Superstar Couple

  Chapter 42 Gongfa Couples (Part 1)

  The good ones do not come, the ones who come are not good.

  Meeting acquaintances in a foreign country, Zhang Le was a little surprised. Although the person was only a one-sided bond with himself, his appearance left a deep impression on him.

  It’s just that Zhang Le is a little confused. Isn’t that guy afraid of getting into trouble by doing this? If these guys hurt Yang Xin'er a bit, let alone him, even his rich father would be terrified.

   Zhang Le subconsciously guarded Yang Xin'er behind him, to the point that Yang Xin'er was a little bit wrong, but he was a little moved deep in his heart.

The staff of the   program group naturally saw that these guys are here to make trouble, and then they approached and negotiated, saying: "What are you doing? We are shooting the show here. Trouble..."

  The staff hadn't finished speaking yet, one of the impatient punks kicked him to the ground. The kick seemed to be so powerful that it directly kicked the staff member so that he couldn't get up.

  After all, if you go abroad, if you can reduce the number of staff in the program group, you won’t bring one more. What's more, now the four groups of guests are filmed separately, and the staff following each group of guests is limited. The group of Zhang Le and Yang Xin'er, plus the two of them, is no more than six. Moreover, girls accounted for half.

  Those gangsters are black and white, some of them are extremely thin, but most of them are big guys with bulging muscles. The European and American races are much taller than the Asian races. Among them, there is a black man who is nearly two meters tall, and his arms are thicker than Zhang Le's legs. That looks fierce.

With the airy temperament in the stream, coupled with the fierce appearance, now that Zhang Le's stall is surrounded, everyone can see that these people are here to find fault.

"I'll take care of it!" Zhang Le said to the staff over there, and then looked at one of the little **** who seemed to be the leader, and said in English, "How much money the fat guy will give you, I will double it! How about this?"

   "I don't know what you are talking about!" The man was taken aback, his eyes flickered, and he came back to his senses, pretending that he didn't understand.

   "What's the matter with you guys?" Zhang Le glanced at the person, and Zhang Le's guess of his own reaction was even more certain about the person's reaction.

  The person didn't answer, but when the others heard it, they stepped on the things on the stall in a mess.

  "Don't tell me, are you here to collect protection fees?" Zhang Le said lightly. He didn't really set up a street stall, so naturally, he didn't take the things on the street seriously. There is not so much anger towards the actions of those people.

   "You broke the rules!" The leader said lightly, and glanced at Yang Xin'er behind Zhang Le.

   "Rules, are your rules?" Zhang Le sneered, and said, "Don't talk about these useless things, what do you want? Or why is the fat guy calling you over? Just scaring me?"

   "What's the matter? Fatty, what fatty?" Yang Xiner heard some doubts, and then whispered to Zhang Le. She didn't have the slightest timidity when she was being gangstered.

"I saw the fat man Lin Xiaofan just now. I thought it was not a coincidence. I guess these people were found by that guy." Zhang Le said, "These people should be coming to me. Later, you should be careful and try to hide. Farther."

  "Hide, if they dare to hit you, I'll hit them! I hit them all over the floor, and they don't even know his mother!" Yang Xiner said viciously.

  When Zhang Le listened, he was a little startled.

"Humph!" The man snorted coldly, and said, "You have broken the rules here. Either one hundred thousand yuan, pack up your things and get out, or let the girl behind you accompany your brothers to have fun, if it's brothers Have fun, you can continue to put it here."

  When Zhang Le heard it, her eyes flashed coldly, but when Yang Xin'er heard it, she was about to violently beat people, and Zhang Le stopped him.

  "Does this mean by yourself, or the fat man?" Zhang Le said coldly.

  The person was about to say something, when suddenly the phone remembered, and he answered it.

   Zhang Le’s hearing is extremely keen, and he heard an impatient voice from inside: "You guys are still talking nonsense with him, the police are coming."

  The words are in English, but Zhang Le's accent can tell. Whose voice is that fat man?

  The person hung up the phone, did not say a word, just gave the people around him a look. Those people seemed to be in a tacit understanding, and instantly understood that one of them directly stepped forward with a grimace and kicked Zhang Le.

  Zhang Le grabbed the ankle of the foot that the person kicked, and slammed the person directly at the two people next to him, and then said to Yang Xin'er: "You go to the side and hide."

  As soon as Zhang Le spoke, Yang Xiner had already moved. However, instead of hiding to the side, he slammed his fist on the nose of the little **** who was approaching.

  The little **** is really thin among the people, and it seems that Yang Xin'er, who seems to be gentle and gentle, will violently beat people. She didn't escape for a while, was hit in the nose, and suddenly got nosebleeds.

The **** was furious and was about to get fierce, but didn't want Yang Xin'er to step forward and grab his shoulders, and then pushed it over with one knee.The guy only felt his internal organs shifted, wailed, fell to the ground, curled up, Twitching on the ground.

  Zhang Le was stunned, and those little gangsters were also stunned for a moment.

   Zhang Le did not expect that Yang Xiner was still so violent. However, thinking about it is relieved, after all, they are not only a family of soldiers, but also a family of martial arts. She really used Shaolin martial arts.

   However, this also encountered these gangsters who didn’t know much effort, and even surprised them. When those gangsters reacted, with their fighting experience and fierceness, it is estimated that only two or three Yang Xin'er would be difficult to fight.

  Fearing that Yang Xiner would be injured, Zhang Le took a few more points. When he shot the opponent either had a short foot or a broken leg, anyway, the opponent would lose combat effectiveness, and even in order to solve the opponent, Zhang Le abruptly took a few fists. However, the strength of those fists really didn't have much influence on Zhang Le.

  That big man, although he has great strength, but his flexibility is limited. Zhang Le is guarding him again, so naturally he won't be hit by his fists.

  Zhang Le dealt with the gang fights, but his eyes looked at Yang Xin'er from time to time. If Yang Xin'er couldn't handle it, she would rush over to help him.

   "Xin'er, be careful!"

  A **** seemed to be irritated by Yang Xin'er, and he actually took a machete from the waist behind his back and slashed at Yang Xin'er. At this time, Yang Xiner just couldn't dodge the fists and feet of another bastard.

  Fearing that he would not be able to stop him, he hurt Yang Xin'er. Zhang Le did not hesitate, and pulled Yang Xin'er away while using his body to block her in front of the knife.

   Zhang Le only felt the sudden burning pain in his back. Obviously the knife slashed his back, but fortunately, the wound did not seem to be deep.

Zhang Le turned around and grabbed it, grabbed the hand of the gangster holding the knife, squeezed it hard, and clicked, the guy's wrist was broken, and he grabbed the knife in his hand, and kicked the guy out with one kick. .

  Zhang Le didn't have any strength on this foot. That guy would have to lie down in the hospital for a year or a half without dying.

   "Zhang Le, are you okay, are you hurt badly?" Yang Xin'er was taken aback for a moment, then her face changed drastically, and she hurriedly asked. She glanced at the gangsters around her who hadn't stepped forward, her eyes full of anger.

"Small injury, hold this one!" Zhang Le handed Yang Xin'er the machete he had snatched, and then he tore his clothes, rolled them up, reined in the wound on the back, looked at those little **** coldly, and hooked them with his hands. Said, "Come here, I promise not to kill you!"