Chapter 66: Dung Beetle
After the Twelve Stickmen walked out of the door, the thirty-odd thugs behind the little mustache stood still. This was both a sign of trust in the Black Panthers and a sign of respect - these twelve men were enough to deal with anyone, so they didn't need to help, nor did they dare to steal the limelight from the Twelve Stickmen. The little mustache stood at the door, looking like a general with a plan in mind. He glanced at Zhang Nianzu coldly and made a pretentious "please" gesture.
Zhang Nianzu ignored him and walked out the door.
call--
What greeted Zhang Nianzu was a middle-aged stick full of anger and resentment! Among these sticks, he was the most senior. Last time, he let Zhang Nianzu run away. His peers didn't say anything, but who knows how many people were laughing at him? He also analyzed it afterwards. His opponent didn't have any outstanding qualities at all. It was indeed his carelessness. Today, he wants to clear his name and restore the prestige of the Black Panther Gang's twelve sticks!
Bang--
Zhang Nianzu kicked him across the street.
Everyone only saw a flash before their eyes, and the even-numbered stick flowers turned into odd-numbered stick flowers. They couldn't help but sigh in unison. Some people were squeezed at the back and hurriedly asked people around them what was going on outside. In fact, not to mention those who didn't see it, even those who witnessed it with their own eyes mostly couldn't figure out the situation. How could people just fly away for no reason?
The remaining eleven sticks exchanged glances with each other in a very short time, and then rushed forward together! These people are not only experienced in many battles, but also brave and valiant. It can be said that each of them is a well-known figure in the underworld. For a truly excellent warrior, it is not enough to have experienced victory. What is more important is to be able to face the challenges head-on despite the adverse situation.
Bang, bang, bang——
Zhang Nianzu kicked a few more times and sent three of them across the street to join the middle-aged stick man.
The remaining stick flowers did not stop or had no time to stop. One of them raised his stick and smashed down first. Zhang Nianzu quickly got close to him and twisted his shoulders to make him face his companions behind him. Then he grabbed his stick-holding hand and controlled him like a puppet to counterattack on another stick flower.
Puppet Stick Flower's reaction was not slow. Seeing that the stick in his hand was about to hit one of his own people, he loosened his fingers and the sandalwood stick flew out of his hand. Fortunately, it didn't hit the person in front of him. Unfortunately, the head of the stick happened to hit the head of a friendly soldier in the second row. That person screamed and rolled to the ground.
Zhang Nianzu continued to control his puppets, avoiding the siege of his opponents while kicking one or two away from time to time. The number of stick flowers was decreasing rapidly.
This was a unique battle. The most unique thing was that before Zhang Nianzu started to get into the state, the stick flowers were already bloodthirsty. The reason for the bloodthirsty was simple - since the middle-aged stick flower blew the charge, only half of his men were left. And there was only one way in front of them, that was to continue charging. The stick flowers of the Black Panther Gang must not flee in the face of the enemy. Even if only half of them were left, there was only one choice, either to defeat the enemy or to be defeated themselves - moving the paragraph "Excellent fighters are not humble or discouraged in adversity" here and using it again can better reflect their tragic and heroic moments...
The puppet stick flower no longer cared about his dignity and the pride of a brave warrior. He kicked his legs back and used the "kick kick" move, which was a naughty boy's fighting move. Zhang Nianzu grabbed his ankle and pushed him forward, making his head hit his accomplice's stomach, killing two at once. Then he raised his hand to block the attack of the remaining stick flowers. After a few sticks hit his arm, he took the opportunity to use his right palm to knock all the remaining stick flowers to the ground.
From beginning to end, Zhang Nianzu did not use his fists, because a punch with a force of 800 kilograms hitting the body could be fatal.
The people watching in the bar were collectively petrified at this point, their eyes bigger than the light bulbs on the sign!
The one whose eyes were wider than theirs was the one with the mustache.
Zhang Nianzu touched his aching arm and turned his head, staring at the man with a mustache through the glass of the door. Zhang Nianzu shouted, "Come out!"
"I won't come out!" The mustache man shouted without even thinking. The logic was simple. It was right not to do what the enemy told him to do! The thirty-odd thugs behind him lowered their heads and remained silent, just like thirty-odd passers-by looking for money on the ground. Their quiet logic was also simple - twelve Tibetan mastiffs were turned into Chihuahuas in two minutes, so why were these Teddy dogs still making a fuss?
Zhang Nianzu was amused by the mustache. He was unwilling to fight with others in Lao Jiang's bar unless it was absolutely necessary. Objectively speaking, the Black Panther Gang's trouble this time was a misunderstanding, which meant that the peace agreement between them and Lao Jiang was still valid. Although this agreement was very fragile, he did not want to destroy it in his hands. If he went in and beat them up, the Black Panther Gang would be able to seek revenge on Lao Jiang unscrupulously in the future. He had already caused Lao Jiang enough trouble.
Chiang Kai-shek was amazed at Zhang Nianzu's transformation, and at the same time he was also amused by the little mustache. He asked the little mustache: "Aren't you going to take him away? Why don't you go out again?"
The man with a small mustache knew very well what Zhang Nianzu was thinking. He looked at Lao Jiang and said, "If something happens in your bar, you can't escape responsibility. You have spread the word on the street that whoever causes trouble here is against you!" He understood the situation very clearly. If he went out, he would die. Between life and face, he resolutely chose the former.
Some of the onlookers said in a weird tone, "Just now he came here aggressively to settle accounts with others, and now he is hiding here and refusing to leave."
"Yeah, the Black Panther Gang has become quite famous recently, and it turns out they are just this kind of people."
"Your Twelve Sticks have all been beaten down. How long are you going to hide? The Black Panthers won't ask the police to rescue you, right?"
People are still enthusiastic about participating in activities like giving a drowning dog a beating.
The man with the mustache said loudly, "It's impossible for him to get out. Stop talking."
Someone sneered, "Do you think everyone here is talented and speaks well?"
Just when the fight was getting intense, the stick flower who was knocked down by the puppet stick flower stood up unsteadily. He just got hit in the stomach, so he was not completely defeated. He felt dizzy and wanted to vomit. He hunched over, put his hands on his knees, and opened his mouth to vomit. Zhang Nianzu pushed him - the two were not far away, and if he vomited, he would definitely vomit on Zhang Nianzu's shoes. As a result, the man staggered into the door of the bar and put his hands on the shoulders of the mustache. Zhang Nianzu suddenly had an idea and pulled him back. It turned out that this guy happened to be wearing a pair of dungarees...
Then, the mustache was pulled out as well.
Everyone was amazed. Is there such a thing? This scene reminded me of the carefree nights of my childhood, when children tied a string to a dung beetle under a street lamp and let it crawl back into its hole. After a while, they would pull it and it would come out holding another dung beetle...
"Wow--" The man in overalls vomited all over his mustache.
Zhang Nianzu looked at the mustache with a smile and said, "Can you talk properly now?"
The man with a mustache tied his hands together, looked at the farewell dinner on his chest that he had paid for, and said with tears in his eyes, " What do you want to know?"
