The second floor of the entertainment room is the fighting training hall.

The fighting coach invited by Bu Meilixing is the serious Vale Tudo (unlimited fighting) athlete, named Li Zongzhu.

Twenty-eight years old, the year to fight.

Teacher Li is 177 cm tall and weighs 58.8 kg. He is a lightweight boxer.

Under the four-corner rope ring, Jiang Xueming carefully observed Teacher Li's posture.

——The muscles on the body are definitely not strong, and some of the subcutaneous fat is used as armor and also serve as physical reserves for the twelve rounds of the arena.

——There are many subtle bulging nodules on his arms and elbows, which should be traces left by long-term combat training and practitioners' boxing practice.

——He has a little longer arm span than ordinary people, with large palms, long waist and short legs.

"Boy!" Teacher Li Zongzhu shouted: "Change your clothes."

Xue Ming did not say a word, changed into clean and refreshing vest shorts, put on half-finger gloves, and then climbed onto the ring.

"Hehe..." Teacher Li smiled and said, "I'm not as easy to talk to as Lao Liu, and I can't stop fists and feet. If I accidentally hurt you later, don't say bad things to Mr. Xing."

Jiang Xueming looked at a relieved expression instead: "That's good, Master Li Zongzhu, don't worry, I won't say bad things about you."

Li Zongzhu didn't rush to do it. He had to ask Xue Ming's basic fighting foundation first. The gap between professional athletes and ordinary people was too big. Hiring him to box was a showdown fee. If Jiang Xueming was really beaten up, he would have to lose money. Isn't it a loss after all?

"What Mr. Xing means... He has never seen you fight with others." Teacher Li raised his eyebrows and jokingly: "Do you know how to fight? Have you had any fighting experience before? Seeing your white and tender facial features, I'm afraid you haven't been beaten, right?"

Jiang Xueming carefully recalled that when he was selling beef offal at Hung Hom Metro Station, he got off work after 10 o'clock in the evening, and the subway was constantly stopped.

At this time, many pickpockets and hooligans were involved in groups, and he had also encountered many.

The pickpockets' stealing skills are very unfamiliar. They usually hire half-aged children to let middle school students steal. If they can't steal, they will be brave enough to block the road and ask for it in groups of three or five.

If it doesn't work, it's the gangster's turn to use force with iron sticks.

Jiang Xueming also dealt with these people, greeted them, and finally got into a group and fought fiercely.

He never leaves overnight revenge.

When he met a student part-time pickpocket to earn pocket money, Xue Ming had already cleared his pockets and locked all the big money in the cashier shop.

If he encounters a group of little beasts blocking the road, he will take out his wrinkled cigarette boxes and hand them to apologize for his smile. The matter will be over.

When he ran into a local snake carrying a weapon, he usually ran away directly and ran very fast.

In the past four years, Jiang Xueming has only had one head-on fight with others.

That time he really couldn't escape, so he blocked six people in the alley and double-teamed them in front and back.

He just begged - he had no money on his body and didn't want to be beaten. It was useless to send cigarettes.

The bandit collected the cigarettes and asked him to return to the subway station, open the store and withdraw money from the cashier.

He still begged that the money in the cashier is owned by the store manager, he is just a worker, a poor family. If the surveillance camera records the store, not only will his work not be done, but he will also be treated as an accomplice by the police to jail together.

The bandits ignored it and showed off their weapons.

He finally begged - I hope my face will not be hurt. If this face is blue and purple, the passenger flow will probably be reduced by half.

"There is really nothing to be discussed?"

This is the last sentence he said, and it is also the last sentence that Brother Ye Bei taught him to be humble and tolerant and make people feel the worldly style.

He can't remember what happened that night very clearly—

——It happened more than two years ago.

In that alley, he first poked his eyes and kicked his crotch and then snatched his face.

He cracked the right arm of the bandit in the Tao, and the bones were exposed, piercing the guy's leather jacket.

Then the villain accomplices behind him rushed forward to subdue him.

He hid in the garbage truck on the side wall, pulled the bucket and poured it out, and the stick in his hand was deformed and bent due to the violent blow, and he threw it out along with it.

Then, he threw whatever he caught.

The side wall of the alley is the back door of the kitchen of a tea restaurant in Gangsheng Market. When he threw the things away, the criminals were screaming.

There was also a young man in the grade who was the youngest in the atmosphere, who was like a group that was brave enough to make up for the courage. When he saw his companions fall down one by one, he wanted to escape to the intersection, but he collapsed on the ground halfway through.

At that moment, Jiang Xueming came back to his senses and returned to normal from the transcendent state of rapid adrenal glands.

The doors, windows and door handles on the back door of the tea restaurant were gone. He removed them with his bare hands.

The young man in the atmosphere just now had a chestnut-sized bag swollen on the back of his head and had already fainted.

In the dark alley, only broken door handles and glass fragments were shining.

Blood continued to overflow from the intersection, and followed the pouring rain into the sewer.

That day, Jiang Xueming was very responsible. He found his cell phone from these people and called the car white, and then ran home like flying.

After that, he never encountered such trouble again. Occasionally, he encountered middle school students one or two more times to work as a pickpocket. He wanted to go up and say hello and ask if the injured people were healthy - whether they would pay money or whether they would have any trouble with a lawsuit.

These students saw Xue Ming's face and the apron on Xue Ming's body, and ran away as if they had seen the plague god.

He only remembers so much.

"Hey! Jiang Xueming!" Teacher Li raised his voice: "Class Jiang Xueming! Don't be idle! Answer the teacher's question carefully. Have you ever fought with people before? Can you fight?"

"Uh..." Jiang Xueming gave the most conservative answer: "Fighting is not considered... if you fight, I should... understand a little bit."

"I understand a little bit..." Li Zongzhu showed a disgusting look: "I understand everything slightly, it's mysterious, then you can follow my instructions!"

"Okay!" Jiang Xueming straightened his body.

Teacher Li: "Holding your knees and elbows."

Xue Ming followed suit.

Teacher Li: "Raise your arms."

Xue Ming continued to do it.

Teacher Li: "Prepare for fighting."

At this moment, Xue Ming tried hard to mobilize his muscles, trying to wake up his tired body again.

During the shooting training just now, he felt that his physical strength was not enough, so he should have had a good rest before accepting another teacher's training.

But he thought that the enemy would not give him time to rest.

It was like he had been working all day, dragging his weak body and returning home at 10 o'clock in the evening with the cold rain.

The gangster won't give him time to rest.

If selling beef and offal is his profession, then stealing, robbery, murder and murder are his professions.

When he was exhausted, perhaps these professional criminals were sleeping full and full of strength.

There is no fairness to say about this, this is life.

"It's high and low, it's tight and it's stiff." Teacher Li gently patted Jiang Xueming's boxing holder and corrected his standing posture: "It seems that you don't understand fighting at all."

Jiang Xueming replied: "Yes, I don't understand at all."

"Press me." Teacher Li covered his face with a palm and punched him to protect his heart.

Jiang Xueming asked: "How to fight?"

Teacher Li was amused and crying: "You fight in the most comfortable way you are best at. How do you fight? You can't even stand well on the boxing stance, so how can I ask you to fight? You can fight whatever you fight! Treat the ring as a street, there are no rules and no restrictions."

Jiang Xueming continued, "Really? Teacher Li?"

"Are you still afraid of hurting me?" Li Zongzhu smiled and said, "I'm making a living by fighting. Don't use your hobbies to challenge other people's careers?"

"good..."

Before the words were finished—

——Li Zongzhu only felt a chill under her crotch.

Almost instinctively drove him to clamp his legs and tilt his body down sharply.

Jiang Xueming kicked out his vaginal leg and went with the force of breaking his son and grandson.

Li Zongzhu's face was scared green, and his two powerful thighs were tightly clamped tightly. The sudden sterilization kick was hit.

His reaction was very fast, and his elbows, which were protecting the heart gate, followed his body to defend himself, and stopped Xue Ming's legs at the knees of his legs.

Teacher Li was sweating all over his head, and he raised his head and asked, "Do you...be a man of martial ethics?"

"If it's really a fight..." Jiang Xueming said frankly: "I should have picked up a red brick just now, or made a pair of big scissors, and took action when the teacher lowered his head to protect his crotch."

"Oh oh oh!" Li Zongzhu was very angry. Thinking that this was Mr. Xing's friend, it was difficult to have an attack: "You said it! You said it! I'm not polite! Jiang Xueming!"

"Sorry, I don't use these vicious tricks." Jiang Xueming closed his legs: "Please give me advice..."

"You can't kick the crotch." Li Zongzhu frowned and pointed at Jiang Xueming: "You can't get your eyes in the back, you can't hit the back of the head. This is the most basic rule in the UFC ring. If you get off the ring, you can do whatever you want, and at least respect my profession."

"Okay, teacher." Jiang Xueming thought to himself - that's not what you said just now.

Li Zongzhu turned into a defensive position and immediately shouted: "Beat me."
To be continued...