Outside the rink.
Du San looked indifferently at Li Yiqiang and others who were huddled together in a corner on the huge ice like quails. He shook the bearskin cloaks on his body and waved to Jiang Keba and others.
"Let's go."
After saying that, he stepped out of the shadows and walked towards the gate of the ice rink. The hair on his fur cloak was fluttering in the wind, and the sheepskin hat on his head was shaking. It felt a bit like a withered mountain in Weihu Mountain.
"Hey!"
Jiang Keba grinned, let go of Wu Chunyan who was fuming in his arms, put two fingers into his mouth, and blew a sharp and sharp whistle.
"Beep!"
"Boom!"
The next moment, there was a sudden noise around the ice rink. They were all footsteps, like thousands of horses galloping.
Countless figures emerged from the shadows, surrounding the entire ice rink. The heads of people standing next to each other gave people an inexplicable sense of suffocation and oppression.
"Shashasha..."
On Du San's side, as he got closer and closer to the door, people began to walk out of the shadows and follow him.
These people all have one thing in common, they are all tall and strong, with a strong back and a strong back.
These are all good players he specially selected from among the brothers. It would be absolutely fine for an ordinary person to fight two of them at once!
There is no way, the Shichahai Ice Rink is such a big place, and there are too many of them. If they all go in, there will be no place to stand. We can only try to streamline it as much as possible, pick out the strong ones and those who can play, and leave the ones who are slightly worse. Help from outside.
But even so, there were quite a few men entering the ice rink with Du San, as many as four hundred!
"Bang bang bang!"
A group of people walked in neat steps towards the center of the ice rink.
Li Yiqiang's face was already a little pale at this time. He looked at Du San and others who entered the ice rink, and then looked around at the people surrounding the outside. His calves felt a little soft.
He thought carefully before coming.
Don't worry about the few people facing you, just do it.
But when he saw the black head, he started to feel a little weak.
He originally thought that Chu Heng could only call three to four hundred people, but in this situation, it was conservatively estimated that there would be two thousand!
How the hell are you going to fight like this?
Where did you find these people?
He began to regret it...
Not to mention the gang of younger brothers, many people began to retreat.
The disparity in strength is too great. If they really fight, failure to save them all will cost lives!
Face is of course important, but if you lose your life, you will have to lose face to do nothing! ?
"hiss!"
"How many people are needed!"
"I finally know what Master Chu's strength is!"
"What a big scene!"
"It's so worth it to come here today!"
On the periphery, some people who came to watch the excitement seemed to be excited when they saw such a spectacle. They were all excited and wished they could get off the field immediately and join in.
The people present today are basically stubborn masters and their disciples. Fighting is a common occurrence for them. There will be a fight every now and then. Sometimes there are hundreds of people, and sometimes there are more than a dozen.
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In the ice rink that was filled with water, I clamped my legs and tried not to urinate. I pushed the tall boy hard and said with a cry in my voice: "It's all your fault. I had to break in. What should I do now!" "
"I didn't know it would be like this!" The tall boy cried sadly, feeling his hands and feet were cold.
"Are we going to get beaten?" Another girl trembled and pulled the short boy down.
"Come on, come on, they are coming to the middle, let's hide on the edge." The short boy didn't have the courage to be brave this time, and he threw away the girl who had just kissed her unjustly, stepped hard with his foot, and smoked. Run to the fence.
The remaining three people hurriedly followed and hid in the corner shivering.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
Soon, Du San led people to the middle of the ice rink. He glanced at the frightened Li Yiqiang and his group, curled his lips, took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and smoked it without a puff.
Behind them, hundreds of big, muscular men stared silently at the crowd in the distance, feeling extremely oppressive.
"Brother Qiang!"
One boy's heart trembled at the sight. He pulled Li Yiqiang tremblingly and asked, "How can we beat him?"
"Our people haven't all arrived yet, why are you anxious!" Li Yiqiang, who was anxious in his heart, knew that he couldn't give in at this time, otherwise he would really have no chance of winning. He gritted his teeth and waved his hand behind him, then led him He followed the younger brothers and walked towards Du San and the others.
Not long after.
The two groups met.
Li Yiqiang first took a look at the carefully selected group of men, then turned his attention to Du San, and said sternly, "Where's that guy named Chu!"
Du San didn't bother to talk to him. He raised his finger and pointed at the watch on his wrist, indicating that the time was not up yet.
There is no shortage of reckless men in this world, and Li Yiqiang happened to have a few of them around him. Seeing that he had such contempt for his eldest brother, one of his younger brothers immediately stopped working, stepped forward with his eyes wide open, and cursed: "What are you asking about, Yating?" , are you fucking deaf?"
"Um?"
Du San's eyes were sharp and he glanced at the young man coldly, ready to teach this unabashed guy a lesson.
"Tu tu tu tu!"
At this moment, the roar of an engine came from far away.
Everyone in the field turned around and forgot about the past.
They were all too familiar with this movement.
Soon, a light came over.
Then a Volga with smooth lines emerged from the intersection like a night elf.
It was flying rapidly, like a black lightning, rushing into the ice rink under the moonlight.
"Crunch!"
When approaching the middle of the ice rink, the car stepped on the brakes. Driven by inertia, it instantly turned into a top and spun in circles on the ice, as if dancing a weird waltz, dangerous and gorgeous. ….
After five or six consecutive turns, Volga finally made a beautiful tail flick and stopped firmly in the middle of the two sides.
"It's over, Mr. Chu!"
Cen Hao's cheeks flushed with excitement in the passenger seat. Speed and this thing have always been the first choice for a man like him.
"Hey, Ji Cao, don't be six."
Chu Heng, whose heart almost jumped into his throat, smiled stiffly and wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants.
He just wanted to drift and show off, but he didn't realize that the ice was too slippery and the wheels were not special anti-skid tires, so he started spinning in a circle. If he hadn't stopped in the end, there would have been a big joke tonight.
At this time, Du San, who had just been showing off in front of outsiders, stepped out of the car, bowed and opened the door respectfully, and said with a smile: "Master Chu!"
"Um!"
Chu Heng nodded at him, stepped out with one foot wearing large leather shoes with military hooks, landed firmly on the ground, and then bent down and got out of the car.
Du San quickly took off the general's nun's coat hanging on the seat, unfolded it and put it on him.
Chu Heng tilted his head angrily and looked at the nervous Li Yiqiang opposite him. His tall body stood upright, the biting cold wind blew by, the coat on his shoulders rustled, and the bright moonlight fell on his handsome face. On Yi's face, attached
A breathtaking chill.
What a handsome word!
"This, this, this... is so elegant!"
As soon as he appeared, the onlookers blew up the temple again.
How could they have never seen this scene before watching all kinds of movies and TV dramas in later generations that forced kings to come out? For a moment, a thought came to their minds.
This is what a grown man should do! .
Bronze Lao Wu
