C235 I can't stop the rolling of the skewers

No matter how much trouble there was, he could solve it with a single roll of his skewers.

If not, then two meals.

In the northeast corner of the Building Materials City, there was a barbeque stall. In the midst of the smoke, there were the creaking sounds of fat dripping onto the red charcoal. Just looking at it made one's appetite stir.

Half a kilo of a row, a bunch of skewers, a platter of beans, and a pint of beer!" Jiang Xiaobai found a seat and sat down. He took the beer cup from the owner and drank half of it in one gulp. His heart instantly turned cold and his entire body felt comfortable.

"Hey, my days are so comfortable!" Who knew that before the kebabs even arrived, a familiar figure would be standing in front of the small wooden table?

Wei San, the chief instructor of the Dojo of Limits who had inexplicably clashed with Jiang Xiaobai, was unconvinced even after getting beaten up. He actually got someone to go and squat at at his Jiangjiafang to guard him.

If not for his sudden appearance today, Jiang Xiaobai would have forgotten about his existence.

Wei San was currently wearing a red T-shirt and black pants. On his chest was the symbol of the dojo, it seemed like he had just came out of the training grounds.

Beside him was a burly man wearing a sports outfit. He was at least 1.9 meters tall and weighed nearly 200 kilograms.

One was tall and the other was short. One was fat and the other was thin, forming a sharp contrast.

"Jiang Xiaobai, you did not follow the rules!" Wei San said in a huff: "I already said that we would go to the Jiangjiafang to duel, but you actually became a turtle that hides your head, and for a few days, I won't be able to find you."

"Director Wei, I think you're mistaken. You did indeed say that you wanted to go to Jiangjiafang to look for me, but I didn't agree, did I?" Jiang Xiaobai laughed, then casually picked up a skewer of meat and said: "Don't think about killing and fighting all day, just roll twice, and everything will be fine."

"If you're scared, then I'll kowtow three times to your Lord Third!" Wei San revealed a look of disdain.

"San-er, are you talking about him?" The big bloke's face was also filled with disdain as he said, "Are you sure? This brat is as skinny as a wolf? "

"Second brother, that's right, that's him!" Wei San said: "Don't just look at how small he is, his fists are very tough, I can't beat him."

Don't just look at how arrogant Wei San was, he was also rather generous. Whether he won or lost, he did not deny it.

"I don't think so?" The big bloke raised his fist that was bigger than even the bowl and shook it. "Friend, stop eating for now. Let's have a spar." If you win, I'll treat you to a meal. "

"Not interested!" Jiang Xiaobai was annoyed and could only nibble on the meat skewers.

"You beat up my Junior Brother. This matter should come to an end, right?" The big bloke was not anxious, he had actually pulled a Maza and sat across from Jiang Xiaobai. His right hand held the edge of the table as he looked at Jiang Xiaobai with a fake smile.

"Jiang Xiaobai, I'll tell you the truth first. This is my senior brother, from Baozhou. He has learned Shaolin Fist, Tai Fist, and has fought in MMA competitions. He has more fighting experience than me. " Wei San crossed his arms and said: "Don't worry, once the match ends, I will not injure or cripple you anymore. As long as you beg for mercy, my senior brother will immediately stop."

This guy had also participated in the MMA before, Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but take a glance at him.

There were many swindlers in the martial arts world these days. A person would only need to study a few days of martial arts to trick others. However, once he met a true expert in martial arts, he would be out of business.

"Friend, are you done?" The big bloke raised his hand and pointed to the left.

The city gate was just right over there. There was an open space of one to two hundred square meters, and he wanted to finish it here.

"I told you, I'm not interested!" Jiang Xiaobai was indeed not very concerned about this sort of thing.

It's just a martial competition, and I've already experienced killing in actual combat.

Moreover, Wei San lost, so he called the idiot over. If the idiot lost again, would there still be a big fat guy?

"Jiang Xiaobai, don't you know how to appreciate favors?" Wei San's eyes narrowed.

The big bloke also said with a gloomy face, "What my third brother said is right. If you're scared and you're scared, then kneel down and kowtow a few times. It's not a disgrace for you to admit your defeat in front of me."

Jiang Xiaobai was also angry, he squatted down with the beer cup on the table and said: "Are you done yet? You can't stop rolling around? If you want to eat it, just eat it. If you don't want to eat it, then leave.

"I'll ask you one more time, do you want to compete?" A trace of killing intent flashed across the big bloke's eyes.

"Like I said, not interested!" Jiang Xiaobai replied lazily, he turned around and shouted at the shop owner: "Boss, are the lamb chops done roasting?"

"Alright, now!" The owner walked over with an iron plate.

"You refused a toast and refused a forfeit!" The big bloke flew into a rage and suddenly raised his right hand.

His hand had been grasping the edge of the wooden table the entire time. The moment he lifted it, the wooden table immediately leaned to the side, looking like it was about to fall over.

Damn, if I don't compete with you, you're not going to let me eat peacefully!

Jiang Xiaobai was enraged, his right hand grabbed the edge of the table and pressed down.

The table with four legs once again landed on the ground, the big sized guy's face revealed a surprised expression, he never thought that Jiang Xiaobai who looked two sizes smaller than himself could actually stabilize the table once again.

The big bloke's heart was set on fire. He used more strength in his right hand and was about to flip the table again.

It's endless, isn't it?

Jiang Xiaobai was even more furious, his right hand firmly pressed on the table.

"Creak, creak …" The simple wooden table issued an ear-piercing groan, as if it was about to fall apart.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong. I was mistaken." The corner of the big bloke's mouth slightly curled up.

"Same here!" Jiang Xiaobai picked up the chopsticks with his left hand, picked up a piece of roasted lamb and placed it in his mouth before eating it: "En, not bad, it's fresh from the outside, the boss is good at cooking!"

"Of course. I've been roasting it for more than ten years, and I have a secret recipe for it!" The shop owner smiled in satisfaction and turned around to continue roasting the kebabs.

"Just having a bit of brute force doesn't mean he's an expert in fighting. Otherwise, he would be able to find a weightlifting champion!" The big bloke continued to exert himself.

"Against you, just a little strength is enough!" Jiang Xiaobai raised his beer glass and took a sip happily.

Simply based on strength, Jiang Xiaobai would definitely win, but the big sized man was not convinced.

"Today, I must compete with you!" Suddenly, the big bloke's left hand reached out as well, grabbing the edge of the wooden table with both of his hands. Gathering all his strength, he stood up abruptly.

"Ka La!" The wooden table was split into two, the half of the table in front of Jiang Xiaobai was extremely stable, while the other half of the table in the big sized man's hand was flipped over.

"Crash!" The iron plate flew up as well, and the half a pound of steaming hot lamb chops were sent flying everywhere.

"Come back!" Jiang Xiaobai waved his right hand in the air, pulling the iron plate back to him. The chopsticks in his left hand quickly pointed in the air, and the grilled lamb chops changed direction, falling back into the iron plate.

"Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang!"

The big bloke's expression turned stiff!

Wei San's mouth could not close!

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