Peter stood on a flower bed that should have been beautiful, put an arm around Harry's shoulder, and said in surprise: "Do you think all Chinese people are so powerful?

I feel like this guy is even more powerful than Shang-Chi Boss! Punch through the gluttonous demon's chest with one punch. Is this really something a normal human can do?"

Harry was also stunned as he looked at a strong black-haired man with single eyelids, and murmured to himself: "I have to let Shang Qi teach me kung fu. Seeing that guy's appearance, why do I always feel like Steve's

Boxing is not classy!"

Several "Red Stick" thugs from the Chinese gang formed a large encirclement, surrounding Shangqi and a tough-looking man in the middle. Several of the "Red Sticks" were covering various parts of their bodies.

Seems to be a little injured.

Shangqi Jing, with his upper body bare, waved his fist in an extremely domineering manner and knocked a gluttonous demon flying a long distance away. This enemy that had to be dealt with with injuries a few days ago suddenly seemed not so difficult to deal with.

Already.

He glanced at the fallen demon and was very dissatisfied. He chased after it and chopped it on the neck. The gluttonous demon's thick neck was like a juicy sugar cane. It was stepped on and bent in the other direction. It was thick and thick.

His spine was pierced out of his skin, and a large amount of blood and suspicious liquid sprayed everywhere.

The tall, rough-looking man gave Shangqi a thumbs up and said with a chuckle: "We are following the same path. In terms of skills, you are better than me! It seems that your master is a real master!"

Shangqi glanced at the demon corpses lying on the ground around him, looked at the tall man with admiration, and said: "You are the most powerful guy I have ever seen. I can't do what you can do!

May I have your name?

Why do I think your punches are more powerful than mine?

If this is the reason for exerting force, your saying that I am better than you is simply ironic!"

The tall man smiled and shook his head and said: "My name is Yan Shuangying!

In fact, I can only be regarded as a wild player, and your playing style is much more advanced than mine!

The difference between us does not lie in skills, but in experience. It is difficult for me to explain this to you clearly!

But if you've been through enough battles, you'll understand!

Kung fu is always achieved by punching, and the more you hit, you will naturally understand where your fist should go!"

As he spoke, Yan Shuangying glanced at the gangster "Red Sticks" surrounding him and Shangqi, and said with a sneer: "Go away! You are not needed here!"

Why don't you go out to the streets and see if you can kill a few more red-skinned monsters?"

A strong thug with a rat beard covered his chest, looked at Yan Shuangying angrily and said: "Today's situation is special, but since you left the name, we will settle the accounts slowly! Yan Shuangying

, I remember you!

Chinatown is the territory of the Huaqing Gang, you have crossed the line!"

When Shangqi heard the rat-bearded thug threatening Yan Shuangying, he turned and looked over with a frown and said, "We are all fellow villagers. What hatred or grudges are there?"

The rat-bearded thug seemed to know Shang Qi. After hearing Shang Qi's question, he thought about it for a moment and said: "We are putting in all the effort to kill the red-skinned monster, and this guy knocked out several of my brothers when he came up.

Tell me, what should I do?"

Shangqi didn't know what exactly happened. When he came here, the whole Chinatown was in chaos due to demons. This Yan Shuangying was killing people at that time, and he couldn't help but add to his rivalry.

Now that I heard the "accusation" from the gangsters, Shangqi hesitated a little.

If it were Shangqi in the past, who cares what you, a gangster, say? What does it have to do with me whether you die or not? Gangsters are basically bad guys. If you kill them all, there will definitely be some wrong ones, but it would be too much to kill half of the ones who slip through the net.

too much!

But since I have been with Alvin for a long time, my Qi skills have not improved much, and my personality has indeed become much calmer.

Randomly reaching out to meddle in other people's business without understanding the matter himself is no longer what he would do now! He has been taught a lesson before, and he was impressed!

But Shangqi really admires this Yan Shuangying very much. This is the "rival" he dreams of.

Looking at Yan Shuangying's expression, Shangqi thought for a moment and said, "Maybe you can leave here!

After all, this is the territory of the "Hua Qing Gang". I don't know why you did that, but attacking your fellow villagers when disaster is imminent is really not a "pretty thing"!"

Yan Shuangying shook his head indifferently, looked at the rat-bearded man, and said, "You should ask your "brothers" what they did?

I don't care what territory or what disaster is coming, I only know that they are oppressing their compatriots!

I killed them just because I happened to meet them. It had nothing to do with timing or anything, I just happened to be free!

"Hua Qing Gang"? Isn't it amazing?

You know my name, now what?

I'm right here, you can come to me, in fact I'd rather kill you!

I like the feeling of killing you, it’s so satisfying!”

As he spoke, Yan Shuangying glanced at Shangqi, who had a serious face, and said with a smile: "Now you know how I got my kung fu?"

Shangqi believed Yan Shuangying's words almost instinctively. This was a man who disdained lying. If he said those people should be punished, then those people must have done something bad.

As for whether those people should die or be disabled, Shangqi doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know. Isn't it common sense that being a gangster will not end well?

Faced with Yan Shuangying's strength, the rat-bearded man gritted his teeth and glared at Yan Shuangying fiercely. Then he looked at Shangqi, who obviously wanted to side with Yan Shuangying, and finally could only wave his hands angrily.

, left here with his men.

This Yan Shuangying is nothing, and Shangqi is nothing, but the Alvin behind Shangqi is too scary.

That's a guy with Hell's Kitchen in his hands!

What is Hell's Kitchen? It is the transit station of hell on earth, where evil spirits gather!

"Bullseye", the former custodian of Kingpin's power as the underground king of New York, now dares not even step into Hell's Kitchen for fear of being killed!

Anyone with even a passing connection to gangs in New York knows not to catch Alvin's attention from Hell's Kitchen!

Now that Shangqi, Alvin's "waiter", is here, the rat-bearded man feels that no matter what he does, he should think carefully about it!

Shangqi looked at the rat-bearded man who left here angrily, looked at Yan Shuangying with some uncertainty and said: "I don't know why you are targeting them, but I think you still have the strength, let us go and fight

One circle.

One of my guys is almost here to drive the demon over!

This time we compete to see who can kill more and faster!"

Yan Shuangying glanced at Peter and Harry, who were obviously still children, nodded indifferently, and said: "I don't care, these things are quite enjoyable!

There is no need to compete. As I said, although we are on the same path, our training methods are very different!

When it comes to "fighting", I may not be your opponent, but when it comes to "killing", you are definitely not my opponent!"

Shangqi frowned and looked at the "arrogant" Yan Shuangying and said, "What do you mean?

What’s the difference in the way we practice?”

Peter came over curiously. He walked up to Shangqi, looked at the tall Yan Shuangying curiously, and said, "Is there any difference in practicing kung fu? Why is there so much emphasis on Chinese kung fu?"

Yan Shuangying glanced at Peter and Harry, frowned and said to Shangqi: "Who are these two little foreigners? Are they adults?"

Shangqi looked at Peter and Harry who were a little angry at being "despised" in a funny way, and said to Yan Shuangying with a smile: "They are my partners!

You definitely don’t surf the Internet much, and I guess you don’t even watch TV, otherwise you wouldn’t know them.

But it doesn’t matter, you will “get to know” each other in a while, my guy is here to chase the devil!”

Shangqi said, pointing to the roof of an apartment building in the distance, where Wesley was using the old gun called "Jessica's Fist" to drive a mixed team of more than a dozen demons towards here!

Facing the demon team so close at hand, Shangqi looked at Yan Shuangying without any nervousness and said, "I can probably guess what you're talking about, what's the difference between us!

But can you elaborate a little more? Is there really that big a difference between "beating" and "killing"?"

Yan Shuangying faced the oncoming demon team. He moved his shoulders fiercely, then picked up a thick-backed machete from the ground and waved it. He turned his neck and broke into the demon team with an extremely fierce fit.

.

Swinging his sword and cutting off half of a demon's neck, Yan Shuangying said with a smile: "I made it by fighting, you made it by practicing!

I will use all the favorable conditions to fight, and I will not consider "injuring" if I can "kill".

You are different from me!

Although you obviously have powerful weapons but don't use them, which makes me feel stupid, but I know it's because you are looking for a challenge for yourself!

This proves that you are a martial artist and your upper limit is much higher than mine!"

As Yan Shuangying faced the demon's siege, he turned around and struck out fiercely with his knife, opening the chest of a gluttonous demon, and then said: "I can "kill", but I cannot "beat", you should understand

The truth behind this!

Come on! Are you prepared to let me deal with so many red-skinned monsters by myself?"

Peter popped out a thread of spider silk and entangled a demon, pulling it out of balance. He tried hard not to look at the miserable appearance of the disemboweled demon, and turned to Harry and said strangely: "I

I think he is very good at fighting! This guy doesn't look honest at all, or is this the weird "humility" of the Chinese people?

For example, they will call their son "dog son", and they will call their villa a "shabby house".

I heard that guys who talk like this are usually very powerful!

Well, either those with money are great, or those with education are great!"

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To be continued...