I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 16: Live one day at a time

【When the strength is united, it is the power of struggle】

What is earning!
Struggling means pushing, aligning, and moving in all directions, with the intention of exerting force first.

The endless boring exercises in Lin Xi's mind were completely activated. At this moment, he was no longer fighting for his life. Instead, he was more free and easy. He kept his eyes and ears open, arranged all the information in his mind, and put all the practiced routines to use for himself.

Not being restricted by techniques in every move you make is the meaning of mastery.

"Swoosh~Bang~Buzz~" The machete flew out and pierced Shezaicong's neck. The force penetrated the blade, and it was shaking and making sounds.

Lin Xi spread her wings like a roc. She twisted the neck of a gangster with her backhand, stepped on a blade, and patted the cheek of the gangster who was trying to pull out the blade with her other hand, and gently lifted her foot.

Finish work.

Watching the thugs who were still able to move and alive flee in panic, he calmly turned around and went back into the food stall.

The glutinous rice had just been fried and the beef noodles had not yet been put into the pot. Old Wu stared in amazement at the thugs lying on the ground at the door. His lips trembled and he said nothing.

Lin Xi picked up the soft, sweet and glutinous rice and swallowed it quickly. Then the dry fried beef noodles were brought to the table. He opened a bottle of soda and ate the dry fried beef noodles while drinking it. He was not so fast and looked a little more gentle.

After eating and drinking, he looked at Old Wu, whose smile was uglier than crying, and said nothing. He left the money on the table and took his bag and went out.

"Swish~" Lin Xi whistled as he looked at She Zai Cong who died with his eyes open, then quickly left the street. He came here to catch She Zai Cong's fish. There was no need to keep him around after the target was killed. It was a large-scale fight, and if he waited any longer, the police and the people with the prefix "He" would probably be here.

What to do next?

Shezai Cong often tricks women from Malaysia or Sungai Renmin University of China to come here and force them to be prostitutes. He deserves to be put to death, but he happened to offend him, so he might as well be killed.

Although there was a high probability that Chuishuijie sold him out, they each served their own masters and the other party did not directly target him, so there was no need to kill him outright.

Sang B is not bad. If you are knocked down by his stick, you will probably get at least a concussion. This guy is quite good at fighting. On the one hand, he has no brains, and on the other hand, his skills have indeed improved too quickly.

The reason why Sang B was able to show up was probably because of his boss Jin Ya Bing, who happened to have a stake in the underground black boxing ring that Chui Shui Jie was watching...

After Lin Xi went through the thoughts in his head, he licked his dry lips and decided on his next target.

Jin Ya Bing, a notorious noodle seller in the city, deserved to be put to death.
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In the evening, at the back door of Jili Hair Salon.

"Hmm~Hmm~"

Chuishuijie untied his belt, hummed a song, pushed the door open, and started paying the water bill towards the corner.

"Ajie."

A ghostly voice sounded beside his ear. He subconsciously shuddered, and his pants were wet. However, he did not want to curse, so he did not turn around. He just said calmly, "Xizi, I did not betray you. What happened in the field has nothing to do with me."

"If it were me, I wouldn't just call a few friends to come. I would definitely be waiting for you, Big Black Star."

"Is Jin Yabing in the venue?" Lin Xi listened to Chui Shuijie's words quietly, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly asked. Chui Shuijie didn't say anything.

Lin Xi understood, patted him on the back and said, "Thank you."

"Xizi, the lame guy is dead, and Jin Yabing is just dealing with the higher-ups. If you want, I can be a bridgehead." Chui Shuijie pulled up his pants and said to Lin Xi who was about to walk out of the alley, "You can't kill them all. Even if one snake boy died, there are still thousands of snake boys. Going against the society in the city means going against everyone."

Seeing that Lin Xi didn't listen, he quickened his voice and said, "Boss Chen won't allow this to happen. In the end, even if you are a good fighter, you will die if you are included in the list."

To be a middleman means to be a middleman, and to be registered means to go to jail.

What happened in the Walled City is the Walled City. In the Walled City, it doesn't matter how many people with the highest ratings are killed. Many people, after offending the three highest ratings, voluntarily surrender themselves and become tainted witnesses. In most cases, no one dares to kill someone if the police give the order, but there are exceptions.

Lin Xi walked out of the alley without looking back, and headed straight for the underground black boxing ring. It was a day of being a coward and hiding, and it was also a day of suffering. It was better to live one day at a time.

Just as prostitution, gambling and drugs are often adjacent to each other, the distance from Jili Hair Salon to the underground boxing ring is not far. It only took him a few minutes to reach the door of the underground boxing ring. Why didn't he go around to the back?

Underground, underground, of course it is not a metaphor, but a real development in the basement. The whole building has only one main entrance and an emergency exit locked on the side with fine steel. There are no rooms on the first floor. The second floor is the monitoring room, and the third floor is where the big guys stay. Jin Yabing must be in there. Unfortunately, iron railings are welded on the windows outside, and it is impossible to get in from outside the building. Moreover, the glass is one-way, so you can't see anything from the outside.

Otherwise, you can imitate the way he killed the lame guy and sneak in to finish off your opponent.

Well, the current infiltration is also okay.

"What do you do—"

As soon as Huangmao stood up, he was slapped and knocked unconscious. The security guards on both sides pressed the alarm and approached quickly, with two electric batons crackling and sparks flying.

Lin Xi pulled off the yellow-haired man's coat and threw it over. Taking advantage of the brief gap when his vision was blocked, he quickly kicked him in the crotch with two quick kicks and walked in with electric batons in his left and right hands.

With the electric baton in hand, the world is mine. He was no match for the thugs pouring out from both sides of the passage. He heard continuous crackling sounds and thuds falling to the ground. He passed through the dozen thugs on the first floor, climbed the stairs to the second floor on foot, pressed the electric baton again, but the power was not enough, so he threw it to the ground.

He pushed open the door, lifted the thick curtain, and came to the second floor. It was much more spacious here, and the corridor was also more spacious. He was about to go upstairs.

"Hey~" A sturdy man with his upper body naked pinched his finger bones with a "crack, crack" sound, and shouted softly. He looked at Lin Xi with a provocative look. Bandages were wrapped around many joints of his body, and his legs were slightly bent. His streamlined muscles showed great explosive power, and the thick calluses were the result of at least two or three decades of hard training.

Muay Thai master?

Does Jin Ya Bing have any connection with Thailand?
Lin Xi was not nervous, and even had no reaction to the master in front of him.

“Ah~” the Thai boxing master screamed and rushed forward with a few jumps, looking as if he was gathering strength for a powerful attack.

"Click~"

After hearing the crisp sound of loading the gun, the Muay Thai master slid to his knees and stopped about one meter away from Lin Xi, with his hands raised high.

Lin Xi smiled and pointed the gun at the Thai guy's head. His shooting skills were not very good, but at a distance of about one meter, he would basically not miss the target unless he was physically disabled. Not to mention that he was also skilled in martial arts, with steady hands and accurate eyes, so shooting was very easy for him.

(End of this chapter)