While Chen Hui was discussing issues with the school, the pandas far away in the United States were also busy.

Baby Bar in Houston.

Mijay was drinking brandy, wearing a leather jacket, staring at the three-point dancer in the middle of the bar, staring at the three-point pole dancer in the middle of the bar.

"One more drink."

Mick greeted the big black bartender.

"Mick, you've already drunk two bottles, and you don't have the money to pay. The boss told me that the bar is not on credit, so don't make it difficult for me to do it."

The black bartender said in embarrassment.

"Mik has money, I have another bottle."

Mick roared drunk.

"Is there any money?"

The bar owner heard Mick's roar, walked over with a disdainful smile, and looked at Mick: "Mic, your glorious years have passed. This is not a place for you to eat for free. Get out of here."

"My glorious years have passed, but my fists have been able to smash your head to pieces. Do you want to try it?"

Mick narrowed his eyes, and a beast-like ray of light burst out from his eyes, and a pair of medicine was pounced on him at any time.

"Try hitting me, you are just a cripple now. I'm afraid you can't catch up with a woman. Give him another bottle of wine. After all, when he used to play the brilliance of black boxing, he did win a lot of money for me. Just think I'm kind to give him a reward. Just this time, if I see you here again, don't blame me for breaking your other leg without hesitation."

The bar owner waved his hand, bared his yellow teeth, and said lazily: "You are so unlucky, you have been broken by someone, and even women have been taken away by someone. It's so pitiful. God probably won't favor people like you."

Mick took the wine from the bartender's floor with one metre of his eyes, raised his hand and threw it out.

Bang!

The bottle flew out and hit the bar owner's head accurately. It hit violently and issued a ticket to the hotel owner's head. Blood flowed like water.

Hurry!

The bustling bar suddenly became quiet.

"Mick, you dare to hurt me, someone will beat me."

The bar owner was helped up by his younger brother, covered his wound with a handkerchief, and roared with murderous intent.

"superior."

The burly and majestic man rushed up all the way.

Bang!

Mick stood up from his seat, facing the attacks of three or four people, without any panic. His fists seemed to have eyes, waving left and right. Anyone who was approaching was fucked by him, and the position where the fists were injured was the most vulnerable.

ah!

In less than three seconds, the besieged man was already lying on the ground wailingly, covering his wounds and screaming.

"Even if I drink two more bottles, it will be no problem to deal with a few people." Mick burped, looked at the bar owner disdainfully, took the wine from the stunned bartender, took two sips, and limped outside.

"I think you have lived enough if you owe money and dare to hit me."

The bar owner took out a pistol, pointed the black muzzle at Mick, and sneered, "You slut, see if I won't beat you to death today."

Mick looked at the gun in the hand of the bar owner and sneered, "Shoot, so many people testify to me, if you kill me, you will also pay my life. Come on, I'm not meaningful to live anyway, but if I die, it's a relief. Just shoot me."

"you……"

The bar owner was so angry that he was completely defeated by Mick's shamelessness. He gritted his teeth and said to the remaining bodyguards in the bar: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Just go straight to me and shoot me to death. I don't want to waste a bullet. It's so unworthy to kill a waste like you with a bullet. Go and die."

"yes."

The bodyguards saw Mick's fist and finally learned what it means to lightning fist. It was indeed not a cover. I don't know how many people were killed by these fists!

Whoosh!

The bodyguards took out their prepared iron sticks, rushed forward in a swarm, and began to greet them with a crackling sound.

Mick threw out the wine bottle, which hit the forehead of a bodyguard rushing up. Facing the siege of everyone, he was not afraid of fighting at all. Instead, he was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, with fists flying. Everyone who approached was screaming in pain by his lightning fists.

Bang!

An iron rod roared and hit Mick's back. Mick groaned and punched the other party's chest with a punch. She directly stepped on her chest and exposed her ribs.

"The Lightning Hand is indeed powerful. He dominated the underground black fist for a long time. If he hadn't fought with his girlfriend for several hours before he went on the court, causing his body to be weak, he would not have been defeated by his opponent."

"What girlfriend is just a liar. Mick was a black boxing world at the beginning, which caused many big shots to be annoyed. Many of them were killed by him. The big shots could not lose money, so they deliberately arranged for a woman to meet him, and then gave him medicine before his game, allowing him to fight with the woman for several hours, otherwise he would not have been interrupted by his leg with the name of Lightning Hand."

"He broke his leg, but he also ran away instantly, and did not let the other party take his life. However, his girlfriend ran away with someone else. It was so pitiful."

“…”

The spectators in the bar were talking and sympathized with Mick's experience, but they shouted cheering and cheered for Mick.

Bang!

Mick, one of his short bodies, avoided the attack of an iron rod, and attacked with an uppercut, spitting blood on the attacking mouth, and fell to the ground and twitched continuously.

"Go to die."

A bodyguard seized the opportunity and waved the iron rod in his hand directly, knocking directly at Mick's skull with the whistling sound of the wind.

The onlookers took a breath, knowing that if the opponent's attack hit, Mick's head would definitely be beaten to pieces.

The black boxer died at the hands of the black hand, which is not a kind of belonging.

Mick had already felt the attack, but he could no longer hide and closed his eyes helplessly.

"slow."

A honest voice suddenly sounded, like a thunder sounded out of thin air. A fat figure floated like lightning, and reached out to intercept it before the iron rod hit Mick's head.

Bang!

The bodyguard's iron rod hit the person's arm like a pillar. The straight iron rod was bent directly. The bodyguard's bodyguard's mouth was numb. He hurriedly let go of the iron rod, and looked at the person with a dumbfounded look.

The visitor was wearing a black long gown and was fat and fat, just like a national treasure panda in China. He smiled very harmlessly, but the occasional light burst out in his eyes showed that he was definitely not a good person.

"Who are you? Why should you save him?"

The bar owner looked at the burly panda, frowned, and pointed the muzzle at the panda in a bad tone, with a very ugly face.

The panda was able to withstand the attack of the iron rod and directly made the attacking iron rod bend. This ability is really incredible.

Panda ignored the bar owner's fingerprints at all, reached out to help Mick up, and said with a smile: "Are you okay?"

"Thanks."

Mick looked at Panda thankfully, reached out and picked up a bottle of wine from the table next to him, and took a sip, without any gratitude that he should have just escaped from the gate of hell, as if life and death were just an episode for him.

"I want to invite you to join my team, I don't know if you are interested."

Panda said to Mick with a smile.

"Your team is not a disabled league, right?"

Mick took a sip of wine, patted his lame leg with his hand, and said with a smile.

"The Disabled Persons Alliance is not a question. If you are interested, I can still meet all your conditions." The panda still looked calm and had no intention of being anxious, as if he was talking to an old friend who had not seen him for many years, very calm.

"Is that so? Then you can cure my leg?"

Mick asked absent-mindedly.

"Of course it's no problem."

Panda said confidently.

"Stop lying. My leg is not even a specialist. It would be strange if you can cure it. Experts say that unless God comes down, my leg will be destined to be ruined."

Mick smiled self-deprecatingly, obviously, he thought Panda was joking with him, but he was used to being ridiculed and had long since ignored it.

"I never lie, I can treat you now."

The panda shrugged and smiled confidently.

"Who the hell are you? You dare to ignore me. I think you are looking for death." The bar owner saw that Panda ignored him at all, so he was so angry that he opened the insurance directly and was about to shoot.

"I don't like him talking, so I can help me drive the fly away."

Panda said lightly.

Whoosh!

A bench suddenly flew out of one corner and hit the bar owner's arm, breaking the bones of the entire arm.

"Be careful when you speak next time."

A burly black man, like a chimpanzee, with cold eyes lit up, coldly warning the bar owner who was lying on the ground howling, standing respectfully behind the panda.

"tank?"

Mick looked up at the attacker. The attacker was too fast, which aroused his interest. When he saw the other party's appearance, his chin almost fell to the ground.

"Hello, Mick."

The tank greeted him with a smile, looking very relaxed.
To be continued...