The system is the king of the counterattack master

Han Xiaodong was also startled when he saw that Huangmao Taoist brother lifted the table when he disagreed with each other, and hurriedly retreated.

Brother Huang Mao shouted: "Fuck him!"

The three of them rushed towards Han Xiaodong together.

"Warning! Under attack, counterattack with a straight fist on the right side." Before Xiao K's prompt was finished, Han Xiaodong swung to the right side of the four people with a sliding step.

If there are more than a dozen, you must control the space well. The larger the frontal area is, the higher the possibility of being attacked.

The past few months of training were not in vain. Han Xiaodong happened to stand in the aisle between the two rows of desks when he made a turn, and let the four gangsters stand in front of him.

There are tables and chairs on the left and right, and the four gangsters can't use it well, so they can only rush up one by one.

A thin black man rushed to the front, and that thin man flew up and kicked directly towards Han Xiaodong's belly.

He didn't expect that Han Xiaodong was faster than him, he turned slightly to avoid his kick, raised his leg and kicked him right in the chest.

The black thin man was also a little lighter, and just now he jumped up and kicked, the whole person was vacated, and was hit in the chest by Han Xiaodong's kick, and flew out backwards with a muffled grunt.

Han Xiaodong's kick was really strong, the black skinny man flew out like a football, and hit Brother Dao hard behind him, and the two of them fell to the ground together with an ouch.

Daoist Huangmao stood behind him, so he became the back of the thin black man.He slammed into the overturned table firmly and couldn't get up.The fat man was splashed with noodles, and he hid aside to wipe his clothes. Seeing the thin black man and Brother Dao fell to the ground together, he realized that he picked up a wooden chair and was about to rush up.

He was about to rush forward, but a hand firmly grabbed his wrist. Looking back, old man Qiu, who had been busy in the kitchen, came out at some point.

Mr. Qiu held the fat man's wrist, took the wooden chair down, put a plastic stool into his hand, and said, "That's expensive, use this, be good."

Then I hugged my own wooden chair and sat behind the counter to continue watching the fun.

The fat man glanced at Old Man Qiu inexplicably, and then at Han Xiaodong. He couldn't care less, he yelled and rushed towards Han Xiaodong while carrying the plastic stool.

Han Xiaodong complained about this in his heart, thinking that this store can't do business anymore, Grandpa Qiu really can't tell the inside from the outside, he didn't call the police at this time, and he actually gave an outsider a murder weapon.

Seeing the fat man approaching with a chair waving, Han Xiaodong didn't dare to be vague. He took a few steps back, picked up the mop pole leaning against the wall, stepped on the mop head hard, and pointed the pole at the fat man's feet and poked it.

He used a lot of strength all of a sudden, but by chance, the shot missed the foot, but hit the fat man's big toe. The fat man let out another groan, threw down the chair, and sat down on his buttocks. On the ground, rolling all over the floor.

He wanted to hug his feet and rub them, but he was so fat that he couldn't reach his toes after a long time, so he could only roll back and forth on the ground to relieve the pain.

Han Xiaodong looked at the three people lying on the ground, shook his head helplessly, and looked up again, and there was a thin blue-haired man standing beside the cash register.

The thin man had been standing by the cashier and watching, seeing Han Xiaodong looking at him, he quickly picked up the seasoning box at hand to protect his chest, and the chili noodles in the seasoning box splashed all over him.

He coughed for a while, snot and tears streaming down his nose.

Han Xiaodong smiled wryly and ignored him.

After stepping over the fat man, Han Xiaodong squatted beside Brother Huang Maodao.

The thin black man was still clutching his chest and groaning, while Daoist Huang Mao was pressing his lower back with his hand, it seemed that the bump was indeed not light.

"You have no professional ethics." Han Xiaodong smiled, and couldn't help teasing Brother Dao: "The blackmail that was agreed, why did you change it to robbery?"

Brother Dao gritted his teeth, his voice was a little vague, but his tone was still very firm: "Don't be crazy, kid, you don't want to ask who I am! We're not done with this today!"

Han Xiaodong was angry and funny, even after being beaten up like this, he was still stubborn. Are gangsters so bad these days?
He didn't know how to deal with the kung fu of these little bastards, when old man Qiu suddenly said:

"Boy, there are so many shops in front of the door, why do you have to blackmail me, a small noodle shop?"

"I don't think he's happy! As long as he's still in your store, I'll come every day from now on, and I'll let my brothers smash your house to pieces!" Daoist Huangmao pointed at Han Xiaodong and cursed.

"What does it have to do with me?" Han Xiaodong took a step back in disgust: "There is no one who touches porcelain like this! You are here to blackmail and blackmail, don't bring me along."

"Then who do you think he's coming for?" Mr. Qiu picked up a peanut with his hand, threw it into his mouth and started to chew.

"Me?" Han Xiaodong was a little confused about this statement, and he didn't know this group of people, so it didn't make sense that these people came here for him.

"Isn't it you?" Mr. Qiu clapped his hands after eating the peanuts.He reached out and picked up the beer bottle opener by the counter, and swung it with the rope.

when!
The bottle opener was impartial, and hit Lan Mao's head just right, making a crisp sound.

"Ouch!" Lan Mao was in pain, and quickly turned around and pointed the seasoning box at Old Man Qiu, the remaining chili noodles in it also flew out, choking him and coughing again.

"Tell me." Old Man Qiu asked Lan Mao.

"I don't know!" Blue Mao replied, rubbing his eyes.

when!
Another crisp sound.

"I don't know!" Blue Hair shouted heartbreakingly.

when!
Louder than before.

"Woo...I...I really don't know! Brother Dao asked me to come, I don't know anything!"

Blue Hair was beaten and cried.

Han Xiaodong is really dumbfounded now.

He lowered his head and asked his brother, "Are you really here for me?"

"What's the matter? What's the matter if it's not?" Brother Dao lay on the ground with his neck straightened, as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

After all, Han Xiaodong is a student, and there is no good way to take this kind of hob meat. He was worried, when he suddenly raised his eyes and saw a black thing lying on the ground, and he immediately took care of it.

He took a few steps, took a few sheets of paper from the paper drawer, and picked up the black thing.

Then he turned around and stepped on Brother Dao's chest.

Brother Dao was struggling to turn over while lying on the ground, but now it was even more uncomfortable for Han Xiaodong to step on him. When he wanted to struggle, he found that Han Xiaodong had a lot of strength under his feet, as if he was being crushed by a heavy pillar.

"You have two choices. First, to be honest, I will let you go. Second, eat this thing you brought, and I will let you go."

After finishing speaking, Han Xiaodong put the paper bag on the ground and opened it. Inside was the cockroach brought by Brother Dao.

Brother Dao looked sideways, quickly turned his head to the other side, and shouted loudly: "Let me go! Let me go! Help! You can't do this to me! I'm a minor!"

Han Xiaodong was annoyed by his yelling, grabbed his jaw, pinned his firstborn, grabbed the cockroach and put it in his mouth: "Say it or not!"

Brother Dao saw that cockroach was close in front of him, and quickly shouted: "Say! I say, you take that thing away first! It's so fucking disgusting!"