All of them have seen the storm. Yang Jingxing's successful attack only made the room quiet for a while. Then the black companions started to scream and knocked on the cup and beat the table, looking very excited. The entertainment ladies who should have had a wide range of knowledge also made a frightened look.

"Fuck!" Zhu Junlan was afraid of slapping her face and looked refreshed, but she quickly showed off her diplomatic expression: "Applause."

Qin Liang led a few shirts to applaud, and the waiter and the translator joined in the fun, but the little frog didn't give him face and stared at him without blinking.

Qin Liang saw it: "Strength type, okay, we will lose strength."

The black man quickly stood up, moved his chest and raised his middle fingers to his gloating companion. His expression made the Chinese side no longer celebrate, and everyone faced the next real challenge seriously.

Yang Jingxing could only accompany him to smile and bent down to pick up the cushion at the black man's feet. The black man was much more sportsmanlike and did not take the opportunity to attack, which wasted Qin Liang and the others' alertness.

Against the match, the black man still had the same movements as before, but his vigilant expression was a little fierce. Yang Jingxing also continued to stand with a plain expression, but his right hand turned into a side holding the cushion, not as careless as before.

The black man's movement pace seemed to no longer underestimate his opponent, and the distance between him and Yang Jingxing was always about one meter away. Perhaps because of the rule of a rogue host who could not slap in the face, the black man's raised fists shook for a long time but did not poke it out.

After wasting more than ten or twenty seconds of the audience holding their breath, the black man was despised by his companions again, so he suddenly stepped towards Yang Jing, lowering his legs conservatively.

When his compatriots shouted to be careful, the cushion in Yang Jingxing's hand had already bounced to the black man's chest. But Yang Jingxing still lacked practical experience. By the time his heels were on, the cushion had been blocked by the black man.

The black man's feet successfully swept Yang Jingxing's knee on his right leg, but he didn't take the move. Instead, he looked at Yang Jingxing's leather shoes that were several centimeters before his chest. Yang Jingxing quickly took them back.

The two sides further distanced, and then there was a lot of complaints and regret around them. Zhu Junlan ordered his subordinates not to yell. He excitedly encouraged Yang Jingxing: "Don't stop, nothing can happen, fight seriously, and fight against the black ghost..."

The black man and the translator asked both sides to take off their shoes, and that was also the same. His pair of shiny and fancy ones must be much more expensive than those on Yang Jingxing's feet. Zhu Junlan scolded Xiao Frog to put away his phone and helped Yang Jingxing pick up the cushion, which aroused some dissatisfaction among the black man.

Yang Jingxing's tactics were successful. When the black man stared at him again and did useless work, he had to distract himself from his hand holding the cushion. The black man stopped stretching his legs. Perhaps Yang Jingxing's unmoving hard antibodies just now showed some strength to fight.

The international friends watching the other side were dissatisfied with the urge. Yang Jingxing was more respectful than to follow his orders, and he was also down on his legs, but the timing and distance seemed not good, so the black man could avoid it with a slight kick.

Just as the black man avoided the lower plate, the cushion rushed towards him three times. The black man ignored the hidden weapon without lethality and fisted Yang Jingxing's left fist. The best defense was attack, which should be instinct that made him forget the rules.

Yang Jingxing tilted his neck and avoided the straight punch, and immediately bent his right arm to block the other hand's punch, and took off his strength. He punched the black man through the cushion, slightly tilted and approached his heart.

It was a confrontation between lightning and flashing. The cushion was violently squeezed like a sound of farting and the beaten air sound from the black man's chest, which had the effect of lingering sounds.

The black man staggered back two steps, half bent down and didn't make a sound, but his eyes were still staring at Yang Jingxing.

Women are chattering regardless of their profession, but the men present are all trainees, and it seems that they can't accept the fact that the nigger was knocked back by boxing through the cushion. They must seriously confirm whether these two are acting.

Before Yang Jingxing continued to attack, the black man really got up, but his chest did not stand up completely. He even coughed and then took a deep breath.

The Americans stopped making fun of their companions, and they gave them a little care, which resulted in black complaints.

The translation is responsible: "He said you were playing tricks and it was unfair... He wanted to check the cushions... Americans just misunderstand us... They said he was not your opponent..." The translation also had patriotic and pride.

The little frog suddenly jumped out: "Tell him that he is afraid of breaking him, so he is stupid!" The villain looked extremely vicious.

The translation also focuses on international relations, reposting that the cushion is a protective measure for each other, not a trick.

The little frog raised his head again: "Am I bragging? Are I?" He didn't respect the leader.

Zhu Junlan ignored his subordinates and looked at Yang Jingxing with a serious look.

Yang Jingxing relaxed: "Are you okay? Brother Lan." He returned the cushion to the waiter.

Zhu Junlan looked at his other subordinates again: "Do you think there is any problem with that guy?"

One of them looked at Yang Jingxing in a shirt and was worried about Zhu Junlan: "If the control is not good..." The other one was also serious: "The boxing person is different from the war, it's okay to pull the wrestle. If you really do something, you may have two moves... I don't know where this brother is?"

Yang Jingxing, who had nowhere to come, said goodbye: "Brother Lan, I'll leave first..."

Seeing that big white man was taking off his watch, Zhu Junlan hesitated for a moment and said to the translator: "I won't play anymore, so that's all."

Yang Jingxing blocked Qin Liang's hand that touched his arm and pleaded: "Brother Liang..."

Qin Liang was serious: "Don't look at their thick meat, useless, they take medicine."

The big white man took off his shoes and ignored the translation of expressing Chinese opinions with a smile on his face. The black man who fought with Yang Jingxing sat on the sofa and shouted, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to be not very harmonious.

Zhu Junlan yelled at several professional women: "Accompany the guests!"

Several women quickly took out their professional standards and posted them on them, but the big white man was no longer playful at this time, but was ready to wave to Yang Jingxing, and then pushed the woman who posted them away: "**off!"

The special forces chief reminds his partners to be polite.

But the translator was also blocked by the big guy impolitely. The translator complained: "Manager Zhu, he scolded us." Yang Jingxing also understood, although the other party might just be a catchphrase and did not target ethnic ethnic groups.

"Fuck!" Zhu Junlan greeted him with a smile: "no, no, friend, ok?"

Translation is simply a pain to convey.

Yang Jingxing said again, "Brother Lan, I'll try it. You can just save me in time." He was still laughing.

Zhu Junlan looked back and nodded: "Damn it! Qin Liang called someone."

Qin Liang was really on the walkie-talkie, and Yang Jingxing quickly said, "No, it should be no problem." He also said to the translator: "Pay attention to friendship first."

The translator nodded: "He is best at Jiu Jitsu, I said it before..."

Yang Jingxing wanted to take the cushion again, but his compatriots refused to agree, and the waiter pretended that he didn't hear it.

The stance of Jiu-Jitsu players is different from that of boxers, and they are more relaxed. What’s ridiculous is that when Yang Jingxing confronts his opponents, the audience around the outside world also follows. Qin Liang, who has an understanding of Jiu-Jitsu, reminds him in various ways, and Zhu Junlan concentrates on being like a referee. Although the Americans encourage their companions, they are not as lively as before.

Although he is much bigger, he does not have the advantage of height or arm length. Jiu Jitsu players first test the fake leg lifts several times, but Yang Jingxing did not react too aggressively, and both sides were cautious.

Another large kick was halfway through halfway, and the big white man instantly leaned over and rushed towards Yang Jingxing, which was also very fast, with the eagle catching the chick.

The distance is too close, so it is too late for Yang Jingxing to dodge, and Qin Liang's reminder is even late. In order to avoid being entangled with a man, Yang Jingxing's retreating colleague grabbed the other party's wrist.

Although Yang Jingxing is more stable, accurate and ruthless than ordinary people, the other party was not panicked because of this accident. Instead, he responded professionally and promptly. While holding Yang Jingxing's upper body against Yang Jingxing, his arm movements were smoothly counter-movement.

Qin Liang shouted: "Don't be locked, it's over..."

Yang Jingxing might have been scared, and he tried his best to get the strength in his hand, but he didn't grasp the strength well. The big white man let out a muffled groan, his legs were already coming up, and he was about to wrap Yang Jingxing up.

Yang Jingxing added another force, not only pinching hard but also lifting it up.

"Ah!" The white man's rough screams stopped quickly. Although Yang Jingxing controlled his hands and half lifted them up, the Jiu-Jitsu player quickly used his skillful techniques to continue to counterattack.

Yang Jingxing was so scared that he retreated repeatedly, and the two of them put on the bar.

Another painful shout, the Jiu-Jitsu player turned his wrists and arms and tried to attack Yang Jingxing's neck. The spectator followed him and said, "Zhu Junlan and Qin Liang," and the translator also shouted, not knowing who was afraid of hurting whom, and then everyone shouted."

This kind of good man should not be very fragile. Yang Jingxing added another move and lifted his arms high and fully controlled them as the other party shouted before reaching his limit.

The jiu-jitsu player did not give up and his legs were wrapped around Yang Jingxing's waist, which was quite disgusting. Yang Jingxing did not listen to Qin Liang's advice, and dodged outward, and had to move quickly for a considerable distance to pull away his opponent step by step. After pulling a certain distance, Yang Jingxing exerted force, almost swung the opponent up and made him lose his center of gravity. Then he raised his leg and kicked the opponent in the chest with an old move, but this time there was no cushion interval.

After kicking, Yang Jingxing did not let go. Then the audience saw the Jiu-Jitsu player kneeling on the ground and was lifted up by Yang Jingxing. He also tried hard to stand firm.

He shouted and stopped, and the first time he rushed up to separate the two contestants was the leader of the Americans, but he cared for his own partners. After helping him up, he asked questions one after another, and another black man came to help.

After the Jiu-Jitsu player recovered, he whispered the country's scolding, but the translator did not complain. It might be that the other party looked really painful. Yang Jingxing also cared about it and knew a little English.

Judging from the expression, the Jiu-Jitsu player has no deep hatred for Yang Jingxing, but curses him as a monster. After all, his wrists have begun to turn red and swollen, and he still has to rub his chest.

All Chinese side expressed concern for international friends, and the translator suggested that you have a glass of water or wine. Jiu Jitsu players have strong recovery ability and can joke about marijuana, so Zhu Junlan can only feel embarrassed.

Just the little frog also paid attention to Yang Jingxing: "The place is too narrow, you kick one..."

After a while of harmony and friendship, it was another third game that could not be refused or even looked forward to. Captain America looked gentle and ok with all the instructions he reposted by the translation. He even shook hands with Yang Jingxing, honoring him as a master, and was serious and not teased.

Yang Jingxing also received a lot of attention. The two shirts reminded him together that the Jiu-Jitsu player was just an ordinary soldier, but this boss was a killer. Although he didn't look very fierce, he couldn't say anything when he really fought, so be careful.

In order to make the final showdown, the venue was re-arranged, and Zhu Junlan repeatedly checked and reminded him that things like wine bottles must not be allowed to appear in friendship.

Qin Liang comforted Yang Jingxing again: "If the situation is not right, just make a gesture, let's go together."

Another said: "It seems that I must be up at the age of forty, and my speed and strength are definitely not as good as you. You must be calm."

Zhu Junlan encouraged: "Brother, no matter what, I remember what happened today..."

Just as she was about to start, Yang Jingxing's phone rang, and the waiter hurriedly took it over. Wang Rui called it, and Yang Jingxing answered it, and the surroundings were naturally quiet.

"Uncle Wei, why are you going to do if you haven't come back yet?" Wang Rui seemed to have drunk again.

Yang Jingxing said: "Immediately, a few minutes."

Wang Rui warned: "You are not allowed to drink, and the boss will not let you kiss you after drinking."

Yang Jingxing said: "I don't drink it, so don't drink it anymore. Be careful when you go home and get scolded."

Wang Rui said: "Then I won't go home..."

Yang Jingxing seemed embarrassed to show his tenderness in front of strangers: "That's it, I'll go back immediately."

Wang Rui didn't hear it: "You said, are we good friends?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Yes, of course yes." He hurriedly hung up.

Zhu Junlan just put Yang Jingxing's phone into his pocket when it rang again. He took a look before returning it to Yang Jingxing.

It was still Wang Rui called, but Qi Qingnuo's voice: "Why hang up our phone?"

Yang Jingxing had to be gentle: "Brother Lan and I are chatting."

"...so quiet?" Qi Qingnuo was not easy to fool.

Yang Jingxing said: "Brother Lan and the others are polite people. They didn't say anything when they saw me calling."

Zhu Junlan understood and shouted loudly: "Ah, ah, yes..." The translator embarrassedly explained to his international friend that Yang Jingxing seemed to be calling his girlfriend. Shouldn't the black man be surprised to practice?

Qi Qingnuo suspected: "Where can't we talk about? Is it shameful?" Wang Rui was so excited that she screamed.

Yang Jingxing said: "How is that possible? I'll go back immediately."
To be continued...