The smile on the ruffian's face has disappeared, and his face has become ferocious again. His whole face is tense, his eyebrows have been twisted together, and his eyes are full of anger.

I stared at him ridiculously, because I had been in contact with him several times, so I no longer felt the same fear as when I first met him.

"Are you thinking you're crazy?" I said something back to him, and then withdrew my fist with all my strength. I turned around and kicked him with another kick. When the ruffian saw me, he got up and showed his aggressiveness.

My heart also rose.

"Oh, you don't know what you can do." The ruffian said this, easily dodged my kick, and then punched me. I tilted my neck to dodge, but this guy actually attacked directly with his height advantage.

My face, oh, how could I let you succeed so easily?

Just after the ruffian man and I played for another five minutes, there were more and more spectators around. People watching the show pointed at us and discussed things about the ruffian man without concealment.

There are even many melon-eating viewers who have already taken out their mobile phones and started snapping pictures. Who makes the Ruffian Man so popular?

After this incident spreads, it will definitely have an impact on him.

The people involved in the photography also realized the seriousness of continuing the beating, so they rushed forward. In the end, they did not dare to let us continue to fight. Four people grabbed the ruffian, and three stopped me.

The girls were stunned and didn't dare to take a step closer to us.

"Hey, little brother, he has a bad temper. Please forgive me and don't get along with him." One of the people who grabbed me was the photographer. As soon as he grabbed me, he whispered to me about this page.

It can be heard from his words that this is not the first time that this kind of fight with others has happened. And the photographers are also well aware of the habits of the ruffian.

After all, it was this guy who deliberately started the fight, so I was just acting in self-defense.

Although I was angry, I was still measured. Being blocked like this, my anger immediately subsided a bit. "Well, I understand, okay uncle, let go, I won't attack him now."

"I moved my arms helplessly, asking the photographer who was hugging my arm to quickly let go.

As soon as the photographer let go, he accidentally glanced at me and realized: "Huh? Are you the person who bought water for us last time?"

"Well, uncle, you just noticed me." I grinned. The photographer bowed his head in embarrassment and apologized a few more times, asking me to forgive him.

I scratched my hair to signal that it was okay and asked him to stop apologizing.

But although I have calmed down, the ruffian is still furious and can't stop. "Fuck, you brat, you have the guts to come here! Don't stop me, or I'll beat him all over the floor.

tooth!"

The ruffian man couldn't use his fists or kicks because of those who blocked him, let alone hit me, so he had no choice but to curse angrily and chatter non-stop, giving him the image of a shrew cursing on the street.

The photographer couldn't stand it anymore, and for the sake of the ruffian's reputation, he quickly walked over and urged the photographers who were holding the ruffian: "Okay, calm down. Let's go, let's get him out of here."

"

I snorted coldly and glanced to the side inadvertently. Only then did I realize that a police car stopped on the side of the road, and a few policemen came out of it. It seemed that they were coming towards me.

Hold the grass, I don't want to join the account and leave a file.

Thinking like this, I quickly ran away from the scene. With the cover of the crowded melon-eating audience, I successfully left the 'crime scene'.

But not long after I walked out, someone's footsteps sounded quickly behind me. The footsteps were very panicked, and it sounded like I was walking or about to run.

Snapped--

A thick palm touched my shoulder. I subconsciously ducked to the side, and then grabbed the palm. But unexpectedly, the owner of the palm was not an ordinary person. He looked at me and wanted to grab him, and he was very quick.

Withdrew his hand.

"Hey, boy, you're pretty good at it." I paused and saw clearly that the person who had just photographed me was a little old man with a mustache. The little old man had a messy head of white hair, all of which was curly.

of.

He was wearing an old-fashioned coat, a black and white one, with the top two plum blossom buttons still open.

"Um, grandpa, what are you going to do?" I looked at the little old man in confusion.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my voice of inquiry left my mouth, the little old man took out a business card from his pocket: "Young man, I am the martial arts instructor of the xx crew. I originally wanted to borrow someone from a martial arts gym today, but I didn't expect that in

I saw your wonderful fight on the way, and I fell in love with you. How about it? Are you interested in joining our crew?"

"Huh?" I looked at the little old man speechlessly. Why did he sound so mysterious? The crew? The martial arts instructor? "It's better not to give up. I'm just a student. And I don't want to be on TV."

"No, no, young man, don't get me wrong, I'm not asking you to act, I just want you to help stand in for the male protagonist in the fight, because the male protagonist doesn't know how to do it, and it would be too slow for him to learn.

"The little old man complained directly about the male lead of his own filming team without any politeness.

""Even though he said that, I still have no interest at all.

"How's it going?" The little old man blinked at me and looked at me. I shook my head in denial and took it as my answer. The little old man still didn't give up and continued: "Our remuneration is very considerable. We will determine the remuneration based on the actions and scene clips."

As he said this, he even crossed his arms and squinted his eyes to look at me: "Ahem, I remember, the last time the stuntman left the crew because of something, his salary was about the same as that of a male pig's feet."

Hearing this, my original idea of ​​turning around and running away suddenly disappeared without a trace. I bowed down, looked directly at the little old man who was a head shorter than me, and said, "How much can I get?"

?Grandpa, can you give me an estimate? Let me take a look. If I can accept it, I can consider it."

I curled my lips and smiled.

The little old man looked at me like this and narrowed his eyes slightly. I felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, so I stretched out my hand and waved it in front of him: "Hey, grandpa, I'll tell you

What are you talking about? Didn’t you hear me?"

After being shaken by me like this, he finally reacted and smiled awkwardly: "Uh, haha, I just thought about something, I'm sorry." As he said that, the little old man stretched out his two palms and then closed them silently.

Three fingers.

"That's all, think about it."
Chapter completed!