Yang Yi is especially looking forward to lunch time every day, because lunch is the largest amount of food and can provide the largest calories.

Now Yang Yi can't change the bubble noodles, because he has no cigarettes, and he has no money to buy cigarettes, and he is embarrassed to ask Xiao Ran for money again, and would rather be hungry than ask for help from outside, as for Daniel Zhang, Yang Yi didn't mention a word to ask him for help.

Yang Yi felt that if he couldn't even solve the problem of eating, he would be a fart.

But Yang Yi really didn't think about robbing other people's things to eat, and from beginning to end, he didn't think about it at all.

However, after Daniel Zhang reminded him, the evil seeds in Yang Yi's body began to sprout.

Robbing a bunch of people who are either scum or scumbags have no sense of guilt at all, and they can practice with them, so why not do it.

So today, Yang Yi decided to test his strength.

When I went to the restaurant to eat, Yang Yi even walked according to his footwork, no way, excited, after a few months of hard training, I was finally able to fight today, I couldn't help but be excited.

Daniel Zhang didn't go with Yang Yi, because he knew that he was going to deliberately find trouble, so it was better to stay away, so as not to have lunch.

Yang Yi was eager to try it when he picked up the plate, and then he walked in front of the black man who was cooking.

Today's lunch has chicken, although it is just one piece, but there is meat.

Yang Yi was very emotional, the first time he ate was chicken, and then because of a piece of chicken, he blinded others in one eye, and finally killed the boxing king, and now, it is chicken again, but he has to replace him to rob others.

After eating, Yang Yi wanted to stand next to the team and start to collect it, but after thinking about it, he hurried to a table and ate it as quickly as possible, and then returned to the side of the team, and then raised the plate.

Holding the plate was like a beggar asking for food, which made Yang Yi feel extremely unhappy, but there was no way, he didn't have a younger brother to help him hold the plate and collect other people's food.

Half of the people hadn't eaten, Yang Yi stood next to the team, and after putting on a cold face, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Because everyone knows what it means to hold a plate and wait next to it.

Many people glared at Yang Yi angrily, Yang Yi wanted to stare back, and drank to make others put the food on his plate, but he thought well, but he was still embarrassed to open his mouth.

A short and stout black fat man also stood next to him with a plate, he glanced at Yang Yi strangely, and then frowned: "Hey, who are you collecting it for?" ”

"I don't collect food for anyone, I collect food myself, do you have any opinions?"

Yang Yi was waiting for a Mexican who usually looked fierce, the Mexican had scolded him for no reason, and he was busy going back to the cell for training, so he didn't pay attention to it as if it was a dog barking twice, but today, he was going to find trouble with that old Mo.

But at this moment, a white man with a small head walked up to Yang Yi and the black fat man.

The white man hesitated, he didn't know who to give his chicken.

Yang Yi couldn't help but glance at the black fat man, and then the black fat man said sharply: "Get out!" What to see! ”

This black fat man is not Yang Yi's goal, but since it is all here, there is no need to wait.

Yang Yi put the plate away, and then punched the black fat man in the nose.

The fat black man's head shook suddenly, then rolled his eyes, and immediately fell backwards.

In fact, Yang Yi was really handy, just a handy punch, but he didn't expect the black fat man to be so unbeaten, you must know that he was really a punch, not a trick in Mianzhang's fist.

So he punched the black fat man to the ground, which made Yang Yi a little stunned.

"I see, here you go."

The white man was about to give his chicken to Yang Yi without saying a word.

As for Yang Yi, the more vicious he is, the more he wants to provoke it, like the things on the plate of that skinny little white man, he doesn't want it yet.

"Whoever wants your stuff, go away and eat it yourself!"

Yang Yi said angrily, and then he saw a group of black people rushing towards him.

At least a dozen people.

Yang Yi was nervous and excited, he put the plate down, and then immediately caught up with the fastest black man.

The black man punched Yang Yi with a punch.

Actual combat is not the same as passing tricks.

At this time, Yang Yina didn't have time to think of any tricks, he lowered his body, drilled down and reached the black man's body, and then punched the black man in the stomach.

The first black man fell to the ground without snorting, and then Yang Yi retreated violently because the second black man called.

With both hands waving out suddenly, Yang Yi wanted to grab the arm of the black man in front of him, but he put on his arm but didn't grasp it steadily, so Yang Yi hurriedly turned his head sideways to avoid a punch to his face, but his ear was still rubbed, and it hurt.

Yang Yi's left arm was on top and his right arm was down, and without thinking, his right fist immediately hit the black man's armpit from the bottom up, and then his left arm led the black man's arm and pulled it down suddenly.

With a click, the black man immediately screamed miserably.

Yang Yi flashed to the left, and he used a move that didn't work just now, but this time he succeeded, because the black fist that hit him was stretched out but not retracted, so he grabbed it.

The two hands suddenly pulled and turned, and after another horn sounded, the black man also screamed miserably.

The initial panic period has passed, but Yang Yi still can't see how many people there are in front of him at this time, he thinks very well, just come and fight one by one, and just see the move.

But after waiting to be surrounded by a group of people, Yang Yi found that the situation was not what he imagined.

It's too chaotic to see clearly, so I don't have time to think of any moves.

Even a short, and then slammed into the sky cannon in front of him, a black man's teeth and blood sprayed wildly, Yang Yi turned around, his hands were wrong, and he snapped twice, and his two hands hit a black man's neck one after another.

Xingyi boxing is to go and fight, to fight and go, the short fight of Mianzhang fist is to find and find the fatal point, and the grappling is to move the joints, either to divide the tendons or to the wrong bones, at this time Yang Yi can't care about thinking about what to use, it is simply how to be convenient and how to come.

He couldn't be beaten in the crowd, so after putting down all the people in front of him, Yang Yi jumped out of the crowd with a leap, and then stabbed him in the stomach alone, and when Yang Yi suddenly retreated to avoid the blow, he found that the black man in front of him was holding a knife in his hand, and he stabbed him viciously.