Wei Kang quietly handed Yipeng three hundred yuan.
Yipeng bought nine yuan for three yuan and quietly handed one to Wei Kang.
Each put in a coin and the fight started.
During this period, Yipeng kept shouting: "I'll beat you to death.
Oh, what's going on?
You guys are so awesome."
The voice quickly attracted the eyes of others.
Wei Kang concentrated on fighting him with recognition.
"I'll come back if I lose."
Yipeng said and tossed in another coin. one minute later "Damn it, come again."
Yipeng tossed in another coin.
After playing three games in a row, Yipeng suddenly took out the three hundred yuan that Wei Kanggang had given him and slammed the table, "Do you dare to bet one hundred yuan in one game?"
This roar attracted more eyes from Shua Shua.
"Come on, I'm afraid of you, but what if you lose and don't admit it?"
"Let's find a witness."
After saying that, Yipeng immediately called a few people who were watching and said, "How about you help us prove it?
Whoever loses and refuses to admit it is the grandson?"
Since there is excitement, everyone is happy to watch, and six or seven young people in colorful clothes are willing to serve as referees for the two.
Just like that, the two started playing again, talking about this game.
When they were teenagers, they were both among the best in the town, but this time they played randomly and played without any structure.
Wei Kang won two games in a row.
In each game, he narrowly defeated the opponent when he still had a trace of blood.
"You can win money with this little bit of strength."
A yellow-haired curly pushed away the spectators on both sides and patted Yipeng on the shoulder: "Brother, give in."
"Wait a minute, let me play another round.
I don't believe I can't win," Yipeng said scratching his head.
The two started fighting again, still indiscriminately, and the fight was a mess.
In the end, Wei Kangsheng pocketed the three hundred yuan he won.
"Don't leave and let me teach you how to play."
Huang Mao stopped Wei Kang.
Yipeng stood up and gave up his seat.
At the same time, he said instigatingly, "Okay, come and educate him."
After that, he walked out of the door.
"I'm going back soon, how about we go bigger?"
Wei Kang took out three hundred and filmed it on the camera.
"Okay."
Huang Mao clenched his hands, sat on the stool, and said, "Let me show you what strength means."
Boom, boom, boom, boom, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap The sound of joysticks and buttons was heard endlessly, and Wei Kang could feel that this yellow hair had two brushes, but compared to his real strength, there was simply a gap between his grandson and his grandfather.
But Wei Kang didn't show too much strength.
He just dealt with the opponent and narrowly won, so that he could lure the opponent to play another game.
At the end of the first game, Wei Kang picked up the three hundred yuan beside the yellow hair and said, "Thank you, brother."
"Let's bet six hundred again this time."
Huang Mao tossed a few more tickets and lit up a cigarette.
Huang Mao performed well in this game, but Wei Kang also performed well, and finally won by a narrow margin.
Huang Mao pouted and dropped the cigarette.
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"Thank you, brother."
Wei Kang put away Huang Mao's six hundred.
"Cao comes again."
Huang Mao was anxious and shook the pole vigorously.
The rhythm, speed, and ferocity were like racing a car.
And his body kept shaking, as if he was drifting.
Wei Kang was as calm as a lake, because in fighting games, in addition to technique and consciousness, the most important thing is mentality.
Huang Mao's mentality has collapsed, and Wei Kang can control the rhythm at will.
For five consecutive games, Huang Mao was blocked more and more, but every time it was a close call.
Wei Kang easily acted with each other.
If the enemy is weak, I will be weak.
If the enemy is strong, I will be stronger.
Knock the opponent down every time when he feels he is about to win, so as to stimulate the opponent to continue to invest money in gambling.
After three more games, Huang Mao lost more than 5,000 yuan and finally withered.
He leaned heavily on the chair.
He forgot that what he was sitting on was not a chair, but a stool.
Gudong "Ouch" Huang Mao curled up on the ground and rubbed his back "Thank you, brother."
Wei Kang stood up, walked around Huang Mao, and walked out.
Wei Kang counted the money and opened the door curtain.
“I’ve won so much” Yipeng's voice came from outside the door, startling Wei Kang.
"What the hell are you?"
Wei Kang was angry, "Who asked you to wait for me here?
After a while, people will see that we are in the same group."
"So you guys are in the same group" Before Wei Kang finished speaking, he saw Huang Mao coming out of the game hall and pointing at Wei Kang and shouting.
Behind Huang Mao came six young men with dyed hair.
Looking at the seven people with colorful heads in front of him, Wei Kang sighed softly, "Oh my God, the seven-colored light, the brilliance of the sun."
"It looks like there's going to be a fight."
Yipeng took two steps forward and blocked Wei Kang with his tall body, "Brother, take the money and run away first."
"Yes."
Wei Kang agreed happily and Sayazi ran away.
"Damn, you are so unloyal to chase me."
Huang Mao gave an order and led everyone around Yipeng and chased Wei Kang.
As soon as Yipeng got into a fighting stance, he was ignored by the enemy.
Feeling depressed, he gritted his teeth and chased Huangmao and the others.
Wei Kang ran too fast, and suddenly a strange scene appeared in front of him.
He saw himself, running on the same road as him, and suddenly his body fell down and fell.
Wei Kang was shocked and hurriedly jumped over the manhole cover in front of him.
After stopping, he looked back and found that the cement manhole cover had cracked.
He recalled dodging flying rocks in front of the school dormitory window.
It was this intuition that saved me again "The kid can't run anymore hehehehe" Huang Mao's shouting behind him reminded Wei Kang that he was still in danger, but he immediately thought of it.
He glanced at the manhole cover, and then waved to Huang Mao: "Come on, come on, I can't catch up, hehe."
"I'll do it."
Huang Mao was already approaching.
Naturally, he didn't know the mystery of the manhole cover, so he stepped on it.
Wei Kang was waiting for a good show, but in the end, the manhole cover did not collapse.
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Damn it, Wei Kang cursed in his mind, what do you mean, God is targeting me on purpose?
It doesn't matter, he still has a few men behind him, and there will always be someone who falls.
Then they will definitely not chase me to save their accomplices.
Finally, Huang Mao's men stepped on the manhole covers one by one and surrounded Wei Kang, but the manhole cover still did not collapse.
Where is the law of heaven?
"You are very courageous, how dare you provoke me after you lied to me?"
Huang Mao held a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and puffed at Wei Kang.
"You little bastards, how dare you try to touch my brother?"
Yipeng had already run up to him and shouted at "Seven Colored Light".
"Oh shit!"
The cement manhole cover burst, Yipeng fell, and then a modal particle came out.
Yipeng had quick hands and eyes, and he grabbed the edge of the well with both hands.
What's going on here?
The scene of Yipeng falling into the well did not appear in front of Wei Kang's eyes in advance because his sight was blocked by the seven-colored lights.
"Hahahahahaha" "Seven Colors of Light" all looked at each other and laughed.
"You should do a damn pull-up and pull yourself up," Wei Kang shouted at Yipeng. , "Damn it, I stretched my muscles, how can I still have the energy to do pull-ups?"
Yipeng complained.
A young man with dyed green hair turned his head.
A picture suddenly appeared in front of Wei Kang's eyes, that is, Lu Mao stepped on Yipeng's hand and Yipeng fell into the sewer.
"Feed that cuckold," Wei Kang pointed at Lvmao and shouted.
Lu Mao turned around and ran towards Wei Kang: "How dare you scold me?"