Speaking of this, Zhou Haowen staggered toward several people, stretched out his right hand, bent his index finger, and said seductively: "Come on, come on, little guy, come to Grandpa quickly..."
Zhou Haowen couldn't even stand steadily, let alone walk. Many looked at his staggering appearance as if he would fall in the next step, but he never fell.
Zhou Haowen raised his head and gulped down a few sips of wine. After drinking, he stretched out his left hand to wipe his mouth full of wine. He looked like a god and said, half drunk and half smiling: "Iron Crutch Li Xuanxi Quanzhuo Zui Huanzhen."
As he spoke, he came in front of several people. The remaining blacks didn't know why, so they rushed over.
Suddenly, Zhou Haowen's body swayed, and he was about to fall to the ground.
Zhou Haowen stretched out his right hand and grabbed the black man's body directly as if he were holding the wall. At the same time, his whole body turned 180 degrees, and his right hand reached their waists.
The two black men had no time to dodge. They wanted to use their right hands to block Zhou Haowen's hands. As soon as they touched his hands, Zhou Haowen's figure suddenly became agile and quickly moved forward to stick to the two people. He was like a dog-skin plaster, tightly wrapped around several people, and his fists came out together. "Bang!" The two old black men covered their waists and wailed.
The white man was shocked. Zhou Haowen's moves were classic in drunken boxing.
The people in Sanlitun were excited. This was no longer a simple gang fight.
It was about national dignity.
Some onlookers applauded and shouted, "Good."
Zhou Haowen's body was very weak and completely relied on the white man. The white man must be solved first, and winning would be very easy.
Thinking of this, Zhou Haowen also began to move unsteadily, and his eyes instantly became blurred.
The white man was stunned when he saw Zhou Haowen start to stagger over. He looked at Zhou Haowen very vigilantly, and his legs and feet kept retreating.
Zhou Haowen raised the bottle, raised his head, and drank a few sips of wine. His steps became increasingly unstable, as if he was about to fall in the next step, but Zhou Haowen could always stand up again every time he was about to fall.
Fan Bingbing and Li Bingbing in the crowd showed a strong interest in Zhou Haowen. They looked at Zhou Haowen with interest, and their eyes narrowed into a line.
The white man kept retreating. There were already six people lying on the ground, and the remaining four people did not dare to get close.
Zhou Haowen staggered to the white man, and he had nowhere to retreat.
While the white pig was stunned, he suddenly threw a punch. This punch looked slow, but it was in front of the white man in the blink of an eye. The white man was startled and ducked his head to avoid Zhou Haowen's punch. However, he didn't expect that the punch just now was a fake move by Zhou Haowen and that his real move was the next hook kick.
This hook hooked the white man down firmly. The white man didn't stand firmly and fell with his body tilted.
The opportunity was not to be missed, and Zhou Haowen quickly pressed his leg directly into the white man's stomach.
Following the trend of the white man falling, this pressure accelerated the speed of the white man's fall. Because the white man fell on his back, when he hit the ground, his back of the head fell to the ground. With a "clang," the white man suddenly felt black in front of his eyes and fainted.
Zhou Haowen looked at the fainted white man on the ground and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the remaining two white people and one black man.
Seven people were lying on the ground. Zhou Haowen was able to get rid of the white man so quickly because he caught him off guard.
If they were to surround him, it would not be possible to do so quickly.
The remaining three people looked at each other, roared, and rushed towards Zhou Haowen.
Zhou Haowen could not lose, and neither could they.
The three people had ferocious eyes and completely gave up resistance. They punched me, and I kicked you back.
The four people were entangled, and even Zhou Haowen's drunken boxing was useless.
Because they had given up their tricks, I could take your kick, but I would also hold your feet.
This created a passive situation.
As the saying goes, A random punch kills a master.
They had no tricks, so Zhou Haowen had no tricks either.
Then, under the influence of alcohol, random punches were thrown.
Zhou Haowen's feet had been imprisoned, and the black man lying on the ground had his feet tightly imprisoned, unable to move at all.
People on the streets of Sanlitun were waving flags and shouting.
Even the ladylike Tong Liya was raising her fist to cheer Zhou Haowen up.
At this time, Zhou Haowen and the three foreigners had wounds on their faces, and the only ones who could move were the two white ghosts.
A black ghost hugged Zhou Haowen's legs and forced the two white ghosts back.
Zhou Haowen bent down, and his fists were no longer visible. They turned into a phantom and hit the black ghost with a crackling sound!
Wing Chun: Continuous Japanese punches.
Suddenly, he retracted his fist to block a kick from the white ghost.
The black ghost under him had fainted, and Zhou Haowen had no pressure to fight two people at once.
Three minutes later...
There were ten people lying on the ground, and Zhou Haowen looked miserable.
The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his eyes were swollen.
His fists were bleeding, and he was breathing while sticking to his knees.
It was exhausting.
The entire crowd of onlookers was silent. I don't know who applauded first, but we finally gathered together.
Hualalalal————
There was an endless stream of applause. Zhou Haowen said loudly to those foreigners in English: "In Longguo, we must abide by the law. We Longguo people are not soft persimmons. I tell you, foreigners, if you don't want to be beaten, just be honest."
"Zhou Haowen." It sounds like Dilireba's voice.
After she shouted, countless people shouted: "Zhou Haowen, Zhou Haowen, Zhou Haowen..."
The white and black people each supported their companions and walked away in disgrace.
Wang Jingchun and Ning Li also hurried over to support Zhou Haowen.
At this moment, Zhou Haowen wanted to sleep and rest well.
Zhou Haowen, who had drunk so much, had no extra energy to speak. Finally, the police uncle arrived.
Dilireba recorded the record as the person involved, and the people around her also actively cooperated.
The source of everything was the black people's insults to China, which was intolerable to both the police and ordinary people.
Zhou Haowen didn't remember what happened afterward.
In his blur, he only felt two women wiping his body and applying medicine.
In Tong Liya's villa.
Dilireba and Tong Liya took Zhou Haowen's clothes off together, leaving only a pair of boxer briefs.
Although the big cock was weak, it still made the boxer briefs bulge.
The two women blushed slightly. Tong Liya wiped Zhou Haowen's body, and Dilireba applied medicine.
So many people were watching in Sanlitun, and a few kind doctors checked him.
It was just a skin injury, and he drank so much alcohol, so he just needed to apply some medicine and rest for a while.
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