Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Zhong Yuemin retracted his gaze and looked at the little bastard, saying:

"People say you're a ruthless little bastard, fearless and ruthless. I think you're just a little bit timid. Why are you so nervous? I'm not a tiger. I won't eat you."

"Ah!"

The little bastard snorted coldly.

"Would I be nervous? You're a tiger, and I'm Wu Song. None of you brats in this compound are good. Don't give me any mysterious advice. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have nothing to say, don't disturb my sleep, bastard."

"Xiaojiu, please speak properly," Li Kuiyong interrupted, "Yuemin is trying to save you."

"Save me? Haha, how can you even begin to say that? The person who can kill my little bastard hasn't even been born yet."

"Little bastard, do you think you are so great and so skilled that everyone is afraid of you?"

"Isn't that so?" The little bastard shook the dagger in his hand. "If you don't agree, you can come up and try. You saved my sister Xiaomei last time, so I owe you a favor. Don't worry, I will be careful and won't send you to the hospital."

"Okay, since you're so interested, I'll play with you."

"Yuemin," Li Kuiyong said.

"Kui Yong, you've seen it too. Your childhood friend is too crazy. I'm going to show him that there are always people better than you. This place is too small for him to show his skills. Don't disturb the neighbors. Let's go downstairs and have a sparring match."

After that, he walked out of the room. The little bastard snorted.

"I'm afraid of you!" He followed him.

Li Kuiyong was helpless. They were not discussing anything, so why did they start sparring? He could not stop them. After leaving the house, the three of them came to a secluded place downstairs. They stood face to face, five or six meters apart. The little bastard had a dagger in his waist.

"Zhong Yuemin, I'm the only one who likes you more than any of you brats from the compound. I also know that you've helped Kuiyong's family a lot. Kuiyong treats you as his best brother, and we have the same relationship. I don't want things to get too awkward. If you can soften your stance and say I'm scared, I'll forgive you today. Don't worry, I won't spread the news and ruin your reputation."

"Why are you so slow?"

Zhong Yuemin didn't appreciate it.

"Little bastard, confidence is a good thing, but going too far is stupid. If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't dare, then stop. Don't waste my time."

"You ungrateful animal!"

The little bastard rushed forward and attacked first, specifically targeting the opponent's lower three parts: the chest (heart), abdomen (spleen, kidneys), and genitals. The moves he used to attack these parts were vicious and impolite, and could cause people to lose their fertility. However, it must be said that they worked very well in actual combat. This was also the experience the little bastard had summed up from years of fighting with others. If he encountered a timid person, he might be subdued with one move. It worked every time, but he was destined to fail today because he encountered the big iron plate of Zhong Yuemin, which was still very hot and thick.

The little bastard rushed in front of him and kicked him with a sweeping kick. Zhong Yuemin didn't dodge, but kicked out with his right foot and made a horse stance, which was more like a defensive posture. He was kicked and groaned. He was fine. The little bastard was in so much pain that his mouth was grinning at the back of his teeth. The first feeling was that this bastard must have a steel plate on his calf.

"Your mother!"

The little bastard got even more angry and thrust his right fist straight at the man's abdomen. Zhong Yuemin still didn't dodge and shouted, "Come!" He took a deep breath and the Hunyuan Qi in his body quickly condensed at his waist and abdomen. If Zhong Yuemin was shirtless at this moment, the little bastard and Li Kuiyong would be able to clearly see the terrifying explosive muscles stacked up layer by layer on his abdomen, like exposed steel bars crisscrossing each other, and they were red and hot.

"Oh!"

I took a punch and felt like I was hitting a steel plate again. My palm was piercing with pain.

"How dare you play tricks on me!"

I decided that this bastard was cheating by tying the steel plate, so I pulled out a dagger from my waist.

"I spent you!"

"Xiaojiu!" Li Kuiyong wanted to come forward to stop him.

"Kui Yong!"

Zhong Yuemin stopped, showing no fear at all, on the contrary, he was more eager to fight. He took the initiative to attack this time because he wanted to test the performance of Iron Bull Kung Fu in actual combat. However, the opponent stabbed him with a dagger, but he was not confident enough to take it head-on. His master had not yet reached the realm of invulnerability to swords and guns, so he was even less likely to do so.

When the little bastard's dagger fell, he took the lead and launched a simple, practical and extremely brutal brute force collision. He practiced this move every day and memorized the movements by heart. The sandbag weighing hundreds of pounds hanging on the tree branch in the yard was shaken by him, and the swing amplitude was so large that several hanging branches were broken. The little bastard was not tall and thin, weighing only hundreds of pounds at most. After such a blow to the right rib, his body could not withstand it. He floated backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and the dagger fell to the side.

The little bastard felt like his bones were about to fall apart. He had just been kicked and punched, and then he was hit like this. Why did it feel like he was hitting the steel plate? Could it be that this bastard was tied up with steel plates all over his body? He just stumbled to his feet when Zhong Yuemin rushed over, grabbed his wrist with one hand and his waist with the other, and lifted him up above his head. No matter how the little bastard struggled, he couldn't get free.

"Are you satisfied?"

Li Kuiyong who was watching on the side was shocked. He knew that Yuemin was good at fighting, but he didn't expect that his skills were so good now. When he carried that damn Du Weidong before, he was so reckless and looked like a spent force. Look at Yuemin's move. Du Weidong's fancy moves were no match for Xiaojiu, but he was still carried over his head by Yuemin like a piglet. It was so easy and it was obvious that he still had some strength left.

"I'm so proud of you! If you have the guts, let me down!"

"Okay, then I'll put you down."

Then he was thrown to the ground like a sandbag. Just as he was about to get up with a grimacing face, he was carried over his head again...

"Zhong Yuemin, this son of a bitch, I fucking... bang!"

Thrown down, lifted up again,

"Fuck you, you piece of shit, let me go...bang!"

Zhong Yuemin met his request, threw it out, and then was carried up again.

"you you……"

The little bastard collapsed, feeling that his body was not his own. He had never been humiliated like this before. He cursed the most since he started arguing with others. He was like a shrew. He felt ashamed. His brilliant life was ruined in an instant.

"I ask you if you accept it?!"

"I, you..."

He didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, his body couldn't take it anymore. The most important thing was that he had no chance of winning against the opponent's rogue style of play.

Li Kuiyong ran over at this time,

"Yuemin, don't throw it away, don't throw it away. If you do it again, Xiaojiu will have to stay in bed for a month."

Zhong Yuemin finally put the man down. The little bastard's legs were weak and he couldn't stand steadily. Li Kuiyong hurriedly supported him, "Xiaojiu, are you okay?"

The little bastard insisted, "No...it's okay."

"Okay, now we can go back to the house and talk properly, let's go!"

Zhong Yuemin clapped his hands. Apart from a slightly red face, he was not sweating at all. He was really calm and composed. He was quite satisfied with the first practical effect of the Iron Bull Kung Fu. He strode forward, and Li Kuiyong followed behind with his support. The three of them returned to the house.

Zhong Yuemin sat directly beside the bed, looked at the little bastard, and said:

"I know you're definitely not convinced and holding back your anger, but I don't need you to be convinced. I'm just telling you a simple and cruel truth: with your skills, you're no match for a true master or a desperate criminal."