Chapter 4: Kowtow to become a disciple (

With a "bang", Li Dajun stepped on the ground with his foot against Ye Chun's body, and the whole earth seemed to tremble. "Do you dare to stop me? Did he help him without scolding you?" Li Dajun turned around, and his big fist had already rushed straight to Zhao Jianhui's face.

"Hey..." Why is this guy like a second-hand man? Zhao Jianhui reached out and grabbed Li Dajun's fist and twisted it hard. Li Dajun had already shouted and bent down. "Oh, you have so much strength, no, this time it won't count." Zhao Jianhui just let go of his hand, Li Dajun straightened up and stared at the bull's eyes and punched again.

Zhao Jianhui lowered his body, leaned into Li Dajun's arms, grabbed the fist that Li Dajun had hit, and raised his waist to resist Li Dajun on his shoulder. Zhao Jianhui rotated twice on the ground, shook his shoulder and threw Li Dajun, who weighed nearly 200 pounds, out: "I said, are you still finished? I'm just afraid that you will trample him to death, so why are you just helping him?"

"Boy, I haven't lost a fight since I was a child. No, I don't care what you are doing, let's come again." Li Dajun said, patted the soil on his body, jumped up and kicked Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui took a side step and punched Li Dajun directly in the stomach. Li Dajun was about to dodge, but suddenly he felt that his stomach was as if he was hit by a heavy hammer. His legs couldn't stand. He stepped back seven or eight steps away, covered his stomach, bent down, raised his head, staring at Zhao Jianhui, and panted heavily.

"How is it, come again if you are not convinced." Zhao Jianhui hooked his finger at him. Li Dajun raised one hand and waved it: "Damn, I can't beat you, so I won't beat you anymore."

"Don't fight anymore? Then why don't you leave?" Zhao Jianhui walked into the duty room and took out the backpacks of the two of them. "Hey, do you know martial arts? You have to teach me..."

Seeing Zhao Jianhui walking out of the construction site with two backpacks on his back, Li Dajun chased after him and shouted, "Tell you? You have to kowtow and become a master."

"Will I treat you to a meal when I enter the city?" Li Dajun shouted behind him.

"Let's go, Heizi, I'm talking about how you are so hot, your face looks like an African chicken?"

"My name is not Heizi, my name is Li Dajun."

"If you want me to teach you Kung Fu, I will call you Heizi from now on."

Damn, I'm not bad at you? Heizi just let him know, as long as he can learn it.

In the Yellow Sea in May, the weather is already quite warm. A dazzling golden and hot ray of light shines on the glass, which is a little hot and a little dazzling.

This is a high-end apartment community in the city. The guard duty room is close to the doorpost on the east side of the community gate, and the doors and windows of the duty room are facing the sun in the west.

Shalala's blind voice came from the walkie-talkie on the desk. Zhao Jianhui sat in a rogue chair in the window in a chattering manner, slowly stretched out his hand, twisted the button to minimize the extremely annoying sound of the walkie-talkie.

Suddenly, the "Heizi" behind him stabbed him with his elbow. Zhao Jianhui turned his head dissatisfiedly, but saw Heizi "pointing" to the outside with his chin, looking in the direction guided by his chin, carrying the bright sunset, a woman wearing a milky white silk long-sleeved shirt and a gray-black suit and short skirt turned over the grand gate of the community. The flesh-colored stockings floated past Zhao Jianhui like flowers.

Although Zhao Jianhui has been a security guard in this community for less than three months, he can tell almost all the owners with his eyes closed, from the sound of footsteps. This woman has never been here. It was the first time she appeared in this luxurious community and in front of Zhao Jianhui.
Chapter completed!