They are all people who have seen big storms. Yang Jingxing's successful sneak attack only made the room quiet for a short time, and then the black man's own companion started to scream weirdly and even knocked on the table. They were very excited.

In this way, the entertainment girls who should have been well-informed also looked frightened.

"Fuck!" Zhu Junlan looked cheerful as he was afraid of being slapped, but he still quickly showed a diplomatic expression: "Applause."

Qin Liang led a few shirts in applause, and the waiters and translators also joined in the fun, but the little frog didn't show any respect and stared without blinking.

Qin Liang saw it: "Strong type, good, we will lose the strength."

The black man quickly stood up, moved his chest and gave his middle finger to his gloating companion. His expression made the Chinese stop celebrating and let everyone seriously face the real challenge ahead.

Yang Jingxing could only accompany the smiling face forward, and bent down to pick up the cushion at the black man's feet. The black man had a much more sportsmanlike spirit and did not take the opportunity to make a sneak attack, wasting the alert looks of Qin Liang and others.

When they faced off again, the black man still acted as before, but his vigilant expression was slightly fierce. Yang Jingxing also continued to stand still with a calm expression, but his right hand changed to grasping the side of the cushion, and he was not holding it as casually as before.

The black man moved, as if he no longer looked down upon his opponent, and the distance between him and Yang Jingxing was always about one meter. Perhaps because of the rogue host rule of not being able to slap in the face, the black man shook his raised fists for a long time but did not poke them out.

After wasting ten or twenty seconds of the audience holding their breath, the black man was despised by his companions again, so he suddenly kicked out towards Yang Jingxing, a conservative low-side kick.

When the compatriot shouted to be careful, the cushion in Yang Jingxing's hand had already bounced onto the black man's chest. But Yang Jingxing still lacked practical experience, and when he waited for his heel, the cushion had been blocked by the black man.

The black man's foot successfully swept Yang Jingxing's right knee, but he did not take the move. Instead, he looked at Yang Jingxing's leather shoes that were parked a few centimeters in front of his chest for no apparent reason. Yang Jingxing quickly took them back.

The two sides distanced themselves again, and then there were complaints and regrets all around. Zhu Junlan ordered his subordinates to stop yelling, and he excitedly encouraged Yang Jingxing: "Don't stop, nothing will happen. Fight seriously, the niggas will resist..."

The black man and the translator asked both parties to take off their shoes. Yes, his pair of shiny and flashy shoes must be much more expensive than the ones on Yang Jingxing's feet. Zhu Junlan then scolded the little frog to put away the phone and helped Yang Jingxing pick up the cushions, which caused some anger from the black man.

dissatisfied.

Yang Jingxing's tactics were successful. When the black man stared at him again and made useless efforts, he had to pay attention to his hand holding the cushion. The black man also stopped moving his legs. Maybe Yang Jingxing's unmoving resistance just now showed some strength in fighting.

The international friends watching from the side were dissatisfied and booed again, so Yang Jingxing respectfully followed the order and kicked out first, the same low-side kick, but the timing and distance seemed not very good, and the black man could avoid it with a slight kick.

Just when the black man was avoiding the lower plate, the cushion rushed towards him again. The black man ignored the indestructible hidden weapon and punched Yang Jingxing's head with his left fist. The best defense is to attack. It must be his instinct that made him forget the rules.

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Yang Jingxing tilted his neck to avoid the straight punch, and immediately bent his right arm to block the opponent's punch with the other hand. He then charged up and punched the black man's chest through the cushion. It was slightly deflected, close to the heart.

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It was a confrontation between lightning and flint. The sound of the cushion being squeezed violently, like a muffled fart, mixed with the sound of the black man's chest being beaten, creating a lingering effect.

The black man staggered back two steps, half-bent, silent, but still staring at Yang Jingxing.

The women started shouting and chattering regardless of their profession, but the men present were all practicing men, and they seemed to find it difficult to accept the fact that the nigger was punched away through the cushions, so he had to seriously check for a moment whether these two were acting.

Yang Jingxing did not continue to attack, but the black man really stood up, but his chest was not fully erect. He coughed a little, and then took a deep breath.

The Yankees stopped making fun of their companions and showed some care in words, in exchange for the blacks complaining.

The translator was responsible: "He said you were playing tricks and it was unfair... He wanted to check the cushions... Americans just misunderstood us... They said he was no match for you..." The translator also expressed patriotic pride.

The little frog jumped out suddenly: "You told him because you were afraid of breaking him, how stupid are you!?" The villain looked extremely vicious when he was determined.

The translation also pays attention to international relations, relaying that the cushions are a protective measure for each other, not a trick.

The little frog was proud again: "Am I bragging! Am I not?" He no longer respected the leader.

Zhu Junlan ignored his subordinates and looked at Yang Jingxing seriously.

Yang Jingxing relaxed: "Is that okay? Brother Lan." He returned the cushion to the waiter.

Zhu Junlan looked at his other subordinates: "Do you think there's a problem with that white guy?"

One shirt looked at Yang Jingxing and worried about Zhu Junlan: "What if the control is not good..." The other one was also serious: "Boxing is different from fighting. Arm wrestling is okay, but if you really do it, it can only be done in one or two blows...

…Don’t you know where this brother is from?”

Yang Jingxing, who had nowhere to go, said goodbye: "Brother Lan, I'm leaving first..."

Seeing that the big white man was taking off his watch, Zhu Junlan hesitated for a moment and then said to the translator: "No more fun, that's it."

Yang Jingxing blocked Qin Liang's hand touching his arm and begged for mercy: "Brother Liang..."

Qin Liang said seriously: "Don't look at them because they are thick and useless. They only take medicine."

The big white man was taking off his shoes and ignored the translator in front of him who expressed his Chinese opinions with a smiling face. The black man who was fighting with Yang Jingxing sat on the sofa and started shouting. The atmosphere in the room seemed to be unharmonious.

Zhu Junlan shouted at several professional women: "Accompany the guests!"

Several women quickly showed off their professional skills and posted it, but the big white man was no longer playful at this time, but was ready to wave to Yang Jingxing, and then pushed the woman who posted it again away: "**off!

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The leader of the special forces sternly reminded his companions to be polite.

But the translator was rudely blocked by the big man, and the translator complained: "Manager Zhu, he scolded us." Yang Jingxing also understood, although the other person may have just spoken words and did not target any ethnic group.

"Fuck!" Zhu Junlan greeted him with a smile on his face: "no, no, friend, okay?"

The translator simply had to bear the pain to convey it.

But Yang Jingxing said again: "Brother Lan, I'll give it a try, you just need to save me in time." He was still laughing.

Zhu Junlan looked back and nodded: "Do it! Qin Liang calls for someone."

Qin Liang actually turned on the intercom, and Yang Jingxing quickly said: "No, it should be fine." Then he said to the translator: "Pay attention to friendship first."

The translator nodded: "He is best at Jiu Jitsu, as I said before..."

Yang Jingxing wanted to take the cushion again, but the compatriot refused firmly, and the waiter pretended not to hear.

The stance of Jiu-Jitsu players is different from that of boxers, and they are more relaxed. What’s funny is that when Yang Jingxing and his opponent were turning in circles, the spectators also followed suit. Qin Liang, who had an understanding of Jiu-Jitsu, gave various reminders, and Zhu Junlan was attentive.

Like the referee, although the Americans cheered for their teammates, they were not as lively as before.

Although he was much bigger, he did not have the advantage of height or arm length. The jiu-jitsu player pretended to raise his legs several times to test, but Yang Jingxing did not overreact and both sides were cautious.

Halfway through another relatively large kick, the big white man instantly leaned over and rushed towards Yang Jingxing, very fast, like an eagle catching a chicken.

The distance was too close, and it was too late for Yang Jingxing to dodge, and Qin Liang's reminder came even belatedly. In order to avoid getting entangled with a man, Yang Jingxing's colleague who retreated grabbed the other man's wrist.

Although Yang Jingxing was more stable and ruthless than ordinary people, the opponent did not panic because of such an accident. Instead, he responded professionally and promptly. He resisted Yang Jingxing with his upper body and simultaneously moved his arms in a very smooth counterattack.

Qin Liang shouted blindly: "Don't be locked up, it's over..."

Yang Jingxing may have been frightened, so he exerted force on his hand, but he was not sure of the strength. The big white man let out a strong groan and moved his legs up to entangle Yang Jingxing.

Yang Jingxing added more force, not only squeezing hard but also lifting it up.

"Ah!" The white man screamed roughly, but stopped quickly. Although Yang Jingxing controlled him and half raised his hands, the jujitsu player quickly used his skillful techniques to continue to counterattack.

Yang Jingxing was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, and the two of them sat on the bar.

There was another cry of pain, and the jiu-jitsu player turned his wrists and arms hard to attack Yang Jingxing's neck. The spectators moved over, Zhu Junlan and Qin Liang shouted, and the translator also shouted, not knowing whether they were afraid of hurting whom, and then

Everyone shouted.

The body of such a good player should not be very fragile. Yang Jingxing increased his strength and raised his arms high while the opponent shouted before he reached the limit and completely controlled it.

If the jiu-jitsu player didn't give up, his legs would wrap around Yang Jingxing's waist, which was quite disgusting. Yang Jingxing didn't listen to Qin Liang's advice and ducked outwards, and had to move quite a distance very quickly to pull away the opponent who was pressing every step of the way.

After building a certain distance, Yang Jingxing exerted more force, almost lifting the opponent up and making him lose his center of gravity. Then he raised his leg and kicked the opponent in the chest using the same old trick, but this time there was no cushion.

After the kick, Yang Jingxing did not let go, and then the audience saw the jujitsu player kneeling on the ground being lifted up by Yang Jingxing, who himself was trying hard to stand firm.

Shouting to stop, the leader of the Americans rushed up to separate the two contestants immediately, but he was concerned about his partner. After holding him up, he asked questions one after another, and another black man also came to help.

After the jiu-jitsu player calmed down, he cursed in a low voice, but the translator didn't complain. Maybe it was because the opponent looked really in pain. Yang Jingxing also showed concern, and he could speak a little English.

Judging by his expression, the jiu-jitsu player doesn't have any deep hatred for Yang Jingxing, but he curses him as a monster or something. After all, his wrists have begun to become red and swollen, and he rubs his chest.

The entire Chinese side expressed concern for their international friends, and the translator suggested that a glass of water or wine would be fine. The Jiu-Jitsu player has a strong recovery ability and was able to joke about asking for marijuana. Zhu Junlan could only feel embarrassed.

The little frog also paid attention to Yang Jingxing: "The place is too narrow, you have one foot per foot..."

After a period of harmony and friendship, it was the third scene that was irresistible and even somewhat anticipated. Captain America seemed to have a gentle temper and was OK with all the instructions relayed by the translator. He even shook hands with Yang Jingxing and respectfully called him a master. He was not taken seriously.

make fun of.

Yang Jingxing also received a lot of attention. The two shirts reminded him that the jujitsu player was just an ordinary soldier, but the leader was a killer. Although he didn't look too fierce, in a real fight, nothing could be said, so

Be very careful.

For the final showdown, the venue was rearranged. Zhu Junlan checked and warned again and again, but never let things like wine bottles appear in the friendly competition.

Qin Liang comforted Yang Jingxing again: "If the situation is not right, just make a signal and we will go together."

Another said: "It seems that when I am forty years old or above, my speed and strength will definitely not be as good as yours. I must be calm."

Zhu Junlan encouraged: "Brother, no matter what, I will remember what happened today..."

Just as he was about to start, Yang Jingxing's phone rang, and the waiter quickly brought it over. Wang Rui called, and Yang Jingxing answered it, so the surrounding area became quiet.

"Uncle Strange, what are you doing if you haven't come back yet?" Wang Rui seemed to be drinking again.

Yang Jingxing said: "Right away, a few minutes."

Wang Rui warned: "You are not allowed to drink. If you drink, the boss will not let you kiss me."

Yang Jingxing said: "I won't drink, so don't drink either. Be careful and get scolded when you go home."

Wang Rui said: "Then I won't go home..."
To be continued...