I didn't say anything, just stepped forward, and Ji Canghai jumped out with tacit understanding.
One blow flew through the air and hit the yellow-robed Taoist priest's chest.
By the time I rushed over, his sternum had already collapsed slightly, and he was just huddled in the corner, motionless.
To be honest, I don't have the guts to kill someone.
However, I can make him miserable for the rest of his life.
I casually took off my clothes, threw them into the basin, filled them with water, and then put them on the head of the yellow-robed Taoist priest.
"Erhai, give me the clothes!"
I wrapped Ji Canghai's clothes around him, raised my hand and executed a whole set of sixty-eight moves of the Wandering Dragon Palm.
The palms of the hands avoid the vital points, but the palms of the hands are all on the tendons.
In addition, he now has difficulty breathing and his Qi pulses are blocked, and he will have to suffer from coughing for the rest of his life!
Except for the meridians, I paid no attention to every joint on his spine.
From today on, whenever it's cloudy or rainy, he won't even be able to get out of bed!
The yellow-robed Taoist priest kept begging for mercy, and even grandpa shouted out.
"Son of a bitch!"
I ripped off the clothes on his head and punched him in the nose: "You should have been prepared from the day when you were the worst!"
The second master was beaten on the stage, and the yellow-robed Taoist priest was beaten off the stage.
The visit arranged by the second master personally turned into a unilateral beating by himself.
At this time, Uncle Ya's voice came from behind: "Okay, okay."
"What does it look like when you are surrounded by people?"
Uncle Ya was wearing a white shirt and slowly stood on the stage.
His hands seemed light and airy, but within a few moments, those tower-like men staggered back from the stage.
I knew this old man was not simple, but I didn't expect that he could even turn the clouds.
Cloud-turning hand is a Tai Chi skill at the top of the tower. Different from all other skills, this skill relies on the power of the fingers.
It really takes a lot of hard work to master it.
Uncle Ya cleaned up the table, reached out and pulled the second master up with a bruised nose and swollen face.
He then turned around again, shaking his fan as usual, and said calmly: "What are you doing? Want to rebel?"
"Second Master made a huge mistake today, and seniority is also on the line! Tsunasa ethics let you eat?"
In the entire Changchun Club, apart from the second master, Uncle Ya is considered to have the highest seniority.
Now standing here, it can be regarded as holding up the scene.
"We are dedicated to making money for the gang, why should we be swallowed up like this?"
The person who spoke was a tall and thin man who didn't look like he had any fighting ability, but the rubber stick in his hand was a bit vicious.
There were constant curses, and the scene was as chaotic as a vegetable market.
"Let him get out of the Changchun Club!"
Someone shouted, and the scene suddenly became quiet.
After a while, all the noise turned into a unified slogan, and everyone shouted for the second master to get out of the Changchun Club.
I watched from the sidelines, feeling only excitement in my heart.
If the second master hadn't harbored evil intentions, why would he have reached this point?
God has eyes, if he gets out of the Changchun Club, then the world will be at peace.
I even thought about my next plan.
"Don't be so impatient."
Uncle Ya calmed down patiently: "Okay, okay, I, the old man, will first apologize to everyone on behalf of the second master."
"This expulsion from the Changchun Club is indeed a bit excessive. I remember that the second master has contributed to the gang and is old. Don't cut off his livelihood."
As he spoke, he took out a small handkerchief from his arms and took out some money.
"When Wang Ju was here, he took care of these old people. Let the second master also go to a nursing home. I will pay for it."
Although there was still some dissatisfaction in the audience, the voice was significantly weakened.
Tsk.
Ji Canghai said he couldn't understand me, but I couldn't understand Uncle Ya either.
Now is obviously the best time to get rid of him, why do you come out to intercede?
He will not understand the principle of letting the tiger return to the mountain.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Uncle Ya cleared his throat again: "Then I will make my own decision, and this matter will be settled."
Uncle Ya concluded the matter in an understatement. Just as he was about to walk off the stage, he stopped again.
"Hey, I came here today to do business."
He patted his forehead lightly: "You haven't voted yet, have you?"
"He still supports his grandma! How can the person he recommends be a good person?"
I looked back and saw that the yellow-robed Taoist priest was gone.
