Wang Mao was very angry.
He has been in the circle for so many years, he is a generation of action star, and he is also from the authentic Wudang family. Apart from anything else, who dares to challenge him in fighting?
Before his debut, he was the national Sanda champion for three consecutive years.
He is proficient in all eighteen martial arts and all kinds of boxing and palm techniques.
Now a little bodyguard and a little stuntman are actually provoking him again and again.
I can tolerate my uncle, but I can’t tolerate my aunt.
He was filled with anger and his mind was full of rage. At this moment, he had only one thought.
That is to knock down this kid who came out of nowhere and teach him a lesson.
When it comes to fighting, Wang Mao is not afraid of anyone.
In fact, he is indeed different from other action stars. When it comes to kung fu, his kung fu is real.
He is recognized as the best action star in the circle and even goes to Hollywood to make movies from time to time.
It may be a bit of an exaggeration to call him an international superstar, but in the country, he is definitely a top-tier figure.
Wang Mao was too lazy to talk nonsense with Tang Xiaobao. He was so angry that he couldn't say a word. He wanted to prove his strength with facts.
Isn't it just a fight?
Come on, kid, I'll let you suffer a little. If that doesn't work, you can sue me tomorrow. I can just make the headlines and pay you some money. I'm rich. Come on, let me pay you 100,000 yuan first.
Without saying a word, Wang Mao swung his hand and slapped Tang Xiaobao in the ear.
But just as he raised his hand, he heard a bang and an ashtray hit his forehead.
Wang Mao was hit so hard that he saw stars and subconsciously took a few steps back.
Bang!
The ashtray fell to the floor.
Tang Xiaobao smiled disdainfully: "You want to sneak attack me? I told you not to, but you refused to listen. Everyone was watching. You started it first, so this is justified self-defense."
Shameless, so shameless.
On the side, Wang Mao's two friends stood up.
Feng Chen was a little surprised, his mouth and eyes widened, he was completely dumbfounded.
Wang Mao was beaten?
There's a bump on your forehead?
It’s bad, it’s bad, something big has happened.
This is Wang Mao, a martial arts star, the number one action star in the country, and the national Sanda champion.
He thought he was dazzled and that Tang Xiaobao had attacked him by surprise. So, he knew that Wang Mao must be extremely angry now, absolutely furious. So next, boy, be prepared to accept Elvis's wrath.
Feng Chen's girlfriend covered her mouth and didn't scream out.
"Don't shout, just wait and see. This guy is dead." Feng Chen quickly stopped her from shouting.
The boss was also confused.
Isn’t this a star?
Big stars also fight with each other?
Why would this big star fight with a bodyguard? Isn't this lowering his own status?
What’s more, this was the number one fighting star, but before he could even make a move, someone hit him on the forehead and gave him a bump.
It's so embarrassing. It's really embarrassing.
The boss wanted to come out and persuade them, but then he thought that this kind of excitement was not something you could see often.
This guy is also a smart guy. He often receives celebrity guests. He knows that these celebrities have plenty of money and are proud of their status. If they break something, they will generously compensate for it afterwards.
I'm not short of money.
Therefore, he now hopes that the two of them will fight more fiercely.
Xiaoyanzi quickly stood up, hid behind Tang Xiaobao, and looked at Wang Mao opposite her with sympathy.
She knew Tang Xiaobao too well. He was a freak, but in her heart, he was the perfect man, the most handsome and invincible being in the world. He could leap from a four-story building without a scratch. Could you guys do that? Could you shoot a martial arts film without wires, just fly up a tree? ...
Xiaoyanzi was not afraid at all, but rather excited. She was like a little sister protected by an older brother. She hid behind Tang Xiaobao, her heart pounding. She felt so safe hiding behind Tang Xiaobao. Tang Xiaobao was so handsome, so cool.
"How dare you hit me?"
Covering his forehead, Wang Mao trembled all over.
Tang Xiaobao curled his lips: "Why the hell can't I hit you? You started it first, so I deserve it! Aren't you a three-time Sanda champion? Come on, come on, hurry up and practice."
Not far away, some passers-by stopped and watched from afar.
These passers-by are either celebrities or extras who make a living in film and television bases all year round. They all recognize Wang Mao.
So, there was a lot of discussion.
"Holy crap, look, that's Elvis, right?"
"It seems so, number one fighting star?"
"Why do you seem to have suffered a loss?"
"Who's that guy across the street? Is that Xiaoyanzi behind him?"
"I don't know him, but it happened so fast just now that I didn't see it clearly."
"Don't worry, it's about to start again."
In a car not far away, several paparazzi were complaining.
"I said, what happened to you? Why didn't you take a picture of it?"
"Damn, this was too fast. I didn't even have time. But I still took a few pictures."
"Just these few pictures aren't enough. Keep shooting. We need to film them fighting."
"That's right, this is the number one fighting star."
"This guy just wants to make headlines."
"We need headlines. The audience likes to watch it. Don't worry about his character. Just keep a close eye on him."
…
Wang Mao glared at Tang Xiaobao with murderous eyes.
You want to see my Sanda skills, right?
Okay, I'll show you right away what it means to be a true master.
"Okay, come on, practice."
Wang Mao roared angrily, no longer caring about anything else, his mind was full of thoughts of revenge.
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