Chapter 82 What Can I Do, I Am Also Desperate

"Haha, Han Qingqing, Le Yuxin, what do you want to eat, let's go and choose..."

He Tianfeng laughed so badly that he looked evil, and he was so complacent, his eyebrows were beaming, as if he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

Sun Xiaodong chuckled: "Come on, let's go and have a look."

"Well, let's go!"

He Tianfeng and Sun Xiaodong ran to the picnic cloth of Zhang Kun's group, looked at a large pile of stewed vegetables, and squatted down, as if checking the inventory in their warehouse: "Oh, it's quite rich, pig's trotters, Pig face, duck, fat intestines, duck neck, foie gras... hey, foie gras is good, hey, how about we get foie gras?"

"good!"

"OK!"

Le Yuxin and the others agreed with a smile, full of joy.

He Tianfeng picked up the foie gras and put it on the mat, and said with a smile: "It's not a lot, so let's take it together, no need to plate it."

Zhang Kun and the others looked a bit ugly, but they couldn't help it. There was no way. He proposed the bet. Now that they lost, could they still play tricks and slap themselves in the face?

He Tianfeng carried the foie gras back to him triumphantly, but did not rush to open it to eat, but smiled and said to Qin Yang: "Now we are also confident people, even if we lose, this foie gras can still block one round."

Qin Yang smiled: "It's okay, open up and eat, we won't lose."

He Tianfeng's eyes lit up, and he gave Qin Yang a thumbs up: "Boss is arrogant, but just in case, when you win another game, we will eat!"

"Qin Yang, come on!"

"Next time we want braised duck!"

Le Yuxin, Zhao Rui and several other girls also shouted excitedly, with a posture of high spirits.

Although they had some scruples about Zhang Kun, Qin Yang stood in front with a calm and confident smile, which made them feel very safe, as if even if the sky fell, Qin Yang would not Have any questions.

At this moment, the monkey had already drank all three beer cans in one go, angrily crushed the last can and threw it aside, staring at Qin Yang with reddish eyes: "Come again, I and You are singled out, two wins out of three, the bet is still a plate of barbecue plus three cans, dare you?"

Qin Yang frowned: "This means that you represent all of you, Zhang Kun, do you have any objections?"

Zhang Kun naturally believed in Monkey's boxing skills, and nodded without hesitation: "Yes, he will fight on our behalf, the bet remains the same!"

Qin Yang turned his gaze back to the monkey, and said with a smile, "Then come on, but, can you finish fifteen cans in one sitting?"

The monkey was taken aback for a moment, and then came back to his senses, because Zhang Kun and Qin Yang said that they would draw five rounds first. If there were three cans in each round and they lost all five rounds, it would be fifteen cans. Qin Yang The meaning of this is obviously that the monkey will not be able to win a single match against himself.

The monkey's eyes were a little more angry, but he still suppressed his emotions, and said in a deep voice: "Don't brag if you are awesome, everyone sees the truth in your hands, come on!"

Qin Yang smiled slightly, stretched out his hands, and said with a smile, "Come on!"

Qin Yang wins!

Kill with one punch!

Qin Yang wins again!

Continue to kill with one punch!

Qin Yang smiled and looked at the red-faced monkey in front of him with an incredible expression, and said with a smile: "You lose, drink!"

The eyes of He Tianfeng and the others who were watching and cheering behind Qin Yang widened their eyes. I'll go, do you want to be like this?

Can fight, can play the piano, that's all, even punching so hard?

"Boss is awesome!"

"Instakill, hahaha!"

"Le Yuxin, you just said you want stewed duck, right? Okay, let's take stewed duck this time, everyone think about what to get next time, haha, this is free stewed meat delivered to your door, cool!"

He Tianfeng continued triumphantly and ran to the picnic cloth of Zhang Kun and the others, and brought back a plate full of braised duck. Before leaving, He Tianfeng said with a smile: "Lord, thank you!"

Hou Zi is a well-known King of Fighters among Zhang Kun's group, and his punches are very powerful, but in Qin Yang's hands, all of them were killed with one punch. up.

"Monkey, can you do it? You are not online today."

"I'm going, monkey, what are you doing, being killed in seconds?"

Zhang Kun frowned and asked, "Monkey, what's going on?"

What's going on?

Monkey was also in a daze, he lost with punching, as for how he lost, didn't everyone watch it?

What can I do, I am also desperate.

Monkey also refused to admit defeat in his heart: "I haven't entered the state. It's the first time we meet. It's still a little strange. I'll try again."

Zhang Kun hummed: "If you don't feel it, try another person."

"good!"

Houzi himself is a master of punching, so he naturally knows what it means to win or lose in punching. While drinking the three cans he lost in a bet, he thought about the punches Qin Yang just made, and then he felt that he had a clue in his heart.

"Come again!"

Qin Yang hummed, stretched out his hands casually, and the two started punching again.

Compared with the last time, the monkey's performance was a little better, because he was not killed in one punch, because everyone guessed right in the first two punches, but when the monkey guessed wrong, Qin Yang did not guess wrong.

Qin Yang wins!

The monkey was unconvinced and continued. After one punch, the monkey won!

The monkey's eyes lit up, his confidence recovered a bit, and he continued to attack, but the result was still cruel.

Qin Yang wins!

Best of two out of three, the monkey lost again in the third round.

He Tianfeng had already rushed over very rudely, and brought over a plate of braised pig's trotters.

Zhang Kun frowned, MD, losing three rounds in a row, isn't that too embarrassing?

"Drink!"

"Three cans, come on, it's amazing, buddy, nine in one breath, it's amazing!"

He Tianfeng, Sun Xiaodong and others were gloating and fanning the flames, still fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

The monkey's face was flushed, he gritted his teeth, opened the can, and continued to pour it down.

However, when the monkey had just drunk the eighth can, it couldn't take it anymore. It was drinking on an empty stomach, and the stomach contracted violently, and then the beer he was pouring down suddenly spewed out, like a fountain, spraying On the grass next to it.

Qin Yang looked at this scene calmly, turned his eyes away from the monkey, and landed on Zhang Kun: "There are still two rounds, do you still want to play?"

Zhang Kun looked at the vomited monkey with an ugly expression. The monkey was already the most powerful puncher among them, but now he was made to vomit directly by Qin Yang, which was completely embarrassing.

Zhang Kun also understands that one loss is accidental, but three times in a row, which shows that there must be inevitable factors, even if the row continues, there is only one dead end, and there will be no fluke.

Zhang Kun gritted his teeth, did not speak, turned his head, and fell on a sturdy young man next to him.

The young man understood, smashed the can in his hand to the ground, stood up, and said angrily: "Fuck, it's just too much deception, don't play childish games like punching, it's a man, I just played it directly, I heard that you are quite good at fighting, do you have the guts to practice it?"