"Zhao Qun, let's go!"

Seeing that the time for the appointment was coming, Jiang Beichen hurriedly took Zhao Qun and wanted to leave.

Zhang Youyou quickly called him: "Beichen..." Jiang Beichen turned around and frowned: "Is there anything else?"

Zhang Youyou bit her lip and said, "Just, I didn't mean that, Beichen, you are actually pretty good..." What she said was naturally Li Changyuan asked her if she wanted to be Jiang Beichen's boyfriend and girlfriend. At that time, she said she didn't want to.

She was afraid of hurting Jiang Beichen's self-esteem.

Jiang Beichen smiled slightly: "Youyou, you think too much, I just treat you as a classmate, once, now, and in the future!"

"I don't have any thoughts about you!"

"Go away!"

After Jiang Beichen said this, he left without looking back.

Zhang Youyou's face was slightly stiff.

What's the meaning?

When she thought, the other party should not have reacted like this when he saw his old classmate.

After all, I am a professional woman now, beautiful and generous, and the other party is just a down-and-out young master. How could the other party not be moved?

Even she has confidence that as long as she has a little bit of that, the other party will not help but confess her feelings to her.

But the reality is not that way, and the other party really doesn't care much.

It seems that it really doesn't mean anything to her.

"No! Impossible! Jiang Beichen, are you so good at face?"

Zhang Youyou felt a little depressed, mainly because she was unwilling to give up.

This unwillingness mainly comes from my youth.

Jiang Beichen didn't like her at the beginning.

She subconsciously wanted to move back in the moment, but obviously, she was disappointed.

They don’t mean that at all! “Jiang Beichen, what’s so great about you? Do you think you are still the second young master Jiang?”

Zhang Youyou felt very disdainful and even downplayed the fact that Jiang Beichen had just saved her.

This is how women look like. Women are jealous and have no conscience when they become jealous.

On the other side, Jiang Beichen didn't think so much, but took Zhao Qun straight to the competition scene.

The place where the fight was held was in an underground boxing gym.

When the roller shutter door was pulled, it was gloomy.

Yang Fengbiao was originally a mess. In addition to competing with boxing, there is also a casino in this boxing gym. Although the door is small, the daily turnover is at least over 100 million, which is not a small business.

But today, the entire venue is no longer open, just waiting for Jiang Beichen and the others to arrive.

Jiang Beichen and Zhao Qungang walked in, and the rolling shutter door slammed and fell down.

Papa! A row of two hundred-watt light bulbs were turned on one after another, and a group of men with large and developed pectoral muscles were all holding their shoulders and staring at Jiang Beichen and the others with fierce eyes.

However, Jiang Beichen and the others were not at all panicked.

Jiang Beichen sneered and asked Zhao Qun: "Come on, how many of them are?"

"About a few dozen!"

Zhao Qun glanced at him and answered honestly.

"How many of us?"

Jiang Beichen asked another question.

"one!"

"Okay, beat him up!"

Jiang Beichen waved his fist to cheer Zhao Qun up.

Immediately, I walked to the side and dragged a chair, sat down at the side, crossed my legs, and looked like I was watching the show.

"yes!"

Zhao Qun leaned his feet and replied loudly, then a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes, and he licked his lips and turned around.

Facing dozens of Yingwu members alone.

"Boy, there are only two fucking people, and they are still arrogant with us?"

The leader of Yingwu is a cockscomb-headed man with a squid face, and his pectoralis major muscles are the largest, and he is almost catching up with the strongman from abroad.

"Haha, how much protein rice did you drink?

Is it blown like this?"

Zhao Qun looked contemptuous. Although his appearance seemed much thinner than the cockscomb head, his eyes were still very disdainful.

The men in the military camp do not have any muscular men. They often have very normal figures. They never look down on them when they are urged to produce protein rice.

Is it useless? Because a real warrior will not use external forces! The muscles induced by protein rice cannot lock the true energy at all.

"Boy, how dare you look down on me?"

Ji Guantou shouted with anger: "I usually use Tang Chen Beijian's most advanced protein rice fraction. Do you think the protein rice fraction is useless?

I will let you see what power is!"

With a whistle, he suddenly raised a large oil barrel from the side. The oil barrel was at least two or three hundred kilograms, and he grabbed it with his bare hands.

"Our Jiguan Brother is the eighth section of Jeet Kune Do Black Belt, and he is the second best player in the entire heroic martial arts!"

"No matter how arrogant you dare to be, you will be so slapping that you are looking for teeth all over the ground!"

"Brother Jiguan, what's the point of talking to him? Hurry up and kill him and avenge Zhang Qiang and Fei Ge!"

Everyone scolded.

His eyes were extremely cruel and he wanted to cut Zhao Qun into pieces.

"etc!"

Zhao Qun waved his hand quickly and couldn't help frowning: "Aren't you Yang Fengbiao?"

Brother Jiguan sneered disdainfully: "What are you? You still want to see our Brother Biao?"

Want some face?

Just because of you little trash, you are not worthy of our president taking action personally!”

Zhao Qun couldn't help frowning: "Young people don't talk about martial ethics! Your letter of war clearly states Yang Fengbiao, but I didn't expect to send a little Luo Luo to fool me?"

"Forget it! Then I won't compete, let's go!"

Zhao Qun waved his hand, with a disdainful expression on his face, and immediately wanted to lift the roller shutter door.

Everyone on Yingwu was stunned for a moment.

What's the situation? Before I could beat him, this kid actually wanted to escape?

?

"Haha, Brother Jiguan, this kid is scared. Look, you're going to scare away!"

"Silly, the rolling shutter door is automatic. How can you open it without a remote control?"

"Just like this, I dare to come and fight. Brother Jiguan, hurry up and kill him to count the ball. This is just a little garbage!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Ji Kun couldn't help but shake her head: "I thought she would be a master, it was so disappointing to me!"

"Since that's the case, this farce should be over!"

Jikong's eyes slowly turned cold, and then he bent up, and his muscles bulged as if they had exploded. He shouted and rushed towards Zhao Qun's back.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong! The stones on the ground were trembling.

The cockscomb is simply a personal tank.

The egg whites are indeed not for nothing. They are real muscles. When they hit them, they were simply a rhythm that would knock Zhao Qun to the sky.

Roar! Jimcom roared, and her movements were very flexible. While hitting, she raised her elbow high. This was the hardest part of the human body, and it blasted directly at Zhao Qun's back and hit it.

Zhao Qun didn't look back and his ears moved slightly.

Grizzly! Just as the moment the elbow hit, he suddenly bent down and flashed over. Then he cleverly grabbed the opponent's strength. In less than half a second, he completely wiped out the opponent's head and directly pressed the opponent's head to the ground, clamped his legs on the opponent's arm, and left very fiercely.

Ah—A sudden, the cockscomb let out a shrill scream.

With a slap in my arms, it turned into soft noodles.

"Damn it, ah-I'll kill you!"

Ji Kun fought hard again and turned over suddenly, but his other hand was quickly stopped by Zhao Qun and he broke it hard again.
To be continued...