Peng Jiang continued to sit there, while Ye Zhan and I asked for some game coins to play. No one came to cause trouble until dark. The next day was still the same. We wandered around the surrounding venues for a day, and the group of people who deliberately caused trouble seemed to have disappeared. Ye Zhan and I analyzed the reason and believed that the person behind it must have thought that the last strategy was successful and there would be a battle between us and Zhao Tiequan, so he didn't send anyone out these days. As long as we continue to be calm, the other party will definitely not be able to resist attacking.
We kept hanging around like this for four or five days, and finally something happened. That day, we were lurking in an Internet cafe, and suddenly four or five people came in with machetes, pointed at a man in the Internet cafe and shouted: "Damn it, how dare you steal my equipment?!" The man said in horror: "I don't play online games!" The four or five people didn't give him any explanation, and hacked him to death. The Internet cafe was in chaos, and the guests fled in all directions. No one dared to stay here. After those people were done hacking, they took advantage of the flow of people to run away.
Ye Zhan, Peng Jiang and I rushed over immediately. Ye Zhan and I each dragged a stool, but Peng Jiang was unarmed. Moreover, Peng Jiang ran very fast, even crossing two tables and knocking over several monitors. He ran and shouted, "Stop!"
The four or five people turned around and saw that only Peng Jiang was there, so they came back with machetes. Ye Zhan and I dragged the stool and shouted, "Brother Peng, be careful!" We wanted him to come back and fight with us. But Peng Jiang ignored us and punched the first person on the nose, saying, "Keep your eyes clear, your feet light, and move forward like a cat!" The man flew backwards with a cry of "ouch". Two more people attacked from both sides with machetes, slashing at Peng Jiang's arms.
Peng Jiang suddenly jumped up, kicked out with his legs apart, and kicked them hard in the chest, saying at the same time: "Continuous steps, attack forward, and use clever flying kicks to gain the upper hand!" As soon as he finished speaking, the two men were kicked out by him, and the machete fell to the ground with a "clang".
Ye Zhan and I dragged our stools behind us, staring at the scene in amazement. We had all seen these moves by Peng Jiang on Zhao Hongjun before. But when they were performed by Peng Jiang, the power was obviously increased several times.
Before Peng Jiang fell, another man with a machete chopped at Peng Jiang's chest. Peng Jiang spun in midair and hit the man's chest hard with his elbow. The man covered his chest, stepped back with a painful expression, and sat on the ground, unable to get up. Peng Jiang fell to the ground, muttering, "Three punches are not as good as one elbow!"
The man who was hit in the nose by Peng Jiang rushed over again, and Peng Jiang stretched out a finger to poke his eyes. The man rolled on the ground, covering his eyes, and his screams could be compared to the sound of a pig being slaughtered. Then Peng Jiang said again: "Three elbows are not as good as one finger!"
Ye Zhan and I opened our mouths wide. In less than a minute, Peng Jiang had knocked down four people!
A chill ran down my spine. If all of Zhao Tiequan's men were like Peng Jiang, how terrifying would their gang be? Fortunately, there are still guns in this society, otherwise Zhao Tiequan would be able to dominate the south of the city with these people!
Ye Zhan and I dragged the stool over and watched the four or five people fall to the ground and scream. I stuck out my tongue and said, "Brother Peng, you have great kung fu!" Peng Jiang said, "Practice martial arts in daily life so that you can defend yourself in times of crisis!"
Ye Zhan said with envy: "Brother Peng, can you accept me as your apprentice? I want to learn martial arts from you."
Peng Jiang shook his head: "No, you have to start practicing martial arts from childhood, without slacking off for even a day. You have to practice for twenty years to achieve some success. If you practice for forty years, you can reach the level of your master. Kung Fu is about effort."
Ye Zhan also shook his head: "Forget it, I won't learn it anymore."
I called Ah Jiu and asked him to bring some people over to tie up the four people on the ground and take them to the private room on the second floor of the billiard hall at the Black Tiger Gang headquarters. In the private room, these people were thrown to the ground with heavy ties, and their eyes showed fear.
Ye Zhan, Peng Jiang and I stood there, looking coldly at the four people on the ground.
I squatted down and asked one of them, "Who sent you to make trouble?"
The man said timidly: "Zhao Tiequan!"
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