Chapter 100 Ambush

The hustle and bustle faded away, and the night was quiet.

It was just ten o'clock, which was a bit unusual for a city like Los Angeles.

What's even more unusual is that on such a quiet night, a group of people walked towards them.

Menacing, eyeing.

All strong men, tall and straight, walked even faster after seeing Zhang Xiaobai.

Zhang Xiaobai frowned tightly, turned around and ran away.

Those who come are not good, and those who are kind do not come.

Accidentally fell into an ambush and had no choice but to escape.

Some battles must be fought no matter whether they can be won or not.

But in some battles, heroes don't suffer immediate losses, and thirty-six strategies are the best.

But Zhang Xiaobai still miscalculated.

The moment he turned around and pulled his legs out, a figure had already ambushed behind him, and at this moment, it was right in front of him.

Zhang Xiaobai first heard a gust of wind, and then saw a fist.

When the punch arrives, the person falls!

Zhang Xiaobai fell directly to the ground.

Just fell down.

There was a sound of dense footsteps, and the group of strong men had arrived.

Zhang Xiaobai seemed to faint, and fell to the ground motionless.

In the night, the punching man showed a greedy expression. Seeing Zhang Xiaobai was like seeing a prey, and he was the hunter.

He stretched out one foot to step on Zhang Xiaobai's chest, and pushed him hard, "Don't pretend, since I made a move, I forgive you, you are not the type to wait for nothing, and you won't be so involuntary!"

The fallen Zhang Xiaobai remained silent and motionless.

A trace of doubt flashed across the man's face, and he frowned and said to himself, "Could it be that you're really dizzy? Such a big battle is just to deal with a rookie?"

While speaking, he secretly exerted force on his feet. Even if he was really dizzy, he should wake up with such force.

Zhang Xiaobai is like a corpse, let him play with it.

A person stepped out from the crowd and said, "You didn't kill him, did you?"

The man showed a ferocious look, glared at the speaker, and shouted: "Shut up, have you forgotten the previous explanation?"

The man curled his lips and walked into the crowd.

The man leaned down, while maintaining great vigilance, stretched out his fingers to poke Zhang Xiaobai's nostrils.

There was a faint breath coming from the fingers, sometimes long and sometimes short.

The man seemed a little disappointed, he stood up and sighed softly, "It's really a cannon to beat house sparrows, overqualified."

The man looked at Zhang Xiaobai, and stood up slowly, "It's your turn, remember! Don't move anywhere else, just slap your face, until the mother can't recognize it!"

After explaining, the man walked to the phone booth on the side of the road and dialed 120.

When he just dialed the phone, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

The man immediately hung up the phone, only to see a figure suddenly rushing out of the crowd, and then only a fleeting figure remained.

The corner of the man's mouth turned up slightly, he bent over and bowed, and suddenly his feet exerted force, like an arrow leaving the string, he quickly chased after him.

And that group of people ran in a mess.

A funny scene appeared on a certain street in Los Angeles.

Like a running race, there is a lone figure at the front, who seems to be approaching the finish line, running faster and more courageously.

Behind him is a chaser who is not willing to be left behind, and seems to be extremely good at making efforts in the back, getting closer and closer to the person in front.

Behind is a group of people drifting with the crowd, just to complete the task, they panted and slowed down, and finally watched the two figures disappear.

Can't wait!

It's just that this is not a race, because there is no end point, the former can only keep running.

Zhang Xiaobai ran aimlessly, and at the same time could feel the danger getting closer.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhang Xiaobai has never been afraid of anyone in running, let alone lost to anyone, but this time he fell behind.

There are laws of physics, two people running a line, but at different speeds, there will be a moment of intersection after all.

At the door of a bookstore, Zhang Xiaobai heard footsteps close at hand, suddenly braked suddenly, turned his head and punched.

This move is called backing the carbine. When I was a child, I heard about the unique move of Shao Paulo Cheng in the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties. At that time, my blood boiled with excitement, so I couldn't help but create my own "turning back fist" according to this routine.

When he was running away, Zhang Xiaobai had already sensed the strength of the people behind him, and if he continued running like this, he would eventually be overtaken.

So Zhang Xiaobai gradually slowed down his pace. When passing by this brightly lit bookstore, it was a good time to make a move.

It's just that what I thought was a steady blow, didn't hit the vital point.

Zhang Xiaobai threw out a punch, and what he was greeted with was also a punch, that man was unpredictable.

Fist to fist, Zhang Xiaobai felt hit a wall, pain from fist to arm.

With just this one blow, Zhang Xiaobai already knew that he was not the opponent's opponent.

It's too late!

The man didn't give him another chance to escape. After punching, Zhang Xiaobai only had the ability to parry, but had no power to fight back.

In just two or three rounds, Zhang Xiaobai received two fists in the face.

The man didn't hit anywhere else, only his face!

Seeing that the other party was getting weaker and weaker, the man said while beating: "You are very cunning! You even fooled me, it's interesting!"

Zhang Xiaobai took the opportunity to catch his breath and said, "How about we have a chat first?"

The man raised his eyebrows and closed his fists.

In his opinion, this cunning guy is already meat on the table and cannot escape.

"I advise you not to struggle. I don't want to do anything to you. It's just a slap in the face. At most, I won't be able to see anyone for half a month. Someone asked me to give you a message. Don't contact Zhou Zhou in the future, otherwise this time I will slap you." Face, next time I will cripple you, and next time I will kill you!"

Zhang Xiaobai seemed to have heard a joke, grinned, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, took out two cigarettes, and threw one away.

"Gundam hired you?" Zhang Xiaobai took a deep breath and said.

The man took the cigarette, but didn't smoke it, and crushed it bit by bit, "Don't talk to me, this is the industry rule! Anyway, I brought it with me, it's up to you to listen to it or not!"

Zhang Xiaobai raised his thumb and said, "Amazing! I really haven't seen anyone who can run faster than me!"

The man smiled, "If you can quit smoking and drinking, and practice for another year or so, maybe I can't outrun you! But in terms of skill, even if you practice for another ten years, you will not be my opponent!"

Zhang Xiaobai nodded and said, "I admit this. You are from a professional background. You are young. How long have you been practicing?"

The man looked at Zhang Xiaobai, and said coldly, "Stop trying to trick me, or I'll change my mind!"

Zhang Xiaobai waved his hand and said, "I have something to ask you, my carbine return is a hundred hits, how did you see through it?"

The man curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Return the carbine? It's just a child's trick. In the face of absolute strength, all tricks are just jokes!"

Zhang Xiaobai snorted, and said, "But I have to thank you for letting me take a breather, even though I know you want to rest too, after I finish this cigarette, I will stand and wait for you to hit me, isn't it just a slap in the face? It hurts after a while It's over!"

The man smiled and said, "It's interesting!"

Suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Xiaobai smoked slowly, and unconsciously changed the position of holding the cigarette. Instead of holding the cigarette with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, he replaced it with the thumb of the middle finger.

When there was only a small portion left, Zhang Xiaobai's eyes flashed coldly, he rolled the cigarette butt around his thumb, and flicked his middle finger hard.

A straight line of Mars streaked across the air, hitting the man's eyes.

The man dodges.

Zhang Xiaobai turned around and ran out.

"How dare you fuck me!" the man shouted.

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