When Yang Rui saw Chachai finally got angry, he couldn't help but laugh, but he did not show his intentions on his face. At this moment, he studied Yuan Yan's confusing expression in depth and said in surprise:

"Didn't you hope that's what you want? You'll call me here now. Isn't it because you're afraid of losing? You think you'll be urinated by me again, so you come to this place where no one sees it, right?"

I guess it was not an ordinary person. Although he was already angry, he still maintained great rationality. When Yang Rui was speaking, his hands and feet had already begun to prepare for exercise. Although there was no exaggeration of the worship style of the Muay Thai competition, it was enough to appear that he had taken action by the way.

Yang Rui knew that he had made him restless, but it was impossible to make him completely out of control. If he continued, it might make him more fighting spirit. In that way, he would suffer a loss, so he did not continue to stimulate him.

"Check and guess! I know your mission is to kill me, and you did not choose to use pistols and other weapons out of confidence in your own skills."

I guess it was because I had absolute confidence and would not let Yang Rui run away from this alley. So I just stared at him and didn't take action. I wanted to see clearly what the young man in front of me who looked not old and had no combat experience was worth relying on and could defeat him.

Now suddenly seeing Yang Rui put away his mockery of himself. He changed to a serious expression on his face. He also became serious and said proudly in a standard Mandarin, "I am killing people. Not fighting. Why do you need a gun? My fist is the most powerful weapon! Any part of my body can become a weapon!"

This is the case for killers, except for some people who cannot get close to them. Generally, powerful killers will not choose to use cloud-distance guns to assassinate. The more powerful a person is, the more they dare to get closer to the target. They use a pistol to shoot at close range, and only use an ordinary fruit knife in the ground. There is no need for any weapon in the ground. They can only use their body and everything to kill people.

The latter type is the latter. This is not only a level display, but also a stimulating experience. It is like driving. Since you have learned it, it is impossible to drive in the training ground all the time. Finally, you have to go on the road and then gradually speed up your driving speed. Some even like to stimulate the stimulation of racing.

Killing people at close range, and being able to retreat calmly and easily without being discovered is a proud qualification, and killing the homepage is a kind of enjoyment.

Chachai said that he used fingers, feet, knees, and heads in any part of his body. Yang Rui was secretly amused when he heard this, bragging! I am full of weapons, and both jj and urine can resist the enemy.

"And you were in the bathroom. I have defeated once. But you are not convinced. Although you were the one who sneaked me in front of me, you think I was sneaking you and defeated you with despicable means, so now I'm here. I want to have a fair competition with me, right?" Yang Rui frowned. He could only see his expression was very serious. But he couldn't see his eyes clearly after checking and guessing.

"Yes. You did hit me just now, but I don't admit that you were defeated by you. Now I will give you a chance. If you can defeat me openly, I can give up this mission!"

Chacai's eyes were flashing with excitement. For him, there was already a lot of money. It was not the most important thing. The most important thing was the stimulating experience, otherwise he would not be a killer. The stimulation of a killer was far from a master who could defeat himself.

Yang Rui smiled mockingly for a moment. "Aren't you talking nonsense? I can defeat you openly. Do you still need to give up this mission? Do you think I will give you a chance to kill me? Humph. If I didn't consider the influence just now, you would have died in the toilet!"

Chacha was already impatient. Hearing Yang Rui mentioned his Waterloo again, he quickly held his coat and threw it on the ground casually, and then shouted unreasonably: "Come on! Use the so-called kung fu of your sick man in East Asia to compete with me!"

Yang Rui would not be fooled by using provocation as well. He swung back and forth casually, stretched his body left and right, and then smiled strangely: "Check guess, do you believe it or not, I can knock you down with just three moves?"

Chachai was stunned and then burst into laughter. He was extremely angry and no one dared to say to him like this! "Okay, very good. It seems that I met a real Chinese kung fu master today! Come on, take out your kung fu skills to fly over the eaves and walls!"

Now the two of them were standing face to face in the box, less than two meters away. Chachai had raised his arms in front of him and looked at Yang Rui in the preparatory form of Muay Thai. Seeing that he said nothing but practice, he hooked his fingers at him enough and urged him: "Hurry up! Don't let me despise you Chinese."

"Ok, you're ready, I'm going to make a move-"

Chachai originally didn't believe that Chinese Kung Fu could reach the level of flying eaves and walls, breaking mountains and rocks in movies. With his experience in fighting black market boxing, he has also met many boxers from China, but they are not his opponents. But now he doesn't need to prepare at all when he sees Yang Rui, and he is confident in applying, which makes him a little suspicious. Did I meet the legendary Chinese folk master who doesn't show his appearance?

But when he saw Yang Rui's face, he really didn't believe that such a young man in his twenties would be a folk master. He sneered slightly and said to himself, "I see how you pretend to be a ghost, you just want to take the opportunity to use despicable means!"

Before he could finish speaking slowly, an exquisite pistol had appeared in his hand, and the muzzle had been pointed at Cha Guess!

Chacha's face changed. He had become angry and said coldly: "I treat you as an opponent, so I invite you here, and I didn't attack you. This is respect for you. You can fight with me, and you will get my respect if you win or lose! But what does this mean now? If you use strong words, no matter if you have a real gun or find a toy gun and bluff, you will no longer get my respect! I will look down on you Chinese!"

Yang Rui smiled and said, "Check and guess, you can speak Chinese and use idioms. You should have a considerable understanding of Chinese culture. From your words, you can also see that you have a certain analysis of the Chinese character.

That’s right, Chinese people love face the most, especially when dealing with foreigners. What we like to do the most seem to be very successful, but in fact it’s quite boring and meaningless.

Hehe, do you think you say that. Do I feel that I have no backbone? I want to fight you in order to fight for a breath? I am idiot! You are here to kill me. Do you regard me as an opponent? Whether you respect me or not is my business? What do I want you to respect?"

He himself knew very well. Although he could compete with the test and guess with strength, his body and hands and feet were only stronger than ordinary people. If he wanted to compete with Muay Thai players who had been practicing hard since childhood, he would be painful to death. Why bother hurting himself for a breath of bird energy?

Chacai's expression changed again, but he didn't expect that Yang Rui had no reaction at all.

"Have you seen "The Hero of Essence and Martial Arts"? The best way to knock down the opponent is to use a gun. The purpose of practicing martial arts is to train a person's body and mind, promote the limit of physical fitness, and promote the cultivation of the mind. The third move, shooting-" Yang Rui just said so much to him just now. He wanted to take out the gun that Tang Yuling had lent him before leaving while he relaxed his vigilance. Now that his purpose has been achieved, he naturally would not give the same opportunity to delay time to his opponent. In order to avoid the long nights and dreams, he immediately fired!

Yang Rui himself has no guns. Tang Yuling has already gone back. He gave her gun to Yang Rui before firing at her house last night. He is always vigilant now, and naturally he will not put such precious gifts at home, and will keep them in close confinement - if they are placed at home, they will scare their parents to death.

He had not tried the marksmanship with Lin Cong and Tang Yuling, but he knew very well. His marksmanship was not very accurate. But now the two of them are less than two meters apart, and a big target can be hit even with just one shot.

When he heard the gunshot, Cha Gui still didn't believe that Yang Rui was in his hand. He felt blood gushing out, so he looked down. Seeing that his stomach was already bleeding, he felt a sharp pain and believed that this was not an hallucination.

"Depending on your appearance, you should still have the ability to hit me?" Yang Rui shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect that I had not got you done with it yet, so let's continue."

Kan Chachaqi had already rushed over, and before he could finish his words, Yang Rui had already shot her in the thigh!

Muay Thai players are no longer powerful and moves. They have to undergo very strict and hard training since childhood, in addition to making their fists and feet very hard, their ability to resist beats and endure pain is also far stronger than that of ordinary people.
Chapter completed!