When Tong Dayong saw the group of people rushing toward him, he raised his foot and kicked the set of modular sofas to the corner several times. Most of the black men dodged away, and only a few who reacted slowly were hit by the sofa and hugged him.

The pain of the hit foot made her cry for father and mother.

Then Tong Dayong pushed the coffee table away with his feet, making the hall much more spacious. He stood in the center of the living room, clenching his fists, watching everyone's movements, and welcoming the fierce fight.

In fact, regardless of the dozen or so people beating one person, the only ones who are really ferocious are the three or five who rush in front. The others are all pretending to be on the periphery, waiting for opportunities.

Everyone has their own thoughts on fighting. If the person being beaten is too weak, the person who is being beaten will swarm him. If he doesn't punch and kick him a few times, he will be sorry.

I also feel sorry for the person who yelled and beat me.

But if the person being beaten is too strong, the person who beats him will be sneaky, act according to the situation, and try not to suffer any loss if he can. Only a few people who are not smart will try their best, and of course such people are

He will be beaten worse.

The situation in front of me was also the same. The few people surrounding Tong Dayong were the most hard-working and brainless ones. They used various moves and attacked Tong Dayong with fists and kicks. Unfortunately, none of them could hit Tong Dayong with their fists or kicks.

, he either dodged it quickly or was parried, but what came back was Tong Dayong's iron fist and flying kick, which were so powerful that he felt dizzy and his muscles and bones were broken after just one encounter.

Those closest to Tong Dayong were knocked down. The seven or eight men on the outside saw that the situation was not good, and none of them dared to step forward. When Mr. Wang saw this, he said angrily: "Fuck them all, beat them up, hard."

beat!"

The seven or eight men had no choice but to bite the bullet and attack Tong Dayong again with more than a dozen fists and kicks.

Tong Dayong understands that when there are many opponents, it is best to use both feet. The distance of attacking with the feet is farther than that of the hands, and the strength is much greater than that of the hands. Therefore, in martial arts, there is a saying that "the hands are like two doors, and all the attacks are made with the feet."

person" argument.

Tong Dayong clenched his fists in front of his chest, blocking the attacks with his hands and feet. Those who came in front were hit one by one, and those who attacked from behind were basically kicked to the ground by his flying hind legs and chain legs. Those who were kicked down had just crawled away.

When he got up, he was hit by fists and kicks again, grinning in pain, and then fell to the ground again.

In less than two minutes, the hall was in a mess. All the men were knocked to the ground. They were all crying and howling. Some of them just pretended to be dead without any reaction.

When the girls standing in the corner saw this, they all cheered, clapped their hands, and shouted: "Wow! So handsome!"

Tong Dayong was also tired from playing. He stepped on the single sofa next to him to the center of the hall, sat down, took out the Temax cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit it, exhaled a long puff of smoke and said to the person standing next to him.

Chen Lan said: "Xiao Lan, go and call Xu Bingbing and the two girls downstairs."

Chen Lan left in response and quickly brought the three of them upstairs. When Xu Bingbing saw the beaten man lying on the floor, his eyes widened, and then he looked at Tong Dayong sitting in the center of the hall with dignity and asked

: "Brother Dayong, are you sure you're not filming?"

The girls next to them said: "No, no, this is a real fight, and the fight is really beautiful, even better than in the movie!"

Xu Bingbing said angrily: "I told you I was going to come up, but you didn't let me come up. I missed such a great scene!"

Tong Dayong quickly comforted him: "Next time, there will be another chance in the future."

Immediately, Tong Dayong said to the two girls who came up with Xu Bingbing: "Look, who collected your money?"

The two girls searched among the crowd of wailing people and finally found their target. One of the girls pointed at the thin man lying motionless in the crowd and said: "Brother, that's the one who pretended to be dead and took our money!"

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"Go, you two each grab one of his ears, and pick him up for me." Tong Dayong waved to the two girls.

The two girls were not afraid and stepped over the crowd. One of them grabbed the thin man's ear and tried to lift him up. The thin man's ear was pulled painfully and he immediately shouted, "Don't pull, don't pull."

I’ll just get up!”

The thin man got up from the ground, walked to Tong Dayong, nodded and asked: "Brother, what are your orders?"

"Give the money back to both of them!"

The thin man was in charge of managing the money in this group. When he saw Tong Dayong calling for a refund, he turned his attention to Mr. Wang who was lying on the ground. Mr. Wang struggled to get up and said to the thin man: "Back off, I'm convinced today."

A brother!"

The thin man walked into the office, took out four hundred yuan, and handed two hundred yuan to each of the two girls. After getting the money, the two girls thanked Tong Dayong repeatedly, then walked out of the door and left this place of right and wrong.

"Have you paid any money?" Tong Dayong asked the girls standing in the corner.

"No, we didn't bring any money, so they wouldn't let us leave."

"Then, go ahead and be careful when looking for a job in the future."

The girls also thanked Tong Dayong one after another and walked out.

Mr. Wang thought everything was fine, so he picked up the cigarettes on the ground, handed one to Tong Dayong, lit one himself, and sat on the sofa in the corner to rest.

"Xiao Lan, go inside and see if there is a recruitment resume form, the kind that has been filled out, take as many as you can, and take them all out," Tong Dayong said.

Chen Lan understood, walked into the office where the thin man collected money, and took out the pile of filled-in recruitment resumes on the table.

Tong Dayong took the resume and looked through it. All of them had the applicant's phone number or contact information.

"Ah Bing, go outside and call the front desk lady in."

Xu Bingbing nodded and walked out, calling the gentle-looking front desk lady in.

"Are you in the same group with them?" Tong Dayong asked.

"No, I was recruited by them. I don't want to cheat with them. I already said I wanted to quit my job, but they didn't pay me and said they wouldn't work for a few more days.

Give me your salary." The front desk lady said in horror.

Seeing her like that, Tong Dayong guessed that she was telling the truth. He handed her the pile of recruitment resumes in his hand and said, "Call the people on the resumes and ask them to come over and refund your salary."

I'll give it to you later."

Mr. Wang, who was resting on the sofa, became anxious when he heard this and quickly said to Tong Dayong: "Brother, there's no need for this, it's almost done!"

Tong Dayong ignored him and said to the front desk lady: "Go and call someone to return the money quickly, otherwise you will not get your salary."

"Xiao Gu, wait a minute!" Mr. Wang shouted.

Mr. Wang stood up, limped up to Tong Dayong, and said loudly: "Brother, don't go too far. I can do anything if you push me!"

Tong Dayong sneered, "I'm going to see what you can do when you're cornered today."

Mr. Wang said to a bunch of people lying on the ground: "Brothers, get up, beat this bastard to death and let us all divide the money!"
Chapter completed!