Yang Yi is particularly looking forward to lunch time every day because the amount of lunch is the largest and the calories it can provide. As a person who exercises and practices martial arts every day, the panic of hunger before meal time is a must-pass pain every day.

Now Yang Yi can't even change the instant noodles because he doesn't have cigarettes and doesn't have money to buy cigarettes. He is embarrassed to ask Xiao Ran for money. He would rather be hungry than ask for help from outside. As for Zhang Yong, Yang Yi never mentioned a word at all and asked him for help.

Yang Yi felt that if he couldn't even solve the problem of eating, that would be a big deal.

But Yang Yi really never thought about snatching other people's food, and from beginning to end, he never thought about it.

However, after Zhang Yong reminded him, the evil seeds in Yang Yi's body began to sprout.

It’s not guilty to grab a group of scumbags or scumbags, and you can practice with them, why not do it?

So today Yang Yi decided to test his strength.

When he went to the restaurant for dinner, Yang Yi even walked according to his footwork. There was no way, he was so excited. After practicing hard for a few months, he finally got a real fight today and couldn't help but be excited.

Zhang Yong did not leave with Yang Yi because he knew he was going to cause trouble on purpose, so it would be better to stay away from him so as not to be able to eat lunch.

When Yang Yi picked up the plate, he was eager to try it out, and then he walked to the black man who was making food.

Today's lunch included chicken, although it was just one piece, but it had meat.

Yang Yi was very moved. The first time he had chicken, he poked someone else's eye because of a piece of chicken, and finally killed the boxing champion. Now, it's chicken again, but he has to steal someone else's.

After the meal was served, Yang Yi wanted to stand next to the team and start to collect it. However, after thinking about it, he quickly arrived at a table and finished eating the food as fast as possible. Then he returned to the side of the team and raised the plate.

Holding the plate looked like a beggar, which made Yang Yi feel extremely unhappy, but there was no way, and he didn't have any help to take the plate to collect other people's food.

Half of the people were still not having dinner. Yang Yi stood next to the team and put on a cold face, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Because everyone knows what it means to hold a plate and wait next to you.

Many people glared at Yang Yi. Yang Yi wanted to glar back and ordered others to put food on their plates. However, he thought very well but never had the nerve to open his mouth.

A short and strong black fat man also stood beside him with a plate. He looked at Yang Yi strangely, then frowned and said, "Hey, who are you taking it for?"

"I won't take care of anyone, I will collect food myself. Do you have any objection?"

Yang Yi was waiting for a Mexican who usually looked fierce. The Mexican once scolded him for no reason. At that time, he was busy going back to the cell to train, so he just thought it was a dog barking and ignored it. But today, he was going to trouble with that old Mo.

But at this moment, a short white man walked to Yang Yi and the fat black man.

The white man hesitated, and he didn't know who to hand over his chicken to.

Yang Yi couldn't help but look at the fat black man, and then the fat black man sternly said: "Get out! What are you looking at!"

This black fat man is not Yang Yi’s target, but since he has reached this point, there is no need to wait.

Yang Yi put the plate away and punched the fat black man in the nose.

The fat black man suddenly shook his head, then rolled his eyes and fell backward immediately.

In fact, Yang Yi was really easy to do, just a punch, but he didn't expect that the fat black man was so careless. You have to know that he was really a punch, not a trick in Mian Zhang's fist.

So Yang Yi was stunned by punching the fat black man on the ground.

"I understand, I'll give it to you."

The white man was going to give Yang Yi his chicken without saying a word.

As for Yang Yi, the more vicious he was, the more he wanted to provoke something. He didn't want anything like the thin white man's plate.

"Whoever wants your stuff, go away and eat it yourself!"

Yang Yi said angrily, and then he saw a group of black people pounce on him.

At least a dozen people.

Yang Yi was nervous and excited. He put the plate and immediately met the fastest black man.

The black man punched Yang Yi and hit him.

Actual combat is different from fighting.

At this time, Yang Yi had no time to think of any tricks. He shortened his body, drilled down and hit the black man in front of him, and then punched him in the belly.

The first black man fell to the ground without humming, and then Yang Yi retreated violently because the second black man called him.

He waved his hands suddenly, and Yang Yi wanted to grab the arm of the black man in front of him, but he put it on but didn't hold it firmly. So Yang Yi took the time to turn his head and avoided the punch that slapped him in the face, but his ears were still rubbed, causing pain.

Yang Yi's left arm was on top and his right arm was on bottom. Without thinking, he immediately hit the black man's armpit from bottom to top, and then his left arm held the black man's arm and pulled it down suddenly.

With a click, the black man immediately screamed miserably.

Yang Yi flicked to the left quickly. He used the trick that had not worked just now, but this time he succeeded because the black man who hit him was straightened and laughed but had not yet taken it back, so he grabbed him.

The two hands suddenly pulled and turned, and after another click, the black man screamed in miserableness.

The initial panic period passed, but Yang Yi still couldn't see how many people were in front of him. He thought very well, just fight one by one and deal with each other.

But after waiting to be surrounded by a group of people, Yang Yi found that the situation was different from what he imagined.

It's too messy and can't even see clearly, so there is still time to think of any moves.

Even as soon as he got short, he suddenly hit the sky cannon and a black man in front of him was blowing his teeth and blood. Yang Yi turned around, his hands were wrong, and he hit a black man's neck with two hands one after another.

Xingyiquan is to go and fight, and to fight. Mianzhangquan’s short attack is to look for the fatal key points. Grabbing is to rush into people’s joints, either splitting tendons or breaking bones. At this time, Yang Yi didn’t care about what to use, and he just did it conveniently.
Chapter completed!