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When the fat man walked to the racecourse alone, the guards and staff along the way looked at him with surprised eyes, and then looked away very considerately, pretending to turn a blind eye.
It's just that this kind of thoughtfulness is obviously not very successful. Everyone had a weird expression that seemed to be cramping, and the fat man was sure that in places where he couldn't see, these guys who couldn't help being beaming in person would even beat gongs and drums and clap their hands to celebrate.
Hastings took care of the fat man who dared to beat up people on their territory. It was a real joy.
With a stinky face, the fat man walked between An Lei and Margaret, who were biting their lips and looking at each other sullenly, lying on the white wooden fence, and said bitterly: "Is it funny?"
With a puff, the two girls laughed like silver bells. An Lei took the fat man's arm, buried her face on his shoulder, and trembled all over. And Margaret covered her mouth and upturned nose with one hand, and her stomach with the other, and fell on the fat man.
An Arabian pony, who was wandering around the fence, hungry for more carrots, ran away startled. Its slender hooves kicked up dust on the ground, the mane on its neck fluttered, and its tail curled up like golden reeds fluttering in the wind.
"Does it hurt?" An Lei carefully touched the bruise on the corner of Fatty's eye with her hand, her brows were full of distressed and funny amorous feelings.
"Old Fary or Haig?" Margaret bumped the fat man with her shoulder and asked with a smile.
"It hurts!" The fat man answered An Lei grinning, and angrily yelled at Margaret with a grievance on his face: "The two of them!"
"It deserves it!" The two girls taunted in unison, triggering another burst of laughter. Dare to beat someone at Hastings' house, it is already a miracle that this lawless fat man can stand here alive.
At this moment, suddenly a haughty voice came from behind.
"Are you Tian Xingjian?"
The fat man, who was making a blank face and desperately showing that he was not as knowledgeable as a woman, was taken aback, sighed, and turned his head. He found that at some point, a tall and strong young man had already walked behind him, surrounded by several members of the Hastings three-generation family.
The young man has thick brown long hair and black beard, a pair of blue eyes sunken deeply, a big and broad nose, looks like a strong male lion.
An angry Carly and a disdainful Carlyle stood behind the young man, like two complaining children, staring at the fat man angrily.
"What advice do you have?!" The fat man raised his eyebrows.
The young man looked at the fat man with a gloomy expression, and suddenly burst into laughter, and stretched out his hand: "I'm Leichter, I heard you just beat up Adolf?!"
The young man's hearty smile is like a ray of sunshine shining through the dark clouds to the earth, making it impossible not to have a good impression of him.
The fat man reached out to shake his hand firmly, and said with a smile, "I was beaten too."
"Did Old Fary and Haig move their hands at the same time?" Leicht obviously heard the fat man's conversation, glanced at Margaret, and asked teasingly.
"Yes!" The fat man said angrily with a toothache on his face.
"Hahahaha!" Leicht laughed loudly, and gave the fat man a thumbs up: "You are the first one who can beat someone in Sals Manor. What's even more amazing than this is that you can actually make the old man Fari and Haig fought at the same time! Originally, I wanted to compete with you, but now it seems that I should just admit defeat!"
"Brother Leichter!" Carlyle shouted from the side. This blond-haired young man obviously still has a heart for Fatty's arrogance. He originally thought that Leicht could dampen Fatty's arrogance, but who knew that Leicht gave up directly. For a moment, the blond boy flushed all over his face.
"Uh" Leicht secretly gave Fatty a look, then turned to look at the two mechas among the guards in the distance: "I heard that the mecha fighters under your command are all God of War level? "
"Well, the average hand speed is more than sixty-eight." Fatty glanced at Carly and Carlyle from the corner of his eye. The two little guys opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths wide, with horror, excitement and excitement on their faces. She couldn't hide her envious expression.
Leicht winked secretly at the fat man, clicked his tongue twice, and said, "I also heard that this kind of rampant mecha is the most advanced twelfth-generation mecha of the Fibonacci League, and many of its key technologies come from Yu Bandit Army"
Fatty waved his hands with false modesty: "What key technology is it? It's just some obsolete technology."
Amoynbsp; The sound of sonic booms, screams, mechanical movement, and engine sounds are intertwined, like a rolling thunder that will never stop, flying over the hillside. Wherever it goes, the wind blows away.
After a while, the mecha suddenly changed, adding legwork.
Two long whip-like iron legs alternate back and forth in the air, and only a phantom that is constantly rotating can be seen. The wind was torn, the dust was torn, the leaves flying in the vibration were torn, and even the sun seemed to be torn to pieces.
The whole farm was dead silent.
Leichter's breathing accelerated unconsciously with the movement of the rampage mecha.
Beside him, Carly and Carlyle, who were young but obsessed with mechs, had flushed faces, glowing eyes, and fine beads of sweat on the tip of their noses and foreheads.
On the other side of the hillside, many members of the Hastings family had already stood up, staring blankly at the mech in the sun, and their hearts were shaken for a while amidst the terrifying roar.
Landing sideways, turning around, the body of the mecha is like a football that has been volleyed vigorously, spinning crazily in the air, bending an arc, from the left side of the hillside, volleying across the mountainside, and landing on the right side of the hillside.
"Spin in fast!" Leicht looked at the fat man in horror.
This is a theoretical action based on the mecha control specification. Like the small pan maneuver, it is theoretically feasible, but in reality no one can do it.
He knew the advanced technique of punching and kicking before this rampaging mech, but he didn't know the name, but he was very familiar with this movement. You know, in theory, this is a nine-level movement that requires a hand speed of more than eighty movements per second to complete!
Following Leichter's loud cry, the entire racecourse suddenly burst into exclamation.
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes. This legendary action can actually appear in front of his eyes. And so smooth, so effortless.
Before the exclamation came to the ground, he saw his left foot on the ground, and with his lightning speed, his body suddenly pulled out an arc, flying forward for less than 20 meters, and immediately, like a boomerang, slammed back.
While knocking a big tree into fluffy sawdust, phantoms one after another swung out of the mecha like ghosts.
One, two, threea total of nine phantoms, flickering east and west on the hillside.
Under the warm winter day, everyone present suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill. No one has the confidence to stand before this devil without being smashed to pieces. The guards present couldn't even imagine what it would be like when this black mecha rushed into their mecha group.
Leicht swallowed hard, and asked: "How many such mech fighters are there in the bandit army?"
Carly and Carlyle pricked up their ears almost at the same time.
"Wagstaff is one of the top gods of war in the bandit army." It was Margaret who answered Leichter, "There are about a hundred mech war gods of this super level in the bandit army."
"One hundred?!" Leicht felt that he couldn't maintain his composure at all. Carly and Carlyle on the side were even more stunned, their eyes straightened.
"However" Margaret smiled lightly: "There are about 3,000 bandits who can perform such movements as rapid precession and small circle ¡±
Looking at the wonderful expressions on the faces of her playmates who grew up together, Margaret glanced at Carly and Carlyle, who had more dull expressions, and then at the members of the Hastings family, and those standing In the distance, Adolf with straight eyes felt that it is not something a lady should do to keep half of her words.
"If there is another year, there will be more than 20,000 mecha fighters of this level!" Facing Leicht's incredible eyes, she smiled and raised three fingers.
"Three divisions!"
Leichter shook his head, and quickly cast his gaze at the fat man. He decided that Margaret, who always lied to others, must be lying to himself this time.
Turning his head away, the fat man with a bruised nose and a swollen face smiled reservedly, seemingly modest
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