I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

The tendon guy was caught off guard and swallowed subconsciously, swallowing the bullhead worm into his stomach.

Chen Ling thought the young man would be nauseous and nauseous, so he let him go.

Unexpectedly, the young man didn't care, his tongue licked his fat lips, and said, "No taste! I heard that it's deep fried. Give you a taste of it!"

The young man with tendon muscles tightened suddenly, his right fist turned into an afterimage, and he punched Chen Ling's temple with a right uppercut.

If this punch is hit, even if Chen Ling's physical fitness is far superior to ordinary people, the injury will be serious.

"Be careful!" Liu Ya and Charlotte have been paying attention here, and they cried out in unison when they saw the young man with tendon fisting Chen Ling.

Before he could finish his words, Chen Ling raised his arm to block the boy's right uppercut, "pop", like the sound of a ten-meter platform jumper's belly first touching the water surface, Chen Ling's slap was printed on the boy's face.

The slap was cordial and powerful, and the young man staggered a few steps, fell down on a table, crushed the bread and coffee for breakfast, the two guests were taken aback, and instantly got up and avoided.

Chen Ling frowned slightly. Coffee and crumbs are stuck on this young man, which is a bit dirty.

After feeding the young man a bug and a big pancake, Chen Ling's unhappiness almost vented, and turned back to his seat.

"Zero, you are so amazing!" Liu Ya's mistress usually stared at Chen Ling, with stars in her eyes.

Charlotte was not much better. She added coffee to Chen Ling's milk, added a piece of sugar, stirred it with a small spoon a few times, and handed it to Chen Ling with both hands.

Chen Ling took the cup, "Thank you Charlotte!"

He took a bite, tore a small piece of bread into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

The manager of the cafe would naturally not stand by when he saw someone fighting. Wearing glasses, he whispered a few words to the waiter, and then walked to Chen Ling, his voice was not loud but with a commanding tone, "Sir! Please go out!"

Liu Ya and Charlotte just raised their eyelids slightly and glanced at the cafe manager, and ignored them.

Chen Ling slowly slapped the young man's right hand and shook it.

The cafe manager was taken aback and shrank back, but didn't back away, and said, "Please go out, or I will call the police!"

"He is a guest of the cafe. You can't protect your guests, so why are they driven away?" Charlotte said lightly.

When the cafe manager heard someone talking, his pressure dropped sharply and said: "This gentleman did it first. He squeezed that gentleman's mouth."

Charlotte still didn't look up, and said, "You didn't see clearly, did you? That person put the bugs on us first, we had to fight back and put the bugs in his mouth. You should kick him out."

Liu Ya listened to Charlotte speaking slowly and secretly laughed. Chen Ling watched the young man lying on the table while eating and drinking.

The two waiters in the cafe were beside the young man, one tidied up the scattered tables and chairs, and the other asked him if he had any questions.

The young man's head buzzed, he lay down on the table and felt a warm liquid flowing in his nostrils, and a touch of blood on the back of his hand.

He has never suffered like this in fighting since he was young. It is often when the injury is more serious, but it has never been slapped in the face like this!

How can this be tolerated?

The young man leaned on the table, stood up slowly, staring at Chen Ling fiercely, letting his nostrils bleed.

Looking at the palm prints and nosebleeds on his face, Chen Ling felt sick. He couldn't eat breakfast anymore, and his heart was agitated again.

"Another slap in the face?" he called to the tendon guy.

The cafe manager was so shocked that he wanted to fight?

He quickly stopped Chen Ling, "Sir! Please, don't fight in our cafe! We are a small independent cafe and can't stand the toss! The boss will deduct my bonus! Please!"

He couldn't scare away Chen Ling, so he had to beg Chen Ling.

Charlotte spoke again: "Manager, please take out the nosebleed man, he is so scary that he will scare the guests away!"

"Yes, we will leave after we eat." Liu Ya also said.

Seeing Chen Ling's strength in combat, the two women felt confident, a bit of a pretending posture.

Girls don't like men fighting, but they like men who can fight.

The cafe manager had no choice but to turn around to persuade the young man with ticking nosebleeds.

Chen Ling reminded him out of kindness: "Don't get blood!"

The cafe manager took a meal, and countless faks passed by in his heart. He hesitated, not daring to get too close to the embarrassed but fierce young man.

"Sir, you are injured. We will send you to the clinic." The cafe manager changed his strategy and said cheerfully. He was looking forward to quickly sending this fierce god out of the cafe, so as not to hinder business anymore.

The tendon guy didn't even look at him. He wiped his nose again and flicked it. A few drops of blood donated really fell on the cafe manager.

"Oh!" The cafe manager jumped up, his eyes almost falling to the ground, "Call the police! Call the police!" He can't stand it anymore. He doesn't worry about calling the police anymore and it will affect the business of the cafe. Maybe the police have to knock him out. Money.

Chen Ling was a little embarrassed when the cafe owner shouted so. It is really inappropriate to influence others to do business for no reason.

"You are not my opponent! Go call the old woman priest!" Chen Ling shouted at the young man with tendons, to send him away.

The reinforcements that François brought were about to arrive, and Chen Ling planned to stop the matter.

Seeing the second bullhead worm today, Chen Ling judged that the old woman priest must have more bullhead worms. These worms didn't know how to find themselves in any special way. Her thoughts and behavior about marrying herself are disgusting, and she must be completely dead, otherwise she will always be harassed.

Hearing the "old woman priest" in Chen Ling's mouth, the young man with tendon meat widened his eyes, his fierce light skyrocketed, and his anger was raging.

Chen Ling didn't care, and shook his right palm again, "Come on again?"

The tendon guy took a step back. Just now, Chen Ling's movements were too fast, and the young man ate a big pancake before he could react, and he had a lingering fear! This is also the reason why he stood there all the time and didn't come up directly despite his anger.

Young guys with tendons usually fight, and usually a right uppercut solves the problem; a small number of people who can block the right uppercut will be knocked down by the left uppercut that follows. This is a routine, fast and brutal. For those who can block two uppercuts, as long as the young guy with the tendon gets a set of combo punches, the problem will basically be solved.

Today, this Chinese opponent, looking at someone who is not good at fighting, not only easily blocked his right uppercut, but he also suffered a big loss with the subsequent slap. Before his left uppercut had time to appear, he was already caught. I'm lying on the table.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the young man with tendon made up his mind and asked: "Who are you anyway?"

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