Chapter 102

Yang Yi looks forward to lunch time every day, because lunch has the largest amount of food and can provide the largest amount of calories. As a person who does fitness and martial arts every day, the panic of being hungry before the meal time is a pain that must be experienced every day .

Now Yang Yi can't change the instant noodles, because he has no cigarettes, and he has no money to buy cigarettes. He is too embarrassed to ask Xiao Ran for money. He would rather be hungry than ask outside for help. As for Zhang Yong, Yang Yi Never asked him a word for help.

Yang Yi felt that if he couldn't even solve the problem of eating, he would be a fool.

But Yang Yi really never thought about stealing other people's food, from the beginning to the end, he never thought about it at all.

But after Zhang Yong reminded him, the evil seeds in Yang Yi's body began to germinate.

There is no sense of guilt at all in robbing a group of people who are either scum or scum, and you can practice with them, why not do it, right?

So today Yang Yi decided to test his own strength.

When going to the restaurant for dinner, Yang Yi even walked according to the footwork. He couldn't help it. He was excited. After months of hard training, he was finally able to fight in practice today. He couldn't help but be excited.

Zhang Yong didn't go with Yang Yi, because he knew that he was going to make trouble on purpose, so it's better to stay far away, so as not to miss lunch.

Yang Yi was eager to try when he picked up the plate, and then he walked up to the black man who was cooking.

Today's lunch has chicken. Although it's just one piece, it has meat.

Yang Yi was very emotional. The first time he ate chicken, he poked someone blind because of a piece of chicken, and finally killed the boxing champion. Now, it was chicken again, but he had to grab someone else's.

After the meal was served, Yang Yi wanted to stand beside the line and start collecting food, but after thinking about it, he hurried to a table and ate the food as quickly as possible, then returned to the side of the line, and then Lifted the plate.

Holding the plate like a beggar, this made Yang Yi feel extremely uncomfortable, but there was no way, he didn't have a younger brother to help him hold the plate to collect other people's food.

Half of the people hadn't eaten yet. Yang Yi stood next to the line, and after putting on a cold face, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Because everyone knows what it means to wait with a plate.

Many people glared at Yang Yi, and Yang Yi wanted to stare back and order others to put food on his plate, but he thought well, but he still didn't have the nerve to open his mouth.

A short and thick black fat man also stood beside him with a plate, he looked at Yang Yi strangely, then frowned and said, "Hey, who are you collecting for?"

"I don't do it for anyone, I collect the food myself, do you have any objection?"

Yang Yi was waiting for a Mexican who usually looked fierce. That Mexican had scolded him for no reason. At that time, he was busy returning to the cell for training, so he treated it as a dog barking twice and ignored him. But today, he wanted to I'm in trouble with that old Mo.

But at this moment, a short white man walked up to Yang Yi and the fat black man.

The white man hesitated. He didn't know who to give his chicken to.

Yang Yi couldn't help but exchanged glances with the fat black man, and then the fat black man said sharply, "Go away! What are you looking at!"

This black fat man is not Yang Yi's target, but since it's all over, there's no need to wait.

Yang Yi put away the plate, and then punched the fat black man on the nose.

The fat black man shook his head suddenly, rolled his eyes, and immediately fell backwards.

In fact, Yang Yi really did it smoothly, just a punch like that, but he didn't expect that fat black man to hit him so casually. You must know that this is really a punch, not a trick of continuous punching.

So he punched the fat black man on the ground, which made Yang Yi a little confused.

"I understand, here you are."

The white man wanted to give his chicken to Yang Yi without saying a word.

As for Yang Yi, the more vicious he is, the more he wants to provoke him, like the things on the plate of that skinny little white man, he doesn't want it yet.

"Whoever wants your food, go away and eat it yourself!"

Yang Yi said angrily, and then he saw a group of black people rushing towards him.

At least a dozen people.

Yang Yi was nervous and excited at the same time. As soon as he put the plate away, he immediately ran up to the fastest black man.

The black man punched Yang Yi.

Actual combat is not the same as fighting.

At this time, Yang Yi still had time to think of any tricks, he lowered his body, ducked down to the front of the black man, and then punched the black man in the stomach.

The first black man fell to the ground without humming, and then Yang Yi retreated violently because the second black man was coming.

His hands swung out suddenly, Yang Yi wanted to grab the arm of the black man in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it firmly, so Yang Yi turned his head suddenly in a hurry to avoid the punch that hit him in the face, but his ears were It was still rubbed, and it hurts.

Yang Yi's left arm was on the top and his right arm was on the bottom. Without thinking, he immediately hit the black man's armpit from bottom to top with his right fist, and then pulled the black man's arm with his left arm and pulled it down suddenly.

With a click, the black man immediately yelled miserably.

Yang Yi dodged sharply to the left, and he used the trick that didn't work just now again, but this time he succeeded, because the black man who hit him stretched his fist for joy but didn't retract it, so he caught him straight.

The two hands were pulled and turned suddenly, and after another click, the black man also screamed miserably.

The panic period at the beginning is over, but Yang Yi still can't see how many people are in front of him at this moment. He thinks very well, just come and fight one by one, and just let it go.

But after waiting to be surrounded by a group of people, Yang Yi found that the situation was different from what he imagined.

It was too messy to see clearly, so there was still time to think of any moves.

He was even short, and then hit the sky cannon in front of a black man in front of him. His teeth and blood sprayed indiscriminately. Yang Yi turned around, his hands were wrong, and he hit a black man on the neck with two slaps.

Xingyiquan is walking and hitting, hitting is also walking, Mianzhang Quan's bunt is to find the deadly vital point, and grasping is to move and attack the joints, either to divide the tendons or to dislocate the bones. At this time, Yang Yi can't care about it at all. Thinking about what to use, it is simply how convenient it is.

You can't be beaten in the crowd, so after putting down all the people in front of you, Yang Yi jumped out of the crowd with one leap, and then stabbed him in the stomach by himself, waiting for Yang Yi to step back and dodge the crowd With one blow, he realized that the black man in front of him was holding a knife in his hand, and stabbed him fiercely again.