Dong Qiangqiang had no idea how the other party would suddenly make a move. He stepped sideways and dodged the punch easily.
He had also fought with Max the night before he checked into No. 54, and he knew that although the opponent's fist looked scary in terms of power, it was not fast. As long as his fist did not touch him, it would be fine.
Lei Lanting's movements behind Dong Qiangqiang gradually slowed down. He no longer banged his head against the wall, but pressed his face against the wall and began to cry.
His crying made Max become even more irritable. Dong Qiangqiang didn't understand why, so he explained patiently while walking around in the corridor that was not spacious. He didn't want to fight Max unless he had to. He was not afraid of losing, but more worried about accidentally hurting the other person. After all, the landlady Sasha usually took good care of herself, and he didn't want to hurt the landlady's boyfriend.
Max was sleeping in the house, but was woken up by Lei Lanting's howling of a ghost fox and wolf. He became very angry and wanted to find a punching bag. Seeing that he couldn't touch Dong Qiangqiang, he became more and more anxious. He was originally facing Dong Qiangqiang, but suddenly turned around and punched Lei Lanting who was stuck against the wall.
This was beyond Dong Qiangqiang's expectation, but it was already too late to run over. Max's fist hit Lei Lanting's body firmly. Lei Lanting grunted, his body softened, and he slowly rubbed along the wall.
Dong Qiangqiang became anxious and shouted angrily: "Why did you hit him?"
Max laughed and punched Lei Lanting again.
Dong Qiangqiang's face sank and he strode towards him.
Seeing that the other party was irritated, Max turned his neck, moved his wrist, and walked towards Dong Qiangqiang.
When the two were about one meter apart, Max was considering which of Dong Qiangqiang's fists to guard against when Dong Qiangqiang suddenly flew up with a kick.
Max was caught off guard by this kick and was kicked in the calf. He staggered and almost fell down. He quickly used his hands to support the wall. It's so despicable that this cunning guy actually used his legs. Max couldn't help but feel angry. Just as he was about to rush over to fight, Dong Qiangqiang's right foot shook again.
He thought Dong Qiangqiang was about to kick again, so he quickly retreated and dodged sideways. Unexpectedly, Dong Qiangqiang just made a feint and did not kick his leg again.
At this time, Max's mentality was different from when the two of them didn't take action: he was worried about Dong Qiangqiang's leg attack, and he was also afraid of Dong Qiangqiang's cold fist. In the end, he could only raise his fists on his shoulders and keep roaring, but his feet did not move and his fists stopped swinging.
Seeing that he was no longer attacking, Dong Qiangqiang turned his head and looked at Lei Lanting who was lying on the ground. He saw Lei Lanting slumped in the corner, his stomach rising and falling. He didn't know whether he fell asleep or fainted.
"We're even," Dong Qiangqiang took a step back and said, "You punched him twice and I kicked you, so no one owes anyone anything today."
Max knew that he could not take advantage of Dong Qiangqiang, but he was still angry in his heart and said fiercely: "No, you woke me up, you have to compensate me for the loss."
"But you just hit him," Dong Qiangqiang said righteously, "He has already made amends."
Max sneered: "He has already made amends, but you haven't."
"I?"
"You let me kick you or punch you twice," Max said solemnly, rubbing his fists, "This will be the end of it."
Dong Qiangqiang wanted to end the opponent's entanglement as soon as possible. He calmed down for a few seconds, thought about it, and asked: "Is it one kick or two punches?"
Max rolled his eyes, weighed his advantages, and made a victory gesture with his hands: "Two punches."
"It's a deal." Dong Qiangqiang looked around, walked slowly to a glass portrait hanging on the wall, and said in a deep voice, "No regrets."
"Of course." Before he could finish the word "ran", the first punch came towards Dong Qiangqiang's stomach.
Dong Qiangqiang took a sharp breath, tightened his abdominal muscles, and gritted his teeth. This punch was so powerful that Dong Qiangqiang felt that his internal organs were immediately tumbling.
He looked at Max provocatively, with contempt and disdain in his eyes.
Max was afraid that Dong Qiangqiang was playing tricks, so he didn't use all his strength in the first punch. Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang really didn't dodge, he felt happy. But when he saw the other person's eyes, he seemed to be irritated again. Within two seconds, he immediately He punched Dong Qiangqiang a second time in the face.
Dong Qiangqiang had already expected that the opponent would hit him in the face, so he turned his head to avoid it at the critical moment, and Max's fist grazed the tip of his nose.
His fist accurately hit the glass frame of the portrait behind Dong Qiangqiang, and the glass shattered with a clang.
Dong Qiangqiang clearly heard Max's screams and watched him howl on the ground with his fists in his hands.
Just as Dong Qiangqiang was about to take a closer look, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs between the second and third floors, followed by a muffled sound. Dong Qiangqiang hurriedly held the railing and looked down, only to see the drunkard brother lying face down on the second floor. In the corridor on the first floor, there was no movement, and the brown bathrobe seemed to blend into the wooden floor.
When Dong Qiangqiang turned around again, Max's eyes were already red. He dragged his fists and shouted: "You liar!"
Dong Qiangqiang's face was as dark as water: "I only promised you two punches, but I didn't promise you to hit them all. (Breaking the glass) This is your own fault and has nothing to do with me. If you must hit me again, Then I will accompany you to the end today."
When he said this, the gentle and courteous look on Dong Qiangqiang's face was wiped away, replaced by a chilling murderous look.
As soon as he walked into the black gate, Li Junfeng saw at a glance a dark red plastic football field of more than 100 square meters. The football field was surrounded by dark green thick barbed wire.
Above the football field are twelve dim orange chandeliers. The bulb of one of the chandeliers keeps flickering due to aging. With the constant alternation of light and dark, the entire stadium is filled with a mysterious and unsettling atmosphere.
A small group of people who looked like football fanatics gathered in twos and threes outside the barbed wire fence. These people were both men and women, mostly men. Some were holding beers, some were waving clothes, and some were slapping the barbed wire manically. They seemed to be in high spirits. When some people saw Shang Cambridge and others, they even raised their hands unfriendlyly at them. The longest finger.
It was Li Junfeng's first time here, and he was both novel and excited. Following Yu Jianghai, they came to a dilapidated small wooden table.
"They," Yu Jianghai pointed at the Shang brothers and Li Junfeng and said to a man in black who looked like a referee, "the first game tonight."
"K," the referee shrugged and quickly filled out the time in a form on the table, "So, how much do you plan to bet?"
"1,000 marks." Yu Jianghai calmly handed the money in his hand to the referee and asked at the same time: "When will the game start?"
"At 20:30," the referee filled in the amount on the form and put the money into the safe next to his leg. "What's your team name?"
"Tea hang." Yu Jianghai pouted at Shang Cambridge and Li Junfeng, pointed to a dark corner not far away, and ordered, "You three go there to change clothes now."
(Special thanks for this chapter: Zhao’s clan members’ recommendation votes)
