Han Zong: Starting from the Undercover New World

How does fighting work for ordinary gangsters?

When it comes to unarmed, the bigger the physique, the stronger it is.

The more people, the better.

Those who can fight again, surrounded by three or four people, will only die. At most, they can fight back with a few punches, but they will soon be unable to hold on.

But how did Lin Wei fight?

He just stood there expressionless, letting the punks, who were no more than seven in total, rush towards him.

The moment the crisis came, the time in front of his eyes slowed down.

The general autonomy of the nerve overload passive skill played a role, but he just watched without distraction.

Watch the enemy move.

The moves of these gangsters are really too monotonous - either they are kicks that lose the center of gravity of their bodies, or they are swinging punches that can't wait to hit them in a circle.

Even if you go to a fitness trainer to practice fat-reducing boxing, you won't be able to hit such a flawed thing.

For a person like Lin Wei who has professional mixed martial arts skills, he has at least five ways to make the person who makes such a move in front of him pay the price.

As for Lin Wei, of course he chose the simplest and rude one.

Facing the first little bastard who came flying, he just turned slightly sideways, and at the same time whipped his legs, he clutched his stomach and rolled back.

Facing the next moment who was also trying to kick him down, he changed his solution, connecting his leg with one hand, and pulled it along the way.

The gangster wailed, split a fork in public, and lay on the ground clutching his crotch. The pain from the torn ligament made him lose consciousness in both legs for an instant.

With the lessons learned from the past, the latecomers only dare to violently wave their fists.

And that made it even easier.

Lin Wei didn't even need to dodge, he just needed to punch first before their exaggerated punches hit him.

A quicker and harder punch can instantly shut down their minds, their eyes will go dark, and their fists will become limp.

Facing this group of opponents who are not at the same level as him in terms of body and technique, Lin Wei can even knock the opponent out with a simple jab.

What's more. Today's him, under the blessing of nerve overload, not only strikes amazingly accurately, either on the chin or the base of the ears, and his judgment of the situation is even more accurate and terrifying.

His sense of space became extremely powerful at this moment, as if he had changed into a third-person perspective from this moment, giving him a panoramic view of the surrounding obstacles and opponents.

When the gangsters tried to attack in groups, he just simply took a step and turned sideways to ensure that he was always within the attack range of only one person.

It seemed that seven gangsters beat him up, but to him, it was just a moment of seven heads-ups created by using the movement of his feet.

Seven shots, seven KOs, under the blessing of the terrifying ability of nerve overload, Lin Wei even dared to be sure-even in the professional fighting arena, at this moment, he is absolutely invincible.

"West" Huang Dayong's voice trembled.

When Lin Wei followed the voice and looked at him, Huang Dayong's first reaction was to turn around and run.

But after his feet softened, Huang Dayong subconsciously glanced at the younger brother who was first beaten and flew under him.

Looking at each other, Huang Dayong's eyes were full of encouragement.

'Hurry up and say: big brother, run'

'ah? '

Apparently, the younger brother under him didn't understand what he meant, but after the cramping in his stomach eased, he barely raised his voice and scolded Lin Wei: "Dog!"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Dayong subconsciously kicked him in the stomach with force, causing the younger brother to cry out in pain, clutching his stomach and being speechless.

"Lin, Lin Wei!"

Huang Dayong called out his name first, but Lin Wei only looked left and right to confirm that there was no ambush or reinforcements, and then walked towards him slowly.

Huang Dayong swallowed his saliva and took a step back: "Don't come here! Do you know that you are in big trouble? Huh?"

"What's the trouble with me?" Lin Wei looked at him suspiciously, but he never stopped.

Huang Dayong's brains turned sharply, but he didn't think of what to say next. He wanted to tell a lie, but he was afraid that he would end up worse if he was exposed. Threats, but what could he threaten?

"Do you think you will be safe and sound if you smashed our shop? Let me tell you, from now on, as long as the Nanmen sect is still alive, you will never be safe."

Lin Wei stepped forward, stretched out his hand and slapped him heavily: "So?"

Huang Dayong's feet were like garlic, his eyes flashed fiercely, and the next moment he took out a dagger from his waist, and said angrily, "Fuck! I'm going to kill you!"

But the knife was pulled out, but Lin Wei didn't move, just looked at him indifferently, standing where he was, as if looking at a dead person.

Xiba!

Xiba!

How can this person not be frightened! ?

Huang Dayong was really in a hurry, but his momentum was so high that he seemed unable to justify it no matter how hard he tried.

But when Lin Wei took a step, he took another step back.

Lin Wei took another step, Huang Dayong took another step back.

"You son of a bitch!" Lin Wei shouted abruptly.

Huang Dayong subconsciously let go of his hand.

The knife almost fell off.

But what followed was another vicious slap from Lin Wei, this slap was quick and hard, as soon as it landed on his face, he felt a golden light flashing in front of his eyes, and his brain buzzed.

"You still dare to hold a knife?"

The dagger in his hand subconsciously let go and fell to the ground, Huang Dayong was a little more sober now

But not sober for long.

"You sent someone to keep an eye on me?"

Lin Wei's low voice rang in his ears.

Huang Dayong subconsciously nodded while covering his face.

"Speak clearly, are you dumb?" Lin Wei raised his hand again, and before he could hit him, Huang Dayong squatted skillfully with his head in his hands.

"I said! I said! We are indeed looking for trouble with you and Ding Qing and Li Zicheng."

After Huang Dayong finished speaking, Lin Wei bent down and pinched his head thoughtfully, and grabbed his hair to make him look up.

"Remember my face?"

"Remember, remember." Huang Dayong looked at him numbly, but he didn't have the courage to fight back.

Lin Wei nodded: "Next time you dare to yell at me, you will be dead with a knife."

Huang Dayong subconsciously looked away: "I know, I know."

"Take out the money."

"ah?"

Huang Dayong fumbled in his trouser pocket in a panic and took out his wallet. Lin Wei took out all the banknotes and threw the empty wallet in his face again.

Lin Wei looked around.

Not surprisingly, no matter who it was, he didn't dare to look at him at the moment. He just lowered his head, as if he was afraid of getting angry, and walked to Cui Minshu's booth.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Cui Minshu was wearing long trousers, and it was impossible to see if her leg was injured, but the sweet smile that had always existed before was gone.

She frowned, looked at Lin Wei, bit her lip subconsciously, and stopped talking.

But Lin Wei just picked up his clothes, glanced at Cui Minshu, and asked angrily: "What are you looking at?"

"No, no."

Facing his indifferent and irritable expression, Cui Minshu froze on the spot in astonishment, while Lin Wei just turned and left indifferently.

He left in a hurry, while Cui Minshu stayed where he was, just glanced at the gangsters lying scattered on the ground in the distance, then bent down and packed up the dropped clothes with complicated emotions.

There were still a few people from the Nanmen sect who were sober and fast, and after recovering, they hurriedly gave their companions a hand and got up.

Huang Dayong covered his face and waited for a while, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, looked angrily at Lin Wei's leaving back, read a few broken words, then stood up and left quickly.

After a while.

The sirens stopped downstairs.

The police officers with indifferent expressions stopped in front of Cui Minshu after several questions.

"Do you know anything about the brawl?"

"I" Cui Minshu was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice: "I don't know."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." The police officer nodded and was about to leave, but Cui Minshu suddenly said loudly: "It's from the Nanmen sect. They claim to be from the Nanmen sect."

The police officer turned his head and glanced at her: "Is there anything else?"

"It's gone." Cui Minshu's voice was much lower.

"Thank you for your cooperation." After the police officer finished speaking mechanically, he turned and left indifferently.

Cui Minshu watched them make notes and interviews one by one, and then left in a hurry, leaving only a messy flea market.

After a long time, she let out a long sigh, with disappointment and sadness in her eyes, the gentle smiling figure in her head gradually disappeared, replaced by a pair of indifferent and irritable eyes.

People. Is it really something that can change at will?

She just sat in her booth in a daze, not knowing how long it had been.

"Who's Cui Minshu!?"

The sudden voice brought Cui Minshu back to his senses after staying for a long time, subconsciously smiled and stood up: "Here."

"Your takeaway." The Chinese food delivery man wearing a helmet just took out fried noodles and sweet and sour pork from the iron box.

"I didn't order takeaway," Cui Minshu subconsciously refused.

"The person who made the order said his name was Lin Wei, and said it was for a little girl named Cui Minshu, who had eyes like a fox when she smiled. There was also this note and money."

Cui Minshu looked down, and then saw a note and a small stack of banknotes on the plastic wrap wrapped with fried noodles.

"Sorry, if they come to trouble you again, call me, 010"

There is no signature, but the handwriting is very familiar.

She stared blankly for a while, and tears suddenly fell down, but the expression on her face was full of joy.

"It's really annoying," Cui Minshu muttered softly, but her smile became brighter and her eyes curved.

The takeaway boy finished his mission and was forcefully fed another mouthful of dog food. He just turned around helplessly and left, but he couldn't help laughing.

This kind of thing is rare for a deliveryman like him.

"Why are you laughing like a little vixen and crying?" Mother Cui, who came back just in time, happened to meet her pear blossoms with rain, but she smiled as if the rain had passed.

Cui Minshu wiped her cheeks and said coquettishly, "Ah, I didn't cry, Mom~!"

"Yeah! You stinky girl, dare to tell your mother, your skin is hard, right?"

"I'm going out!"

"Where are you going?"

"Dating! Take care of me!"

"Ah Yixi, don't associate with that kid! Do you hear me! Ya! Ya!"

Cui Minshu ran away without a trace.

"Whose face is it?"

"Lin Wei bought it!"

"I won't eat!" Cui's mother rolled her eyes angrily, stood with her hands on her hips for a while, then sat down depressed, and moved her hands while muttering: "If you don't eat, you don't eat for nothing"