The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1309: (5) What are you waiting for
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Wang Meng, the curator, had already spoken, and Long Wenwen rushed forward.
Ping-pong-pong, three punches and two kicks, kicked these arrogant guys out.
The master of the taekwondo hall was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. His face was pale in fright. He didn't dare to yell any more and went away in embarrassment.
Compared with the real Guwu, they are just a scum.
"Little uncle? Shouldn't they still find accomplices?" Long Wen's intentions were still not exhausted, and Wang Meng blushed and asked Wang Meng with a blushing face.
Seeing the excited expression of the little girl, Wang Meng grumbled his teeth. This is definitely a violent little loli.
"If you hit the young ones, the old ones will naturally go out. This is common sense." Wang Meng said.
"Enni! Great." Long Wenwen turned around excitedly and ran back.
"Why are you going?" Wang Meng wondered.
"I'll take the kitchen knife. Haven't you heard that sentence? The ancient Wu moves the kitchen knife, the gods must be." Long Wenwen finished speaking and ran into the back kitchen.
Wang Meng took it, where did you listen to it? Have you ever seen an ancient warrior fight with a kitchen knife?
After a while, Long Wenwen ran back with a kitchen knife in his hand, followed by an impatient chef: "My knife, my knife!"
Long Wenyi ignored him, but squirmed around: "Are you here? Are you coming?"
Wang Meng straightened his teeth.
"The owner? How can I cook without a knife?" The chef is a guest star. In fact, there are two classes a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, with two shifts in rotation. No one of the students was eating here, but Wang Meng was the only one who ate.
"Are you stupid? Baidu takeaway if you can't do it!" Wang Meng said.
Huh? The cook Long Feihu was dumbfounded. Xin said, brother-in-law is really used to children.
Long Feihu didn't breathe, and went out angrily to buy a box of kitchen knives back.
Wang Meng is completely convinced, these goods are all pitfalls.
Wang Meng guessed right. In the afternoon, the curator came again and brought an old man and a few students.
The old man has the aura of ancient martial arts.
"Master? That's them." The owner of the pavilion moved Wang Meng with a few people.
"Cough cough, I didn't do it." Wang Mengle said.
The angry Long Feifeng and the few people were shocked at the unjust Wang Meng.
"Are you the curator? Dare to ask your surname?" The old man saw that Long Feiwu was standing behind Wang Meng, and he knew that Wang Meng was the curator, but he knew how to do it.
People have a good attitude, Wang Meng has always been courteous.
"Haha, Wang Meng!" Wang Meng said with a smile, arching his hands.
"According to the martial arts rules, you grab our students, we challenge and solve them, right?" The old man looked at Wang Meng and said.
"This is Huaxia, not your cold country. Huaxia does not allow any form of armed struggle." Wang Meng said lightly, and said to his heart, martial arts rules, rules your grandma. The rules of martial arts are that whoever has a hard fist makes the rules. A fool!
The old man was speechless, choked by Wang Meng, his thin face trembled.
Wang Meng suddenly saw the small eyes of Long Wenwen.
"However, it's okay to learn from each other." Wang Meng grinned suddenly.
Long Wenwen is happy.
"That's good, there is a saying in China that the enemy should be settled and not settled. The old man will resolve the grievances between you and my apprentice. I will not bully you juniors. I will discuss with you. No matter what. If you win or lose, how will your grievances be wiped out?" the old man said.
"Are you sure?" Wang Meng looked at the old man like a fool.
"OK." The old man nodded.
"What are you waiting for? Punch? Don't you want the sandbag delivered to the door?" Wang Meng suddenly shouted to several people in Long Wenwen.
Wow!
The little Tyrannosaurus literature and art, who could not wait for a long time, immediately rushed up with a kitchen knife.
Fuck!
Wang Meng covered his eyes. With so many people hitting one, you still use a chopper? Where can the old man go to reason?
Long Feifeng, Long Feiwu, Long Feikong did not move. Because although the old man is Guwu, his strength is much worse than them.
They disdain.
Long Feihu is also a cadre, better than Long Wenwen, and immediately following Long Wenwen, he pounced on the old man.
The old man started to be bullish. He banged on the ground, behind his hands, wanting to play two elegant moves,
But!
Puff!
Long Wenwen is as fast as lightning, and his kitchen knife is on the shoulder of the old man.
Wow!
The old man retreats violently, with a look of horror, how big is this girl? Such a fast speed? Didn't he hide?
Boom!
The old man was still terrified, and Long Feihu hit his back with a punch.
Long Feihu was sure, and didn't hit his back, otherwise, the old man would travel westward with a crane.
But even so, the old man can't stand the power of the dragon.
Shit!
The old man flew forward, spurting blood.
"Uncle Tiger? Don't grab it with me, or I will cut it with you.
"Long Wenyi hasn't enjoyed it yet. Seeing that Uncle Tiger broke the sandbag, I was anxious.
Uh!
Long Feihu quickly stepped back.
Pang it.
Long Wenwen threw the kitchen knife and pounced on the old man.
She was afraid of hacking the old man to death, so the heroine didn't need a knife.
Ping-pong-pong. This is a fat beating.
Even the old man is crying for his father and his mother, it hurts so much?
The owner and several students were dumbfounded.
"Okay! If you hit it again, you'll be killed." Wang Meng suddenly stopped screaming and was still excited. Fenzhong the small tyrannosaurus.
"Next!" Little Tyrannosaurus really didn't fight enough, and gave up the old man and went straight to the museum owner.
At this time, the old man was covered in blood, and he rolled his eyes, as if he couldn't do it anymore.
The owner of the pavilion saw the little tyrannosaurus rushing to him, and ran away so scared that he wiped his head, but he didn’t have a little tyrannosaurus fast. After being kicked into the air by the little tyrannosaurus, the person was punched and kicked in the air by the little tyrannosaurus, causing blood from the nose and mouth of the museum owner. When he landed, he was already unconscious.
"Oh!" The little Tyrannosaurus roared, then turned and ran to the students again.
At this time, those students were awake from the shock, and with a shit, they turned around and ran, but it was too late.
Ping-pong-pong, howling ghosts and howling wolves, those students were all beaten to the ground.
"Ahem, literature and art? You need to be civilized, you know? You have to remember, you are a literary youth, you know? Okay, leave a few active ones to carry people back, otherwise you will have to carry them." Wang Meng Slowly stopped the little tyrannosaurus.
"Little uncle? Let's follow them back? Let's challenge them directly?" Long Wenwen stopped when he heard that he was going to be a young literary girl, but said intently.
Sitting on the chair, Wang Meng almost slipped to the ground when he heard the words.
The old man and the others were all trembling when they heard the words, and they all experienced the power of this young literary girl, and they were all scared.
"Remember what you said! Go away! Next time, I will abolish you!" Wang Meng ignored the little Tyrannosaurus, and said to the old man who had already slowed down.
Without a word, the old man ran away carrying the unconscious curator.
"My uncle? I guess this taekwondo gym is abolished. Let's not challenge this taekwondo gym, let's challenge another family? What kind of taekwondo, karate, pick them all yellow, we are left with our martial arts gym, then Mouthful of oil?" Long Wenwen looked at Wang Meng hopefully, and swallowed.
Wang Meng shivered: "Do you think you are delicious? Still greasy? We have to persuade people with morals. If they don't provoke, we will not take the initiative to kick the hall. Understand?"
Long Feifeng poked their lips.