Just as he touched the Rat King Blade, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw Wan Qiang lying on his side with one leg hanging on the steel box. Wan Qiang glared at Zhang Xiaoqiang angrily. There was a wine cup on his chest, and the wine in the cup had spilled all over Wan Qiang's clothes.
Wan Qiang grabbed the wine cup, stood up and stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang. He crushed the wine cup and roared:
"Do you think it's easy for me to have clothes?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang scratched his head. It seems like he was in the wrong. He was the one who threw the wine cup, and the other was wearing a beige shirt. Moreover, he had ruined the shirt.
"How many food stamps did you buy it for?
I will give you food stamps to buy it! "
Zhang Xiaoqiang said as he took out the remaining food stamps from his pocket. He was ready to settle this dispute.
"Where can I buy something that I can wear?
You are going to find it for me?
Don't think that even if you have food stamps, I also have food stamps. "
Wan Qiang took out a small amount of food stamps from his pocket and waved it. These food stamps were taken from the jacket that covered his lower body that day.
"How do you want to settle this?
Don't be so shameless! "
Zhang Xiaoqiang was also angry. He shouted at Wan Qiang. After drinking, he was different from his usual self. He was a bit impulsive.
Wan Qiang was annoyed by Zhang Xiaoqiang's loud shout. He rushed forward and grabbed Zhang Xiaoqiang's collar and shouted at him:
"You have to be clear. You are the one who ruined my clothes. Why is your voice louder than mine!"
Seeing this, Yutou quickly took out his gun and pointed it at Wan Qiang's bald head.
"Yutou, put down the gun. This is a problem between men. We cannot let others think that we are bullying him."
Zhang Xiao Qiang spoke righteously. After he finished speaking, he turned his head and spat at Wan Qiang's big face, shouting loudly:
"Did you hit me?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang's bad behavior successfully angered Wan Qiang, who had lost his mind and wanted to reason with him. Wan Qiang picked up Zhang Xiaoqiang and threw him to the stage. He roared, "I'll tear you apart!"
Yutou was shocked and rushed to the stage to catch Zhang Xiaoqiang. However, he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang somersaulting in the air and landing on one knee. With a loud noise, the wooden floor above his knee shattered into pieces. Amidst the flying sawdust, Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly got up and pointed his middle finger at Wan Qiang. He shouted, "F * ck, you want me to pay for it?
We'll talk after you beat me … "
As soon as Zhang Xiaoqiang's words came out, the jaws of all the men in the theater dropped to the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was less than 1.8 meters tall, actually wanted to fight with Wan Qiang, who was 2.34 meters tall.
That was not a big deal. The point was that Zhang Xiaoqiang was in a wheelchair just a minute ago. They couldn't figure it out. They had seen people who wanted to die, but they had never seen someone who wanted to die like this.
"Ow!"
Wan Qiang shouted and was about to rush to Zhang Xiaoqiang, but Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his right hand and stopped him. He shouted, "Wait …"
Wan Qiang was also obedient. He stopped and wanted to see what Zhang Xiaoqiang was going to do.
Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up a woman from the corner of the stage. It was the foreign girl who was a head taller than Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang threw the foreign girl out like a doll and shouted, "Yutou, catch her. I found you a foreign wife."
The foreign girl flew to Yutou. Yutou had opened his arms and was ready to intercept her. When he heard the last three words of Zhang Xiaoqiang, he trembled with fear. His hands and feet became weak. He watched the foreign girl brush his scalp and fall to the floor on top of him, crying in pain.
"Useless thing … What are you looking at, boy, let's continue …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded Yutou and continued to provoke Wan Qiang.
Wan Qiang didn't roar this time. He admired Zhang Xiaoqiang a little. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang's moral character was not good, what he did was indeed what a man should do. Wan Qiang thought in his heart that he didn't need to use too much force. He just needed to knock him out, tear his clothes, and then take him to report.
"Dong, dong, dong …" Wan Qiang trotted to Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was standing on the stage and winking. He immediately jumped up, put on the posture of an eagle, and waved his palm at Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Seeing Wan Qiang jump up, Zhang Xiaoqiang's mouth revealed a trace of smile. He bent down and squatted down. He exerted force on his right foot and suddenly rushed to Wan Qiang's lower body. Then, he kicked Wan Qiang's lower body.
"Bang …" Broken wood splashed everywhere. Wan Qiang stood on the stage. His feet were deeply embedded in the wooden floor. He lifted his foot to expand the hole that trapped his feet. He didn't care about Zhang Xiaoqiang who was standing in front of him. He looked down at his crotch. A big footprint was embedded in it. Zhang Xiaoqiang's soles were also stained with a lot of foreign wine.
Plus the dust that was already there, the crotch of his blue jeans was stained.
"Look at what you did?"
Wan Qiang pointed at his crotch and shouted at Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"You are such a big man, how can you do such a dirty thing? I will say it again, if you win, I will make ten sets for you, all handmade."
Zhang Xiaoqiang's declaration became a declaration of war. The two of them fought again. Zhang Xiaoqiang easily dodged several of Wan Qiang's big slaps. Zhang Xiaoqiang also used all his strength to hit different acupuncture points on Wan Qiang's body. It seemed that Wan Qiang was not affected at all. At the place where the two of them fought, the wooden floor under their feet became a wreckage. The flying wood splinters pushed the guests who were sitting in the distance to the corner.
Yutou dragged the half-dead foreign girl to the corner. He pulled over a few wooden tables and chairs to build a fortification. He hid behind the fortification and watched the show.
This was the first time Yutou saw Zhang Xiaoqiang fight. In the past, whenever the seniors talked about Zhang Xiaoqiang's methods, he would feel refreshed and happy. He wished he could travel back in time to see it. Now that Zhang Xiaoqiang was drunk, he forgot to act cool and showed off his skills. Yutou's blood was boiling.
Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wan Qiang were testing each other in the previous few rounds. Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to test Wan Qiang's physical strength to prepare for the next attack. Wan Qiang wanted to test Zhang Xiaoqiang's true ability. He wanted to see how much strength he should hold back so that he wouldn't kill Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Very quickly, the two separated and sized each other up.
Both sides had come to the same conclusion. Zhang Xiaoqiang's skills had been recognized by Wan Qiang. He knew that even if he didn't hold back against Zhang Xiaoqiang, he might not be able to win.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little jealous. Wan Qiang's physical strength was almost the same as a D2, but his speed was faster than a D2. His strength hadn't decreased in the slightest. The worst thing was that this living D2 could see. With his current strength, he couldn't do any actual damage to Wan Qiang.
"Hey!
I say, how about we forget it? I'll pay for your clothes. You can't beat me. "
Zhang Xiao Qiang was drenched in sweat, and his tipsiness had subsided. He shouted at Wan Qiang, wanting to resolve the matter.
Wan Qiang heard this and his heart skipped a beat. He revealed a look of disdain and said mockingly:
"Even a pretty boy like you is afraid?"
"Y-y-you … I dare you to say that again …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang pointed at Wan Qiang. He was trembling with anger. Wan Qiang said he was a pretty boy. Did he look like someone who lived off a woman?
"You're whiter than me. If you're not a pretty boy, then what are you?
You're just a pretty boy … "
"Son of a b * tch, who asked you to speak so cheap …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted and took the initiative to charge at Wan Qiang.