8mi Chapter 429 Beating you guys is just a game
Chapter 429 Beating you guys is just a game
As soon as Lu Yao stepped back, the kid called Erbiantou thought Lu Yao was going to run away.
According to incomplete statistics, there were no fewer than several hundred cases of deaths caused by bicycle collisions in Northeast China each year.
Let alone car accidents, there are plenty of cases where pedestrians bump into each other and end up with bloodied heads.
There's an old saying that goes, "Only fierce dragons don't cross the river." In Northeast China, this translates to, "Only tough men don't flee famine." Most of them are descendants of those who migrated from Northeast China, and they have a very wild nature.
This wildness persisted until the laws gradually became stricter, and when fighting was punished without regard to the cause, with both sides receiving equal blame, it was finally suppressed.
Later on, when people started fighting in the streets, they would spit on each other instead.
But at this point, few people will resort to insults when they're angry; if they can take action, they'd rather not argue.
Erbiantou chased after Lu Yao and delivered a punch right to his nose.
Lu Yao used a backflip to dodge a punch.
They had all taken off their coats.
He tossed it directly to Erbiantou, who instinctively reached out to catch it, and Lu Yao returned.
A rocket.
Unlike Erbiantou's punches, Lu Yao uses a combination of waist and stance to generate power.
Twist your waist and take a step, your body moves your arms, and your arms move your fists.
He doesn't act unless he has to, but when he does, he goes all out.
That punch was both fast and vicious.
It hit Erbiantou's jaw directly, almost flattening his head.
The force of the impact lifted him more than two feet into the air, and he fell sideways into the ditch.
He lay down and never got up; he already had a concussion.
Lying in the snowdrift, shaking my head, I felt that there weren't just three people standing on the ditch, but more than thirty.
The seven old cats standing to the side were a little confused.
From childhood to adulthood, I've fought with Erbiantou at least dozens, if not hundreds, of times.
They knew Erbiantou's strength.
This guy was a tough brute, short and stocky. He might not be the strongest fighter, but he was definitely the most resilient among his group.
Being knocked out with a single punch is something that has never happened before.
I got into a fight before the New Year and was hit five or six times, but I was still feeling the effects.
I didn't drink today, so how come I got dizzy from just one punch?
He was still watching Erbiantou when Lu Yao arrived.
Look here!
Lu Yao flicked his left hand, and the Seven Old Cats' eyes naturally followed.
And Lu Yao's right fist arrived.
"Peng"
It was the same as the earlobe.
However, this time there was a feint, and the force was slightly weaker, causing Seven Old Cats to stagger but not fall down.
However, his footwork became disordered, and he had no chance to defend. Lu Yao's second punch came down.
Punch after punch.
Just as Seven Old Cats fell to the ground, they were punched more than a dozen times on the head by Lu Yao.
He's even more dizzy than Erbiantou.
This kid's fist is as powerful as a small hammer!
These two thugs, who usually think they're invincible, have finally met their match today.
Lu Yao's fighting skills are professionally trained.
Let alone fighting, he's killed countless people. In terms of skill, experience, and mental fortitude, they're not even in the same league.
Once Lu Yao starts fighting, he doesn't give his opponent any chance to fight back.
Unlike petty thugs like Seven Old Cats and Two Flatheads, they fight while hurling insults, using a combination of physical attacks and verbal intimidation.
The main goal is to suppress the other party, make them submit, and make them afraid.
Lu Yao wanted him dead!
Talking nonsense is useless; first, disable the opponent's ability to attack.
This is still holding back when fighting with villagers. If it were a battlefield, they would gouge out eyes, kick lazybones, break fingers, bite throats and trachea, and hit wherever it's fatal. It's a complete mad dog tactic.
Not to mention Seven Old Cats and Two Flatheads, even two more wouldn't be a match for him.
He knocked the seven old cats down and then kicked them on the back of the head.
That should give him a break.
He turned back and ran towards Erbiantou.
Erbiantou had just climbed out of the ditch when he saw Lu Yao had knocked down Qilaomao and was coming towards him. This time, it was his turn to run.
I still feel a little dizzy.
He hadn't run more than a few steps before Lu Yao caught up with him.
He kicked the person down and then jumped up to deliver a mid-air elbow strike.
In winter, people wear thick clothes that have shock absorption, so Lu Yao aimed for his head.
"Peng"
With his body weight added, he slammed his elbow into the back of Erbiantou's head, knocking him face down on the ground, his nose bleeding.
Dizziness +1.
Lu Yao isn't done yet.
He jumped up and started stomping on his lower back.
This is because he's wearing thick clothes; in the summer, his lumbar spine could be broken by kicking.
With two kicks, the kid soiled his pants.
He rolled over and dodged.
Lu Yao kicked him into the ditch again.
Turning back, the old cat ran towards the seventh house.
If we take action, we must prevent them from having the ability to fight back.
Seven Old Cats got up and tried to run away, but Lu Yao grabbed his bicycle and threw it at him, knocking him over.
Then he swung the car and smashed it. The kid covered his head with both hands and couldn't stand up at all. He regretted not wearing a cotton hat when he came out.
His head was smashed by a bicycle pedal.
Yuan Shumei was dumbfounded.
Is this still Lu Yaoyao?
She heard about the beating of Shi Shouyin's men from Ding Dahu; she didn't witness it herself.
Then I saw him pointing a gun at Shi Shouyin's head.
This time, I saw it. Lu Yao fighting was completely different from his usual cheerful self.
It's scarier than a mad dog.
They attack one opponent after another, leaving no opening for the other.
She was so scared that she didn't dare to hold on, she just kept calling out from the side:
"Lu Yao, stop hitting them, Lu Yao, that's enough, don't kill them."
Lu Yao stopped when he saw that the two boys were no longer a threat.
Ask the seven old cats, "Are you still going to fight?"
Seven Old Cats' faces were covered in blood, their eyes were squinting, and they kept waving their hands:
"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore... Damn it, you're too good at fighting!"
"You dare to insult me?"
Lu Yao kicked again.
"I'm not cursing anymore, you're so tough. Which production team are you from? What's your name?"
"My name is Lu Yao, from Jiapigou. If you want revenge, I'm here for you! Now you fucking pick up the car for me."
Seven Old Cats and Two Flatheads were both beaten so badly they could barely stand up, and they really didn't dare to hit them again.
The two of them went down and worked together to lift Lu Yao's car up.
Lu Yao took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Seven Old Cats.
He then took out some toilet paper he had prepared for using the restroom and handed it to Erbiantou:
"Wipe the blood off. Don't act like you're seriously injured. It's just a scratch. I didn't even use any force. Hitting guys like you is just for fun!"
Erbiantou muttered as he wiped the blood:
"You're finished, kid. Your name is Lu Yao, right? You're finished. Seven Old Cats is Wang Changhai's younger brother. You've really stirred up trouble."
Lu Yao recognized the name and asked:
Which Wang Changhai?
"Wang Changhai, the militia company commander of Xiangyang Commune! He has seven brothers, and Qi Laomao is the youngest. If you hit his brother, you're finished, you're finished!"
Lu Yao remembered.
Last time we went into the mountains to suppress them, Wang Changhai from Xiangyang Commune was the militia commander-in-chief. That guy might be quite capable.
So he laughed and said, "Give me a break. I reckon Company Commander Wang is a tough guy. Would he help you bully people? Knowing the state of you guys, I'd have to teach you a lesson myself. Get lost and go home. In the future, be reasonable when you're out there, or you'll be getting beaten up soon!"
Lu Yao picked up his coat, put it on, and pushed the cart over.
He called out to Yuan Shumei, who was staring blankly to the side:
"Let's go home."
Yuan Shumei quietly got into the back seat of Lu Yao's car and sat sideways, looking back at the two hooligans who were driving away.
She couldn't help but hug Lu Yao again, pressing herself against his back.
My admiration for him grew even stronger.
Who wouldn't like a man who makes them feel so safe?
When he's with a girl, he always tries his best to make her happy, and he won't get angry even if you hit him.
It's as if she has no temper at all.
Who knew that once they started fighting, they would turn into a mad tiger?
Seven Old Cats and Two Flatheads brushed the snow off each other:
"Seventh Brother, we really embarrassed ourselves today. Should we tell Big Brother when we get back?"
"We have to get the big brother to beat him up. He's just some guy from Jiapigou named Lu Yaoyao. As long as he doesn't give a fake name, it'll be fine."
"Judging by his arrogant attitude, he's probably not faking it. Let's go back to our boss and beat him up!"