Chapter 17 Section 7

Here is the real world. If you dare to do something in Asia's largest city, you can't expect no one to see it. Hundreds of apartment dwellers on the street risked opening their windows to peek down at the incredibly surreal battle.As if they were afraid of interrupting the rhythm of the battle, and more like they were afraid that the battle would end prematurely due to the interruption, these residents' discussions behind the windows all lowered their voices. A dense white light bounced back and forth on the surrounding buildings, constantly accelerating its speed and correcting the attack angle.

And a man in a green Tang suit calmly parried the lingering white light. Although he was also good at running and jumping, he was still not as fast as the persistent white light. Click! "Hey, why does your blood stink a bit?" There was a mocking laugh in the air, and a cloud of blood blew up. "Stinky Sanba!" The man yelled, and struck out with his palm, but only hit the shadow that was bounced away by the white light. At first glance, the dense white light was so fast that it rushed towards the man from all directions at the same time.Although the man's movements were neat, they were far less swift and violent than the white light. Every time the white light approached the man, it would leave a terrible wound on the man's body.

But it was strange to say that the white light was still unable to squeeze the man away in one go. "Come again!" The middle-aged man was naturally a super master of Mantis Boxing, Tang Lang. "Oh, how could anyone be so urging!" said Dongzi, who hated to wear clothes the least among the Tokyo Eleven Jackals. At some point, the crowd watching with the open windows of the apartment above couldn't help being silent, and finally made a noise. "Hey, it's impossible?" "That woman jumped up... faster than my eyes?" "Brother, is this a movie?" "How do I know? Shh."

"Did you hear the sound of that kick touching the lamppost?" "My back was cold from that kick." "It's too exaggerated, even a stuntman, can he do that?" "It will definitely kill someone." "I said, they should be on drugs?" "Is there such a drug?" "No?" Strangely, none of these people thought of calling the police. Instead, they couldn't hide their excitement, picked up their home video cameras and digital cameras, and recorded the most ridiculous street fight they had ever seen in their lives through the window cracks.

Only these people can ignore the imminent world war and appreciate these pictures without emotion. At this time, Tang Lang lifted his breath and jumped onto the street lamp that had just been bent by himself, staying still. Gathering strength, momentum, and spirit, that posture is like a praying mantis trapped in amber resin. Bai Guang leaped into the sky at high speed and rushed towards Tang Lang's back. "Enough." Tang Lang flipped his palm and knocked him down. The white light slammed into the car parked on the side of the road, shattered the windshield, and the whole person was crammed into it in a mess.

Humming buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing buzzing sirens buzzing, this public fight has an extra nasty dub. "Hey, that's my car, which one of you will pay for it!" A middle-aged uncle opened the window and shouted. Tang Lang took out a NT$50 copper plate from his pocket, threw it towards the window, and stuck it on the middle-aged uncle's forehead with a thud.This action caused laughter and applause all over the street. Lying in the broken glass with disheveled hair, Dongzi smiled and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if he still didn't want to move. "Your attack is fast and fierce, and it is almost impossible to completely defend." Tang Lang squatted on the bent street lamp, pointed his index finger at his legs, and pointed his pussy at his Dongzi, cursing: "But listen! Well, you shameless woman, your attack is too monotonous, just like your nudity that disgusts me, if you do it a few more times, I can drive you away."

Yu Qing's palm marks appeared on Dongzi's chest. "Hey, don't worry, playing with food is just my foreplay." Dongzi smiled and touched the palm marks on his chest. That Jun palm just now hit Dongzi almost throwing up. At first he didn't take it seriously, but gradually, the remnant strength of the palm settled in his chest, as if a big iron anchor that couldn't be dispelled was stuffed in his heart, pulling Dongzi's body heavier and heavier, further and further down to the bottom of the sea. If it were replaced with something else, then one palm would be enough to flip the entire tank around twice, right?

"Get up!" Tang Lang shook his hot and red palm. "Oh, wake up soon." But Dongzi said, he still didn’t mean to get up, his legs were hanging on the shattered windshield, his hands were grasping and rubbing his protruding big breasts, and he was enjoying himself as if no one else was there——If someone doesn’t feel anything, it’s no temperament, now the picture That's it. At this moment, the battle was at a stalemate, and the audience all over the street were blushing, waiting for Tang Lang to continue. It doesn't seem right to ask Tang Lang to jump down and beat this woman madly... Where should he beat her?

But if it continues like this, what kind of showdown is this?It's just a waste of embarrassment. "Woman, do you still want to fight?" "Oh, of course it's a fight!" "If you want to be big, hurry up!" "Oh, it hurt so much just now, I couldn't roll over for a while." "Smelly 38!" Tang Lang was so angry that he slapped the lamppost under his feet, and the lamppost shook violently: "It's hard to pick Tokyo Eleven Jackals, and the others should be fighting very passionately now, right? Maybe even Zhang Xixi may die? Why did I meet such a bitch!"

Tang Lang's anger didn't seem to be aimed at Dongzi, but complained about his bad luck. This woman is either the worst in Tokyo Eleven Jackals, or the worst in brains, but she is just a rotten vampire, even if she wins, she has nothing to say. At this time, Tang Lang heard the sharp ringtone of the mobile phone. Everyone who opened the window questioned the source of the mobile phone sound with their eyes, you look at me, I look at you, but it seems that no one answers the phone, so that the annoying ringtone disappears. In the meantime, Dongzi spread her legs, and took out the phone from her sticky pussy with a smile. Before Dongzi could say anything, Tang Lang suddenly stood up.

"Stop fighting!" Tang Lang went mad. In the stunned silence of the two streets, Flying over the eaves and the wall dodged away.