Wu Dong had been holding a grudge for a long time. Encouraged by the buzz-cut young man, he nodded slowly after a few seconds of silence. "Okay, I'll keep an eye out for you."
"Okay!" The buzz-cut young man stood up and stretched his body.
The tattooed young man put down the beer bottle and asked cautiously, "How's that guy? What Amateur Pin is he? "
Wu Dong laughed. "Don't worry. He's just a rookie. He's not even an Amateur Ninth Pin yet. You can beat him easily."
The young man with the brush cut and the tattooed young man dropped out of school early and began to mingle in the underworld. They often got into fights, so they had some martial arts experience. In order to rise up, they deliberately befriended Chen Changhua and Wu Dong to learn proper martial arts. Over the past two years, although they ate, drank, gambled, and smoked a lot, they practiced diligently and often had "practical practice". Both of them had reached the level of Amateur Seventh Pin, so Wu Dong trusted them to teach Lou Cheng a lesson.
"Isn't it easy? I promise you'll be satisfied, Brother Dong! "The buzz-cut young man laughed.
The tattooed young man thought for a while and said, "Wait a minute. Which one of you can speak Northeastern Chinese? Teach me a few words."
"What?" Wu Dong and the buzz-cut young man were both confused.
The tattooed young man explained, "Songcheng University is the best university in Songcheng. It's famous all over the country. If we mess around here, it's easy to get into trouble. We know what we're doing, but we can't guarantee that accidents will happen, right? Maybe some professor or teacher will bump into us, right? It's dark now, so we can't see the faces clearly. I'll speak Northeastern Chinese later. If something really happens, they won't find us, right? "
"Yes, yes, yes." Wu Dong was most afraid that they would be found out and get him into trouble.
The buzz-cut young man was puzzled. "Which professor or teacher would come here in the dark?"
"Isn't it nice to have a date with a female student in the dark?" The tattooed young man answered with a lewd smile.
…
Along the lakeside path, Lou Cheng jogged to the place where he usually practiced his stance. Half of Weishui Lake was illuminated by the lights of the dormitory and teaching areas. It was as if a silver sea was hanging upside down. Every drop of light was dazzling. The other half was dark and quiet, with the occasional street light projection. At the edge of the lake was a place where a stone could arouse many pairs of "wild mandarin ducks".
Observing the surroundings was a martial artist's habit. After a period of hard practice, he had turned it into an instinct. While running, he saw two figures coming out of the woods by the lake, so he subconsciously looked at them.
The tattooed young man immediately shouted,
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, I'm sorry." Lou Cheng was stunned. He didn't expect that this could lead to a quarrel. He didn't want to cause more trouble, so he replied in a modest tone.
Although practicing martial arts gave him courage and he had thought about the scene of a hero rescuing a beauty, when it really happened, his usual character and habits took over. Moreover, Geezer Shi had said that modern society was a legal society. Being brave and fierce was not a good thing. As a martial artist, he was not afraid of trouble, but he should try not to cause trouble.
"Motherf * cker, how dare you talk nonsense …" The tattooed young man only learned a few words in a hurry and didn't dare to say more. He signaled the buzz-cut young man to block Lou Cheng's way and moved himself to cut off his escape route.
Lou Cheng was not a fool. The other's aggressive behavior was soon reflected in his mind. He made a judgment in his heart.
"They are here to cause trouble!"
And judging from their footwork, they were obviously at the level of Amateur Ninth Pin or above!
— — Ordinary people practice martial arts and don't pay attention to footwork. If they can keep their footwork in a fight, they must be martial artists!
The two of them were not far from each other, the kind of distance where they could start a fight immediately after cursing. Seeing that the young man's palm was about to hit his face in the next second, Lou Cheng suddenly dodged to the side, quickened his pace, and ran into the woods with a whoosh.
Ran into the woods …
Ran away …
Ran away!
The buzz-cut young man and the tattooed young man looked at each other, stunned for a moment. Did he just f * cking run away?
According to their experience, when encountering a verbal conflict, everyone would first try to explain or argue. Even if there was a possibility of a fight, the coward's reaction would be to beg for mercy, while the hot-blooded and brave guy would try to fight until it was obvious that he couldn't win. Who would have thought that the guy just now would run faster than a rabbit without even saying a few words!
F * ck! Run? Let's see where you can run to! The two came to their senses, spat, and ran quickly to catch up with Lou Cheng. The muscles on their faces were twisted and hideous, a little embarrassed.
Lou Cheng didn't dare to stop because of the hurried footsteps behind him. He passed through the sparse woods by the lake. Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, he soon arrived at the road outside the woods, which was the place where he usually practiced his endurance.
This road led to the teaching area on one side and extended to the small hill of the school on the other side. The hill was not very high, only about ten meters high. It was more appropriate to call it "hill" because the biggest library in Songcheng was built there. The road circled around the hill and went straight to the vast western area that was still under construction. Lou Cheng turned and ran to the hill.
The buzz-cut young man and the tattooed young man ran through the woods. Seeing Lou Cheng running to the hill, they were both delighted.
This guy is running away in a panic!
If he had run to the teaching area, they wouldn't have dared to make trouble for him. But now, they would give him a good massage later!
When the two ran through the woods, Wu Dong, who was waiting for a good show, couldn't sit still. He was afraid that they would lose their temper and make a big mess, which would involve him. He hurriedly followed behind and tried to catch up with them.
The buzz-cut young man and the tattooed young man, who lived a life of eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking, soon began to pant. The distance between them and Lou Cheng widened little by little. They gradually felt like giving up in their hearts.
F * ck! Thinking of the time when I ran five streets in one breath!
At this moment, they found that Lou Cheng in front of them had also slowed down. They looked at each other and smiled, with excitement and cruelty in their eyes.
We can't run anymore, and this guy can't run anymore!
Hold on a little longer. When we catch up, we'll teach him a lesson!
Mustering their remaining courage, they circled around the hill and arrived at the West District, which was still a wasteland. As they chased, the distance between them gradually closed. However, after running for a while, the young man with the buzz cut could no longer hold on. He stopped and panted heavily, "You're right.
"F * ck, huff, f * ck, this guy, f * ck, f * ck, he's too good at running."
The tattooed young man ran two more steps and couldn't take it anymore. He bent down and put his hands on his knees, watching Lou Cheng's figure getting farther and farther away.
"I can, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't …" He spoke like a bellows, his chest heaving violently.
Wu Dong also caught up at this time. He was gasping for breath, and cold sweat was dripping down his forehead. Seeing that the two had stopped moving forward, he heaved a sigh of relief. He stopped not far away, and repeatedly retched. It seemed that he was almost out of breath.
"Forget it, forget it, there's no need to, waste time …" Smoking hurt the lungs, which controlled the breath. After running for such a long distance, Wu Dong felt a little dizzy.
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly froze. In the darkness ahead, he saw a figure running back through the desolation. It was Lou Cheng!
"You …" The tattooed young man and the buzz-cut young man gasped in astonishment.
How dare this guy run back?
They looked at Lou Cheng and saw that his face was as usual and his breathing was steady. There was no sign that he had run for such a long distance.
What the f * ck, what kind of monster is this? The buzz-cut young man and the tattooed young man suddenly felt a sense of horror.
Looking at the three of them who were gasping for breath and distancing themselves from each other, Lou Cheng smiled without saying a word. Suddenly, he took a step forward and threw a punch. The power under his feet was transmitted to his waist and back, leading to his fist. He gathered all the power in his body and hit the buzz-cut youth in the middle of his chest with a mighty force.
The buzz-cut young man was about to dodge and counterattack, but his hands and feet were so sore that he almost couldn't catch his breath. He was too slow and was directly hit by Lou Cheng's punch.
Bam!
In the muffled sound, the buzz-cut young man was hit in the middle of his chest. The pain in his bones made him almost stop breathing and he took two steps back. Lou Cheng's footwork was not messed up. He followed closely and pressed on his two shoulders. Then he tripped him and threw him toward the tattooed young man who was besieging him. The tattooed young man who was also weak in arms and legs staggered.
Of course, Lou Cheng wouldn't let go of this opportunity. He took a step forward, twisted his waist and kicked the tattooed young man's left shin.
"Ah!"
The tattooed young man screamed. Although his bones weren't broken, he was in so much pain that he hugged his leg and rolled on the ground. Like the buzz-cut young man who was almost out of breath, he lost his ability to fight for a short time.
After getting rid of them, Lou Cheng looked at Wu Dong who was struggling to come closer and said with a smile,
"So it's Senior Brother Wu who wants to teach me a lesson. Then I have no choice but to ask for your advice."
Wu Dong looked gloomy and panted.
"I … I'm tired, but you're not tired? We're the same! "
I'm an Amateur Second Pin master! Who do you think you are?
Sorry, I'm not tired … Lou Cheng calmly got into a fighting posture with an eager look in his eyes.
Although Wu Dong was an Amateur Second Pin master, his master had told him that his body had been hollowed out by smoking and drinking. Now he was tired, weak in arms and legs, and had difficulty breathing. If he didn't dare to challenge and fight in this condition, what was the point of learning martial arts and practicing boxing?
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