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This is the second time for Yang Qingshan to ride a motorcycle. The last time was on the beach, playing with the little sheep with his glasses. Because of motion sickness, Yang Qingshan gave up, but at this time Yang Qingshan had to ride a motorcycle. He was worried that something would happen on the beach. Go back to the beach as quickly as possible.
"Your sister, the mobile phone was taken away by Lu Yao." Yang Qingshan supported the car with one hand, touched his pocket with the other hand, and wanted to scold the street with a bitter face.
"Forget it, speed up." Yang Qingshan stepped up the accelerator, and the motorcycle rushed out like a rocket, but immediately followed Yang Qingshan and began to get motion sickness.
"Fight."
Yang Qingshan gritted his teeth, stared straight ahead, concentrated his attention, and wanted to forget that he was riding a bicycle, but Yang Qingshan didn't know that, with such concentration, the Qi in his body would naturally circulate and his mind would become clear.
"No more dizziness, emotional luck can also cure motion sickness." Yang Qingshan couldn't laugh or cry, he had practiced Qigong for four years, why hadn't he done this before, and was always bullied by Lu Yao.
Once Yang Qingshan was proud, the speed of the motorcycle became faster, like chasing the wind.
Director Zhao was very depressed. He parked his rented car on the road, thinking about how to explain to Lieutenant Li. He had been monitoring and tracking Yang Qingshan for several days. Too careful to be discovered by Lu Yao, and lost.
"What's the matter, I didn't become a good director, and now I'm working as a squatter. I might as well be a policeman. That's justified."
Director Zhao thought comfortingly, opened the car door, and wanted to get out of the car to smoke a cigarette and enjoy the sea breeze. As a result, an extremely fast motorcycle passed by in an instant, and the cigarette in his hand was gone.
"Do you have a sense of public morality!" Director Zhao finally found a target to vent his anger on, and hopped and cursed at the motorcycle going away: "I didn't see anyone! Do you know what safe driving is? Have you passed the driver's license test!"
Director Zhao was scolding vigorously, the motorcycle stopped and started to reverse, Director Zhao fell silent.
"Brother Yang, come out for a drive at night." Director Zhao said with an apologetic smile, sweating profusely.
"Are you following me?" Yang Qingshan glanced at Director Zhao and asked.
"Yes, no." Director Zhao said in panic.
"You also told me about the old man's critical illness?"
"It's not me, it's Xiao Liu, Li's confidant who said it."
"Thank you." Yang Qingshan said with a satisfied smile: "Brother still has something to do, I will look for you in two days."
"Yes, I'll treat you to dinner another day." Director Zhao said a few words politely, watching Yang Qingshan walk away, and then sat down on the ground with tears in his eyes.
Yang Qingshan didn't have time to teach Director Zhao a lesson, so he rode his bike back to the beach at the small pier.
At this moment, a fight was going on at the beach of the small pier. The dinosaur led his men to occupy the beach arrogantly. Xiao Liu rushed up with a dozen of his younger brothers immediately after receiving the news.
Those shops were closed and the police were called. Only Old Wangtou's seafood shop was still open. He sat at the door of the shop with a kitchen knife by his side, making those punks afraid to take a step forward.
Yang Qingshan got out of the car and lit a cigarette, watching the confrontation after the melee on the beach, Xiao Liu and a dozen of his men were surrounded by a group of dinosaurs.
Boom
A storm hit without warning, and the bean-sized raindrops fell, hitting the black sea and the gray-yellow beach.
Yang Qingshan raised his eyes and glanced at the cliff not far from the beach. There was also a little red light there, and a person was smoking leisurely on it. The rain quickly wiped out the red light.
On the cliff, Yang Qingshan was holding a baseball bat in his hand, looking warily at a big bald man on the cliff.
The big bald man looked at the black sea, reached out and patted his bald head, making a crackling sound.
"Someone offered 50,000 for your life, you give me 50,000, I will let you go, and add 50,000 to help you avenge." The bald man said in a buzzing voice without turning his head.
"Is there any killer like this? No professional ethics, and pretending."
Yang Qingshan murmured in his heart, holding the baseball bat tightly in his hand, carefully looked at the big bald head and turned around.
The big bald head stared at Yang Qingshan with eyes full of fierce light, and Yang Qingshan was shocked by that master's temperament for an instant.
"Boy, have you decided?" The big bald man smiled with his mouth tilted.
"Decided what?"
"Money, it's hard to make money these days. As long as you are willing to give money, brother is willing to help you kill people. How about it? Fifty thousand or one hundred thousand."
"Forget it, master at home.??Is critically ill, and one brother is still in the hospital. It all costs money. Does this elder brother have money? Borrow point. "Yang Qingshan shook his head and said, his eyes were looking for weaknesses in the big bald head.
"Don't mention money, mentioning money hurts feelings." The bald man smiled and said: "Since you are in trouble, boy, I have no choice but to kill you. Don't blame me for being heartless, I am a killer."
As soon as the big bald head finished speaking, he moved towards Yang Qingshan and kicked Yang Qingshan's hand holding the baseball bat. When Yang Qingshan climbed the cliff, he saw that Yang Qingshan had practiced kung fu, so he kicked it first. Drop the baseball bat in Yang Qingshan's hand, that's the only way to be safe, so as not to capsize the boat in the gutter.
Yang Qingshan took a step back, quickly raised his hand, and narrowly avoided the feet of the big bald head, but the big bald head smiled and approached Yang Qingshan's body, and Yang Qingshan just opened the door wide, and the big bald head sneered Just hit it with one punch.
"Go to hell!"
Yang Qingshan finally knows what a master is. That kind of combat experience is not comparable to that of a little bastard like himself. Just now, Yang Qingshan has lost his advantage. It seems that his hands have avoided the big bald head feet, but actually exposed his chest, giving the big bald head a chance to approach him.
Looking at the casserole-sized fist, Yang Qingshan gritted his teeth, forcibly retracted his outstretched arms, and just placed a baseball bat in front of the big bald fist, only to hear a bang, the baseball bat broke in response, and sawdust shot everywhere , the fist of the big bald head and the broken baseball bat hit Yang Qingshan's chest together, making a muffled sound, and Yang Qingshan flew backwards.
"It's over." The big bald head clapped his hands proudly, and was about to leave the cliff in a cool manner, but he stopped abruptly, staring at Yang Qingshan who was lying on the ground.
"Not dead yet? Brother's punch is quite powerful." The bald head sneered and said, "Boy, I can resist it. No wonder the sick ghost who doesn't eat fish will come to look for brother."
Yang Qingshan grinned and stood up, with the rain hitting his body, Yang Qingshan's whole body was trembling, he patted the sawdust on his chest, looked at him with a smile, and wondered if his body was inexplicable because of taking medicine soup to practice Qi every day these days His strength has greatly increased, otherwise the punch just now would have ascended to heaven.
"Boy, don't tremble, brother, you haven't seen how powerful you are yet." The bald man said, taking a deep breath. Although there was no change in his fists, they immediately changed in Yang Qingshan's eyes. different.
"Qigong? Does this big bald head need to use Qigong?" Yang Qingshan was overjoyed, the corners of his mouth curled up, and the Qi in his body circulated rapidly.
Boom
There was another burst of thunder, and the bald head was so busy playing handsome that he didn't notice a blue light flowing through Yang Qingshan's body at all.
Yang Qingshan rushed to strike before the big bald head, and in the loud noise of rolling thunder, he slapped the big bald head with his palms.
"Haha" The big bald man laughed loudly, waved his arms, and hit the palms of Yang Qingshan's palms with a pair of fists, exactly, the fists contained Qi and hit Yang Qingshan's palms.
"Master, let me show you what a master is."
Yang Qingshan sneered, grasping the opponent's fist tightly with both palms, not caring about the opponent's anger, but transporting his own energy out, the blue light crawled along the palms to the arms of the big bald head.
"Ah!" The bald man screamed, the meridians of his arms were shattered by Yang Qingshan's Qi, and he was thrown out of the cliff by Yang Qingshan in disbelief, and fell into the sea below.
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