Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia Joseph jumped over and pushed his head against one of them .
Bang!
Caught completely unaware, the guy fell down and fainted .
"Wow!"
Is this the time for admiration? You guys are too optimistic!
"Hey, Joseph . . . "
Joseph’s eyes were shining . He was not influenced by the others . All he could see was the other guy, who was wearing an iron gauze .
"Oh, f*ck!"
I, Warrior William of 132nd Street, will never yield to anyone! He attacked Joseph again .
The best defense was offense, so Joseph jumped aside .
Qin Guan was picking his glasses up from the floor, when he looked up and saw another fist in front him .
He pushed one of his fists down and performed an elegant backward somersault by using the recoiling force . He landed on the table behind him .
It was a perfect landing . William had just retreated with his arm outstretched .
Ignorant American guys, huh?
"Qin Guan, I love you! Do it again!" Batiste shouted loudly .
More and more people saw the fight in the dark . It was even more splendid than the band on the stage .
It included all the favorite elements of American guys: violence, astonishing results, fairy boys from Asia and mysterious Chinese martial arts .
Taking advantage of this, Joseph hit the man on the jaw . The attack was on point .
Blood escaped the man's nose . Looking at his white T-shirt, Joseph jumped back without hesitation .
So did Qin Guan, who had stopped posing on the table . Thanks to Joseph’s move, he hadn’t attracted more attention .
As a tall man, Joseph is a bit too vigorous . Judging by his figure, he should have been a tough fighter . He seems to be good at dodging hits though .
Qin Guan didn't think about it anymore . More and more people gathered around them, curious about the unusual fight .
"It's late . We better go," Qin Guan suggested .
"Fine, let’s go," said Joseph .
He had won the battle, so he didn't want to stay anymore .
The waiter cleared their cups away . Just before Joseph left, the man lying on the floor rubbed his blood on Joseph’s pants .
Is that your way of fighting back?
William had noticed that Joseph was a squeamish guy, because he had cared about his white shirt .
"F*ck dich!" Joseph cried . "What shall I do now, you motherf*cker?"
Qin Guan stopped him before he could stomp on William's face . "If you step on his face, you’ll get more blood on your shoes!"
Qin Guan is right . I’d better stay away from the bastard .
"Go! Go!"
Pushing Joseph, they ran as fast as their feet could carry them . The crowd made a path for them .
The strong man must have hit his head pretty hard . He was the one who had provoked the others first after all .
In fact, Joseph was an ordinary man during peaceful times . He liked to provoke others and start fights when he drank though . His friends knew him well .
When they left the noisy underground club, some hot-blooded youngsters decided that they should learn something from the young martial artist .
They rushed to the exit, but saw nobody there .
They all got in the car . Anyone who wasn’t drunk had to drive . Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei's driving licenses would be valid in the US in half a year . They had to take the examination again during that time .
The two cars drove off, leaving smoke behind them .
The moon looked the same as it did in China . Its dim light was like water .
The smell of armored concrete in a metropolitan area was exactly the same . After a busy day, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei had a good night’s sleep on a soft bed .
It was wonderful to experience life in a foreign country . These would be their best memories when they were old .
New York, New York .
Note : Please download the sponsor's game to support us!
No Comments Yet
Post a new comment
Register or Login