Chapter 772 Three Punches

Of course Mr. Luo knew about the Hua family and the Phantom Step, so when Qin Yang said this, he understood everything.

Zhao Ming's face was gloomy: "Old man, no matter what, Hua Mengda hurt my son. This matter will eventually come to an end. Your grandson rescued Hua Mengda. You can't just pretend that nothing happened." "

Mr. Luo chuckled, turned around and asked, "Qin Yang, when you rescued people, did you know that Hua Mengda hurt people?"

Although Qin Yang was not worried about getting into trouble, it was obvious that his grandfather was helping him. He replied without hesitation: "I don't know. When I saw it, the bayonet head was broken and bleeding and they were surrounded. I haven't When they got close, they threatened me and told me to get out, otherwise they would smash my car. I am also a practitioner after all, so naturally I couldn’t ignore death, so I drove over and rescued the person. I thought at that time that I If you don’t take action, you won’t be beaten to death with a bayonet.”

Mr. Luo turned his head and said with a smile; "Look, Qin Yang didn't know who you were when he rescued people, nor did he know that your son was injured by the bayonet. He just saved people bravely out of a sense of justice. This can happen anywhere." It makes sense, there is always a wrongdoer and a debtor, so you can go find that Hua Mengda, but there is nothing wrong with going to my grandson..."

Zhao Ming snorted coldly: "Whether he did it intentionally or not, he rescued the murderer who injured my son. This is a fact. Unless he helps us catch Hua Mengda, otherwise, I am afraid this matter cannot be forgotten as easily as that. "

"Can't we just forget it?"

The smile on Mr. Luo's face slowly faded, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife: "When did your Zhao Ming face become so big? Are you threatening me? Do you think the Luo family It’s a soft persimmon, can you handle it how you want?”

Mr. Luo suddenly turned his back, and the expression on Zhao Ming's face suddenly became quite ugly. He stared at Mr. Luo coldly: "Old man, I respect you as a senior, so I talked to you properly. I want to solve this matter. You are like this." Does your attitude mean that you don’t want a peaceful solution?”

"Haha, you're celebrating the Chinese New Year. You come here so aggressively. Who are you trying to show off to me? You want to show off to me and call your father over to see if I don't spit on his face. You little brat, why are you pretending to be such a big deal in front of me? Woolen cloth?"

Mr. Luo didn't give Zhao Ming any face, and Zhao Ming's face suddenly became quite ugly.

"I've heard that Mr. Luo's iron fists are extremely powerful. Since we encountered him today, why don't you ask me for advice on a few tricks..."

Mr. Luo obviously also had a bad temper. He snorted coldly: "Come on, let me weigh you. Why are you so crazy?"

Qin Yang's expression changed slightly, he took a step forward and said, "Grandpa, this is my fault..."

"It's none of your business, just watch!"

Mr. Luo waved his hand with a domineering look and stopped Qin Yang: "This is no longer your business. Since people come to my door and want to smash my old man's face, I can't shrink back. Otherwise, if the news spreads, others will think that I, Luo Xiaotian, am getting older." More and more timid."

Qin Yang was immediately worried. Although he had seen the old man practice boxing, he was indeed very good, but after all, he was a lot older. This Zhao Ming was much younger than the old man. The so-called boxing was afraid of young people. If there was a fight, the old man would be injured. Okay, can’t you survive this year?

At this time, Qin Hua, his wife, and Mrs. Luo also came out of the room. Seeing this scene, Mrs. Luo suddenly became a little anxious.

"Old man, can't we not do something for this Chinese New Year?"

Mr. Luo didn't listen at all. He just waved his hand to signal the old lady to stop talking. He stared at Zhao Ming with lightning eyes and shouted in a deep voice: "Let's draw the line."

Zhao Ming said coldly: "Young man, if I beat you into a mess here, it would be a bit outrageous. Let's do it like this. Let's just fight three times. If you win, I will turn around and leave. You lose." , give me an explanation.”

"good!"

Mr. Luo agreed neatly, took off his coat and threw it aside. He took a deep breath, and a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his whole body.

"Come!"

Zhao Ming also took off his coat and took a deep breath. There was a snapping sound in his body, as if all the joints in his body were loosening.

"Be careful!"

Zhao Ming gave a low shout and rushed towards Mr. Luo quickly. Then when he was close to him, he suddenly stopped. However, his right fist did not stop. With the momentum of his impact, he punched hard. It hit Mr. Luo.

"open!"

Mr. Luo shouted in a low voice and punched out.

"boom!"

The two fists collided together in the air, making a dull blasting sound.

The two people retreated toward the rear at the same time.

"Pah. Pah. Pah!"

The two people's feet stepped on the ground, and the concrete floor instantly cracked, with countless cracks extending to all sides.

Mr. Luo took two steps back, and Zhao Ming took three steps back.

Zhao Ming looked at the footprints on the ground, his eyes became darker and darker, and his face suddenly turned red.

"Come again!"

Zhao Ming took two steps forward again and punched out.

Mr. Luo also didn't show any weakness and punched him forward.

"boom!"

The two separated again. This time the force of the collision was stronger than before, but the two of them only took one step back.

Zhao Ming didn't pause at all, his face turned redder than blood, he stepped forward again and punched three more times.

The two fists collided in the air again, and this time, neither of them retreated!

Blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of Zhao Ming's mouth, and Mr. Luo's face suddenly turned as red as blood.

Zhao Ming retracted his fist, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and glanced gloomily at Mr. Luo, who stood opposite him like a mountain.

"let's go!"

Zhao Ming didn't make any comments, and turned around neatly and walked outside. The few people following Zhao Ming looked angrily at the old man and Qin Yang, and quickly got into the car.

The car roared and rushed out of Luo's house.

In the car, Zhao Ming suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the chair in front of him, coughed violently, and spit out a mouthful of blood again.

The man next to Zhao Ming was shocked: "Brother, how are you injured?"

Zhao Ming straightened up, pulled a piece of paper, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were cold: "I suffered internal injuries, but I can just spit out the blood. It's not serious. That old guy's fist is really hard." , worthy of the title of Iron Fist.”

The man next to him said worriedly: "Then let's just forget about it?"

"Hmph, how could we just forget about it? The old guy didn't look injured, he must be holding on tight. Maybe he was injured no less than me. The Luo family and my Zhao family have always been in conflict, and recently they were fighting to the death over that project. , this is an opportunity, you have to touch them no matter what. You take people to the fighting gym to catch Hua Mengda, and at the same time people keep an eye on the Luo family, just on the kid named Qin Yang. If he comes out alone, find an opportunity to catch him. Him, don’t be discovered…”