Chapter 879

When fighting, he was kicked to the ground, grabbed a handful of dust and threw it on the enemy's face. This is a trick only used by street ruffians. Although it is mean and not aboveboard, it has a great effect.

From this point of view, the dead foreigner is also an expert in street fighting. He scolds loudly, but his actions are quite quick and in place.

Of course, Fang Yuan is also suspected of being a hooligan when he stretches his legs to trip people up and eat shit.

But it doesn't matter. From the fact that the dead foreigner can open his mouth and shout the name of Fang Yuan, we can see that he is an acquaintance.

Mr. Fang has never had any psychological burden on cleaning up acquaintances

Even more, after the dead foreigner was trampled on the ground, what would he do next? He tilted his head with a sneer and avoided the dirt. At the same time, his left foot had stepped out and accurately stepped on the dead foreigner's right hand. With a little force, he screamed again in pain, followed by a series of repeated greetings.

When others greet their wife, Fang Yuan never takes it seriously and is not angry. At most, he just puts his right foot on his ass on his back neck.

A dead foreigner is like a duck whose neck is trampled. His whole face is lying in the ash at the edge of the green belt. He can't scold a word anymore.

Fang Yuan's ears have just cleared up a little. He chased the big fan bucket, the boss of Jinjie, who killed the foreigner. He has led his two younger brothers to pat on the horse.

Seeing the dead foreigner trampled under his feet by Fang Yuan long ago, big fan Tong was very happy. After running over, he shouted, "man, thanks. I'll invite you to drink in the night sky later!"

Big fan Tong said, he would bend down and reach out to pick up the foreigner's shoulder, ready to pull him up from the ground. First, he would give a complete set of combined punches to the little white face of the gentle scum: NIMA, I'll let you seduce my girl with your mother's gun and see if I don't beat you into a pig's head forever!

Fang Yuan raised his hand to stop him: "man, slow down."

"What's the matter?"

Big fan Tong looked up and looked around.

Fang Yuan didn't speak, but smiled, raised his hand, pointed to the direction where he patted his horse, and signaled him to take his people away.

Big fan Tong understood. His friendly expression disappeared and changed into a grim smile: "Hey, man, do you want to stand out for this dead foreigner?"

"Alas, I actually prefer to stand by and watch you beat him into a life that can't take care of himself."

Fang Yuan sighed, looked down at the dead foreigner and continued, "but not now. I have something to find him."

Although in a clean manner, the square was just a foot raising, it tripped the dead foreigner who was hurting away to the ground, and stepped on a foot with a clear and tread. He stepped on woodlouse like this and seemed to have really something like that.

But big fan Tong doesn't care: who won't hide around and plot against people? Don't you just stretch out your legs and trip unprepared to the ground, brother, and you can do it more smoothly than you. So you think you want to meddle in my affairs with your skill. Hey hey, don't blame me for being rude to you.

"Don't you know who I am?"

Big bucket tilted his eyes and pointed his nose with his thumb with his backhand.

Fang Yuan asked with a smile, "who dare you ask?"

"I'm the boss of golden street, big fan!"

Dafitang reported his own name, and then habitually began to show off his former glory: "in those years, my two kitchen knives were invincible from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road. As long as you walk on the road, who hasn't heard of my reputation as a big fan? Boy, for the sake of stopping the dead foreigner for me, I forgive you for your offence to me today. If you are sensible, go away quickly. Don't wait for me to get angry. Then you will have your mouth full of teeth -- "

With a bang, the dull sound of his fist walking on his face interrupted the self blowing of the big bucket, and made him fall back to the ground with a bang like a wooden stake broken by the wind.

He himself said he was a big loser. Fang Yuan really couldn't find a way other than using his fist to let him know better. He quickly took his two younger brothers and got out.

"Lying trough, how dare you attack our boss!"

The two younger brothers, who were listening to the boss's brilliance and were intoxicated, saw that Fang Yuan only used one punch and flattened the big bucket to the ground. After a little stunned, they became angry, shouted together, put on the posture of galloping horses and bright wings of white cranes, and rushed to Fang yuan from left to right.

After the two younger brothers rushed up in a vicious manner, Fang Yuan took a step back, raised his right foot, kicked two feet in succession, kicked them heavily on their shoulders, and let them fall out with a cry of pain.

The two younger brothers had just put on a posture and had not yet let Fang Yuan see their most authentic Kung Fu. It was like being hit by a big hammer. After falling down, a carp jumped up immediately, shouted wow and ah again, jumped up, picked up the big rice bucket with white eyes on the ground, turned and ran away.

When he sees something bad, he runs away. This is the golden rule that big fan Tong has repeatedly told his younger brother to keep firmly in mind, because it is with this move that he has brought into the bureau the bosses of lie Daijin street, including the four heavenly kings, the eight immortals, the twelve constellations and the twenty-four heavenly Gang, to become the new boss, and has been free to this day.

Now I have a hard idea. If I don't go at this time, when will I stay?

When the two younger brothers rushed up with a roar, Fang Yuan took another step back and was about to give the two unkind guys two hard notes and beat them completely, but he didn't expect them to pick up a big bucket and turn around and run away. He was a little stunned, and then lost his smile: "Cha, you know each other very well."

When Fang Yuan stepped back two steps to deal with the two younger brothers, the dead foreigner who was trampled on the ground seized the opportunity in time, rolled quickly, then bounced up, jumped on the wall less than one person high in a courtyard, and a natural and unrestrained kite turned over and fell in gently.

As soon as his feet landed, he didn't look back. He twisted his body, bent down and rushed to the toilet in the southeast corner of the northwest corner, and kicked away the women's toilet -- in other words, the dead foreigner was so familiar with the terrain of the courtyard, thanks to his sister who had worked in the courtyard and had been here several times before.

"Oh, who!"

As soon as the dead foreigner kicked open the door of the women's toilet, a woman in her forties weighing at least 75 kilograms and up to one and a half meters tall stood up from the squatting pit with her pants, she was screamed by the man who suddenly broke into the door, and her pants loosened and fell down.

The woman is still squatting here so late. That's because her husband (head of the mechanism courtyard) is on the night shift tonight. She's worried that some shameless little fox will take this opportunity to pry her corner, so she followed her.

The Secretary's wife really didn't expect that when she came to the toilet to relieve her hand, a man would break into the door and look menacing. She made it clear that she would take advantage of this opportunity to insult her. When she screamed with fear, she suddenly found that the visitor was a dead foreigner. Her face was dirty, but it was still very gentle.

The heart trembled inexplicably, and all the fears dissipated. A charming red glow floated on her face, and she scolded in a strange voice: "you can't come in after knocking on the door -- ouch!"

With a slap, the dead foreigner raised his hand and slapped on the trembling hip of the director's wife. Then he climbed to the toilet skylight, rubbed his body like a civet cat, and resisted opening the window with his shoulder, and jumped upside down.

When his feet fell steadily on the ground, the dead foreigner thought proudly: is that all the flying eaves and walls in the old Chinese legend?

Behind the courtyard is a smelly ditch, which must be more than four meters wide. The water is not very deep, but it is smelly -- smelly ditch, if it doesn't smell, it's called a stream.

The dead foreigner hesitated. He really didn't want to go into the water. It's said that the water was mixed with some things just discharged by the director's wife. It's disgusting to think about it.

But nausea is nothing compared to being caught in the surrounding area.

As soon as the dead foreigner gritted his teeth, he jumped into the smelly ditch, patted the smelly water with both hands, closed his eyes to shield his breathing, just used two breathing rooms, ran to the other bank, climbed up and galloped north along the back wall of the building on the other side of the ditch.

"Finally escaped the devil's claws of that bastard!"

After lying in the bathtub of his rented house, the dead foreigner took a long breath, closed his eyes, and murmured, "it's a pity that the woman who has a big bucket doesn't look very good, but she is better than a white and tender woman, especially the Kung Fu called Kang, which is not seen in his life. That's a soul-stirring woman --"

Help, help, several knocks on the door interrupted the dead foreigner's muttering.

With a loud voice, the dead foreigner turned over and sat up from the bathtub, grabbed the edge of the cylinder with both hands, and shouted, "who?"

Fang Yuan's lazy voice came from the outside: "give you ten minutes to wash quickly. I'll turn off the cold water when it's late."

"Sleeping trough, can't you let me go?"

With a wail, the dead foreigner slipped down and lay in the bathtub.

In order to escape from the clutches of Fangyuan, he didn't hesitate to break into the women's toilet, run through the smelly ditch, and make full use of his absolute professional anti tracking technology. He ran to most of the golden street. He entered and left the front door at the back door. He tossed outside for half an hour. After making sure that even the police dog couldn't find him, he climbed down the sewer to the third floor and turned home from his balcony.

After going through all kinds of hardships, he still couldn't escape from the surrounding area in the end, which was a heavy blow to the dead foreigners, and lost the confidence to continue to escape. He simply broke the jar and fell and never escaped again.

In less than ten minutes, the dead foreigner who had soaped at least eight times walked out of the bathroom with his slippers and big underpants.

He knew that Fang Yuan was definitely the kind of person who kept his word. He said that if the cold water was broken in ten minutes, it would be broken, so he had to wash it dry and wipe it clean before the cold water was broken.

"Don't touch my book -- don't touch my wine!"

As soon as the dead foreigner came out, he saw Fang Yuan sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, with a wine glass in his left hand and a color pictorial on his knee in his right hand.

It is said that it has been more than 800 years now. There are only three bottles in existence. They are collected by dead foreigners at auction with a million yuan.

But he regarded it as the most precious wine in the world. He was cruel and didn't want to drink it a hundred times, but Fang Yuan opened it impolitely, like a cow drinking a drink.

That doesn't count.

The most unacceptable thing for dead foreigners is that Fang Yuan dared to read his scriptures privately: out of print dragon, tiger and leopard!

Seeing his action of spitting on his fingers every time he turned a page, the dead foreigner could no longer control his killing intention, and rushed up with a low roar.

I'm not alive now. I have to die with him!

Seeing that he was about to jump in front of Fang Yuan, the dead foreigner was like flying in the clouds. He swished and flew back at a faster speed than he did. When he hit the sofa next to him, Fang Yuan sighed: "Alas, sieve, when can you correct your cheap problem of not being beaten and uncomfortable every time you see me?"