DipNovel Chapter 216 Three Pieces of Bread
Chapter 216 Three Pieces of Bread
You know, you can only get half a piece of bread if you help Luo Jicong lick his shoes, but if you fight, you get a whole piece of bread.
This is definitely a bargain!
"Brother Cong, I'm coming!" A bald, well-built young man standing not far away raised his hand.
"Brother Cong, let me fight the fat man!" Another man with a fleshy face said.
For a moment, all the boys in the big room wanted to sign up, except for a man in gray who stood in the corner with dark eyes and didn't raise his hand.
"A bunch of idiots." The man in gray felt disdainful.
Luo Jicong leaned on the chair, while enjoying the woman licking her shoes, while looking around at the crowd, after a few seconds, playing with taste, "Remind me, it's a weapon."
What?With weapons? !
In an instant, the expressions of the men changed. Originally, they thought they were relying on boxing skills, but unexpectedly, they were equipped with weapons!
If you fight hand-to-hand, you will have a bruised nose and a swollen face at most, but if you use a weapon, you will be injured at least, or lose your life at worst.
This is too big to play!
For a piece of bread, it's not worth it at all. Suddenly, the attitudes of the men in the big room changed and they retreated.
Luo Jicong looked calm, as if he had expected this result a long time ago. He raised three fingers in a calm manner, "Whoever wins will be rewarded with three pieces of bread, and"
Luo Jicong deliberately paused for two seconds, then continued, "There is still a big bottle of water!"
What!Three loaves!A big bottle of water!
In an instant, the hearts of those men who were about to give up just now were churning again.
Who can not be moved by it?Just now, you must know how humble and coquettish Gao Hongyu and the other women were in order to get half a piece of bread!
"Ci'ao!" the slightly fat man yelled, "Don't be so impatient, whoever wants to challenge me, hurry up, I'm waiting for the bread!"
While speaking, the fat man picked up an ax and stared at everyone.
"Fatty! I'm here!" A few seconds later, a man with a fierce appearance raised a machete and stood up.
In an instant, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
"Okay." Luo Jicong, who was sitting on the seat, applauded and said slowly, "You two, fight until you are convinced, and whoever loses will not be able to eat for three days."
"Ci'ao! You're too ruthless!"
"This is the rhythm that makes them both desperate!"
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, thankful that they did not appear.
They know that Luo Jicong is not joking, he will definitely do what he says!
Not only them, the fat man and the fierce man who are about to face off also have a very bad complexion, cursing Luo Jicong in their hearts, why didn't they inform the second point in advance.
After a few seconds of silence, the eyes of the fat man and the fierce man collided. As expected, they were both full of viciousness and murderous aura.
Everyone had complicated expressions, but Luo Jicong, the initiator of the duel, was full of satisfaction and didn't care.
If people who didn't know were present, they would definitely think that Luo Jicong was brain-dead and committed the act of cutting off his arm. In fact, Luo Jicong had his own ideas.
On the one hand, for the sake of fun, imagine that the old god is sitting on the sidelines and witnessing two bastards fighting for food, isn't it very interesting?
It feels like a noble sitting in the VIP seat watching a beast fight.
On the other hand, Luo Jicong doesn't care about losing his two younger brothers. The people who are staying with him now are not all of his subordinates.
One or two people died, just to save food.
"Why are you two dawdling, why don't you hurry up!" Seeing that the fat man and the fierce man hadn't made a move, Luo Jicong said dissatisfiedly.
The fat man's heart trembled, and he shouted at Luo Jicong, "Be careful with Brother Cong, I'll destroy him right away!"
As he spoke, he raised his ax and killed the fierce man.
"Looking for death!" The vicious man's eyes were full of fierceness, he swung his machete, and slashed at the fat man's neck vigorously.
"Clang! Clang! Clang"
Immediately, the two fought together, and the men and women on the side stayed away.
In the corner, the gray-clothed man looked contemptuous, because he had long expected that Luo Jicong had no good intentions, and that the fat man and the fierce man would not end well.
Sure enough, the gray-clothed man's words came true, neither the fat man nor the fierce man kept their hands away, and they made fierce moves. After several blows, the fat man's ax "clicked" and cut under the left collarbone of the fierce man.
However, before the fat man could show his triumphant smile, the vicious man shouted, "Go to hell!"
"Pfft!"
The vicious man plunged the knife into the fat man's abdomen, and it penetrated six or seven centimeters in an instant.
The fat man was furious, kicked the vicious man away with a strong and heavy kick, and the vicious man drew the knife out along the way, bringing out a stream of blood.
In a short period of time, both the fat man and the fierce man were injured. Originally, if there was no rule that the loser is not allowed to eat for three days, the weaker of the two would have to surrender.
But there is such a rule, so the two of them will never stop dying!
After a while, the 160-jin body of the slightly fat man collapsed, dying, and the vicious man was not much better. He bowed his waist, punched the ground with a knife, and gasped for breath. Looking at his body, there were already three shocking spots. Wound.
"Wonderful." At this time, a lazy and unruly voice came, and it was Luo Jicong who was sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fighting.
After saying that, Luo Jicong kicked away the woman who was cleaning his shoes, walked unhurriedly, walked to the side of the fat man, and looked down at the fat man with a weak breath from a superior posture.
"Fatty, reincarnate in the next life, remember not to be greedy."
To be honest, Luo Jicong is really reluctant to part with the fat guy, after all he speaks nicely and always makes Luo Jicong feel elated.
"Dog! You killed me by stepping on your horse!" When he was about to die, the fat man had no scruples, glared at Luo Jicong, and growled.
Hearing the fat man's words, Luo Jicong's face instantly became gloomy, "Trash!"
"Oh!"
In the next second, Luo Jicong kicked heavily on the fat man's chest, "Pfft—" The fat man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then his neck tilted, deadly.
"Made, you dare to scold me for anything!" Luo Jicong spat on the fat man's body, stepped again, and came to the vicious man, "Haha, your boy is doing well, you are ruthless and fierce enough, The three loaves and the large bottle of water are yours."
"Thank you, Xie Cong, cough." The vicious man said his thanks with a pale and bitter face. To be honest, if he knew this would happen, even if he was given 30 yuan of bread and ten bottles of water, he would not have jumped out.
How can a few pieces of bread and a few bottles of broken water make up for the wounds on his body?
"Haha! Why are you being polite to me!" Luo Jicong laughed heartily. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. He reached out and patted the fierce man on the shoulder several times.
"puff--"
Already weak, the vicious man like withered grass also spurted out a big mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. It seemed that he was about to die.
"Ah, what's the matter with you!" Luo Jicong exclaimed, then shook his head and said regretfully, "Look at this trouble, do you still have the strength to eat my bread?"