Someone came to provoke Wu Ameng.

These people have been bullied by Wu Ameng in the past. They have long wanted to beat Wu Ameng, but they can't. This time, someone finally wants to challenge Wu Ameng. It would be great if they could beat Wu Ameng violently.

.Even if they can't beat him, they still feel happy in their hearts when they can watch that person suffer Wu Ameng's brutality.

They all crowded around, but they didn't dare to get too close, for fear of provoking Wu Ameng. Who would have thought that Wu Ameng was quite happy, waving his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, and made them all crowd around. This is a person who has established prestige.

What a great opportunity, this skinny boy will be beaten until he regrets his parents giving birth to him.

Li Ergou was happy. He couldn't do Wu Ameng. If Jia Ge could ravage Wu Ameng, he would be happy. He was thin and thin, and he was really unnoticed among the crowd.

Wu Ameng pointed at Jia Simiao and said loudly: "Tell me how we will fight."

Jia Simiao said calmly: "We are going to win two out of three games. Aren't you very strong? In the first sentence, we will play the simplest one, arm wrestling. In the second game, we will fight with bare hands. In the third game... I think,

Needless to say, because you have no chance of a third round."

So arrogant!

Wu Ameng had never read any books and had no technical expertise. He worked as a small worker on the construction site after coming out of Lijia'ao. Because he was relatively big and looked very honest, everyone who saw him was confused.

He wanted to bully him. This made him very unhappy, so he simply shaved off his hair. If anyone dared to prick his hair again, he would go up and start beating him.

The most powerful time was when he killed more than 20 people at another construction site for robbing a crane, and he became famous from then on. Now, in this area of ​​the construction site in the southern suburbs, even if he walks sideways, no one dares to provoke him.

He, even the foreman, had to treat him to drinks from time to time. Because some workers were unwilling to work, and Wu Ameng, the foreman, couldn't even say a word to help them.

From then on, Wu Ameng understood that wherever he went, he always spoke with strong fists, which also developed his domineering character. For example, at lunch today, when others were eating vegetables, he had to eat two small pots by himself.

Who dares to snatch the meat? He will beat whoever dares to do it more severely.

To be honest, he really hoped that someone would find fault, so that he could use his fists to build up his prestige again and again. Beat him, beat him hard, when he saw these people groaning in pain on the ground, and that

With fearful eyes, he felt particularly accomplished and satisfied.

In the words of Li Ergouzi, this person is a murderer. Just imagine, he has been practicing hard qigong since he was a child, and he still has the kung fu practiced by the Thirteen Taibao. How strong is he? Just like on the basketball court.

Like Shaquille O'Neal, he pushed directly and no one could resist.

For this thin young man to compete with Wu Ameng, he would undoubtedly be throwing an egg at a stone.

Wu Ameng stared at Jia Simiao again and again, and shouted: "Okay, I will arm-wrestle with you."

The workers who had been busy for a long time moved out the tables and chairs. Jia Simiao and Wu Ameng each sat on the chairs, put their arms on the table, and then held them together. Compared with Wu Ameng's palm as big as a palm fan, Jia Simiao

Miao's palm was really too weak, so he clenched it firmly with just one slap.

Is this even comparable?

These workers were a little disappointed. Just now, a man who was more than 1.90 meters tall was knocked down by Wu Ameng with one punch. And Jia Simiao looked thin and delicate, so how could he belong to Wu Ameng?

Opponent. This is not on the same level at all.

Someone was standing by, acting as a referee. He held a small rice bowl in his hand, smashed it twice on the table, made a banging sound, and said loudly: "Are you all ready? If it works, let's start now."

Wu Ameng shouted: "I have been ready for a long time."

Jia Simiao smiled and said, "I'm ready too."

The man said: "You all understand the rules of arm wrestling, right? Do you need me to explain it to you again?"

Bullshit! Who doesn’t understand this kind of thing? Neither of them had any objections. When the referee slammed the table with his rice bowl in his hand, he shouted: "Start."

From Wu Ameng's point of view, he has practiced hard qigong. Even if he is always reckless, he can knock him down. But what about Jia Simiao? It should be effortless to kill him. He must cut through the mess with a sharp knife and directly

Only by smashing the back of Jia Simiao's hand on the table and winning quickly can you establish your prestige.

"Fall down." Wu Ameng shouted loudly and exerted force on his wrist. He wanted to throw Jia Simiao away with his wrist.

Everyone can predict what will happen.

Huh? What surprised them was that Jia Simiao didn't move at all, his wrist didn't move, and he didn't move at all.

What is going on? The eyes of these people were all rounded, and their mouths were opened in an "O" shape. They really couldn't believe that what they saw in front of them was real. Li Ergouzi next to him was also dumbfounded.

They all set their eyes on Wu Ameng and Jia Simiao, and they didn't understand what was going on.

Could it be that Wu Ameng deliberately let things slip?

Jia Simiao smiled and said: "Wu Ameng, do you only have so much strength? That really disappoints me."

Wu Ameng said angrily: "Do you think you can definitely defeat me like this? I will let you know how powerful you are and fall down."

"Fall down."

"Fall down."

Every time Wu Ameng gave a loud drink, he poured all his strength into his wrists and slammed them on the table. However, Jia Simiao's arms seemed to be forged from fine steel, as solid as a rock, and he remained motionless.

.Now, Wu Ameng was so anxious that his face turned purple. Fortunately, it was a short hair. If he had long hair, he would have to stand it up.

Jia Simiao smiled and said, "Why, are you really out of energy?"

Wu Ameng said angrily: "Do you think you can beat me like this? Come on."

"Then let's try."

Jia Simiao just looked at Wu Ameng with a smile. Then, these people saw a scene that shocked them. The wrist between the two of them tilted little by little in the direction of Wu Ameng, and the back of Wu Ameng's hand was also far away from the table.

Getting closer, getting closer.

Wu Ameng's eyes bulged out, and he wondered if he had encountered a monster. He was still struggling hard, but the back of his hand was finally smashed on the table.

Lose, lose completely.

No one said a word. These people's mouths were so open that they could almost swallow a goose egg. They all suspected that this was a dream. Really, someone really defeated Wu Ameng, and it was under such a situation without any suspense. And

Jia Simiao looked so unattractive that they couldn't even imagine it.

"Would you like to bite me?"

"What?"

"See if it hurts...ah, you really bite, it hurts..."

"Is it true? Oh my god, where does this young man come from?"

No matter what others said, Jia Simiao stood up and asked with a smile: "Wu Ameng, how are you? Do you admit defeat or not?"

Wu Ameng's face turned the color of a donkey's liver, and even the veins on his forehead were bulging. He opened his big eyes like cow bells and shouted: "Okay, I surrender in this first game."

A man should be like this, able to bend and stretch, soft and hard.

"Okay, gentlemen, come on, let's have a second round and have a fight. I want to see how good your kung fu is."

Jia Simiao smiled, then jumped to a small open space and twitched his fingers twice at Wu Ameng. For Wu Ameng, this was a naked provocation. However, he was not that kind of reckless man.

After losing to Jia Simiao in terms of wrist strength, he knew that the young man in front of him was definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people. He was really capable.

If I say that I am not serious, I will probably be defeated by him.

"If you lose, you are mine!"

When Wu Ameng thought of these words, he couldn't help but shudder. He didn't want to have sex with this pretty boy. So, he had to win, there was no suspense.

Wu Ameng is quite confident in his own kung fu. He has been practicing hard qigong since he was a child, and he has never met anyone who can stop him. At least, he has never met anyone before.

After taking a few steps forward, Wu Ameng punched Jia Simiao.

These people, including Li Ergouzi, would all think that Jia Simiao would use that kind of wandering fighting method, relying on his strange body skills to not fight Wu Ameng, but to circle around him.

Then wait for an opportunity to start fighting. However, to everyone's surprise, Jia Simiao didn't even have the intention to dodge. Instead, he directly fought hard with Wu Ameng.

Carry.

Bang bang! The force of the fist hit one place, and the hard skills that Wu Ameng was always proud of had no effect. You punch me, and I will take the punch. After dozens of punches in a row, Wu Ameng felt

His arms were sore and numb, but when he looked at Jia Simiao again, his face remained calm and composed as usual, he felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Could it be said that we still have to lose to him?
Chapter completed!