matter."
Xiao Feng was holding his hand, almost dodging his waist.
"You hate me? Why? Did I offend you?"
"How can you not be annoying by pretending to be a ghost and defrauding people of their money? But you are quite honest, at least you are not like this old liar, who also pretends to be wearing a Taoist uniform to fool people."
The old Taoist was dumbfounded. He was sitting next door and the pot came from the sky. I didn’t offend any of you...
Xiao Feng said seriously: "You say he is a liar, I have no objection, but you should not say that I am pretending to be a ghost and defrauding people of their money. I had a dream, and I dreamed..."
The old Taoist listened sadly to Xiao Feng bragging and comparing Taishang Laojun and Cangjie, and wondered if he should also make up a dream to add some mystery.
The little boy raised his lips sarcastically: "Originally, I came here to see the most expensive fortune teller in the capital. Since you said you are not a liar, then tell me once. If you can really tell it accurately, I will give you five taels of silver!"
Xiao Feng's eyes lit up and he really wanted to grab the five taels of silver in his hand right away. My freedom is right in front of me!
It's a pity that money is precious, and life is even more valuable. Anyway, there are still several days left, and he doesn't want to take the risk of death.
"The two Taoists told me that you can only count it once a day. If you want to count it, Master, I will leave it to you once tomorrow."
The little boy was very disdainful: "Hmph, delaying time is a common tactic used by scammers. Scammers like you are all over the street, but you are the most arrogant in cheating money. Okay, I will expose you in front of everyone tomorrow! Don't If you want to run away, I know where you live!”
Xiao Feng picked up the small table and found that one of his legs had been broken by Zhao Er, so he simply threw it on the spot and walked away.
I heard the little boy shouting behind me: "Everyone, come and see me tomorrow morning to see me expose this liar! All fortune telling is a lie!"
The veteran defended in a low voice: "Not all of them are liars, everyone, not all of them, like me..."
