Far away in Moscow

Chapter 237 Three Attacks on Andre

Yabalov had already seen his routine just now, he took a few sips from his glass before realizing that the speed was far behind, so he hurriedly followed his example and lifted the glass and poured it into his mouth.

However, he has never practiced this kind of skill, and it is even more difficult to accurately control the strength of his hands when he is in a hurry. Some.

Not long after falling down, Yabalov was choked, bent down and coughed.At the same time, the fat Andre squatted the cup on the table again: "It's over!"

"Fatty Andre won another game!" The crowd shouted for Round Face: "Two to zero lead! Fatty two, Moscow zero!"

"You're useless, and you're wasting beer." The fat man wiped his mouth, stretched out his bear's paw, stroked his chest, and grinned at the tall man: "It's your turn."

"Don't worry, I'll be right there." The tall Bacha stepped forward and patted Yabalov on the back: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay! Cough cough!" Yabalov pulled his arm up and turned to look at Hu Yi with shame on his face: "I'm sorry, I failed."

"It's okay, isn't it worse for me?" Hu Yi hadn't finished half of the glass of beer in his hand. He put down the glass and walked up to the tall man's shoulder and said in a low voice: "He has already drank two glasses in a row, and the speed of the second glass is obvious. Slower than before, the third cup will definitely not be too fast. You should drink in the normal way and you should be able to beat him!

"Normal way?" The tall one hesitated a little: "The gap seems too big, right?"

"Be confident, don't worry!" Hu Yi frowned and said with a smile: "As long as you pay attention to controlling your breathing and rhythm, you will definitely not be slower than him!"

"Breathing... and rhythm?"

"Yes! You are the fastest horse among the three of us! Now the fat man is the slowest horse on the other side, you will definitely win!"

"Horse? What horse?"

Hu Yi didn't have time to explain in detail, so he slapped him hard on the back with a big laugh, and turned back to the pool.

The tall Bacha sat down and picked up the cup inexplicably, and adjusted his breathing a few times: "Let's start!"

Fatty's third cup was indeed slower, but his game experience is very rich, and the rhythm of each cup is different, but he is very stable.The tall one adopted Hu Yi's suggestion, and swallowed down his mouth steadily.

The progress of the first half of the two cups was very close, but unfortunately the fat man was slightly better after all. When he swallowed the last sip, there was about one-tenth of the tall cup left.

"I won! We all won!" The fat man put the cup on the table, stroked his swollen belly and raised his arms and shouted: "Three Muscovites, none of them are useful!"

"Three to zero! Fatty three! Moscow zero! Big duck!" The audience clamored loudly and raised their cups to celebrate.

"I declare that the entire challenger army is wiped out, and the challenge is a failure!" The round face walked up to Fatty with a serious face: "Fatty! How are you going to deal with these prisoners?"

"Let me think about it..." Fatty shook his head and got up and walked towards Hu Yi.

"What are you going to do?" Yabalov stood in front of Hu Yi subconsciously: "It is not allowed to do excessive things."

"How could it be? Don't worry, it's just a small punishment for the loser." The fat Andrei grinned, and suddenly stretched out his left hand, hugging Yabalov by the waist and clamping it under his armpit.

"Hey! What are you..." Hu Yi exclaimed, before he recovered, he was suddenly caught by the fat man's right arm again.

"What are you going to do?" The two were shocked and wanted to break free, but they were tightly locked by two giant pincer-like arms, unable to move at all.

The tall Bacha had just downed a large glass of beer in one gulp, and now he was sitting at the table resting, and he didn't have time to step forward to stop him.The fat man stepped into the fountain one step at a time, bent slightly, and threw Hu Yi and Yabalov under his armpit into the pool with a "plop" and "plop", and they were soaked into two soaked chickens.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" The two hurriedly sat up, wiping their faces while spitting out the water in their mouths.

The spectators around laughed loudly, as if they had seen the happiest thing tonight, and after laughing, they all pointed to the tall man at the table: "There is one more, it's time to throw him!"

"I can't escape him!" The fat man walked out of the pool with a smile, and reached out to catch the tall one.

"Wait!" The taller one jumped away, avoiding the fat man's capture.

"What are you doing?" The fat man was slightly stunned: "If you lose, you will be punished! Don't run!"

"Don't run! Accept the punishment!" The audience also shouted, all filled with righteous indignation.

"I don't run, and I can't run away." The tall man stood still and raised his hands: "But I didn't accept the loss just now! I want to challenge again! If I lose again this time, I will accept the punishment!"

"This is against the rules, you have already challenged it." The fat man spread his hands, turned around and asked loudly: "And I have already drank three cups, and now he is going to challenge me for the fourth cup. You all say that this is fair." ?"

"Not fair! Not fair at all!"

"Cunning Moscow! Go to hell!"

The tall man looked at his situation, shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "Okay, then I won't drink. I'll challenge other projects, is it okay?"

"Other events?" The fat man crossed his hips indifferently: "Many events during the day have come to an end, and now the only challenges you can challenge are arm wrestling and wrestling. Which one do you choose?"

"Let's wrestle the wrists!" The tall one rolled up his sleeves and looked at the fat man provocatively: "Do you dare?"

Some people around laughed a few times, and the fat man tilted his head with great interest: "Okay, I accept the challenge."

This tall man is the big black-haired Bacha who was rushing to take the job when Hu Yi first met Yabalov in the parking lot on New Year's Eve. He is the little leader of the Bachas in that area, and he is the tallest and strongest among them all. In terms of strength, he is no less than the strong Tatar man who passed out drunk at the corner of the square just now, but his body is stronger.

As a small boss, the tall man is also a person who loves face very much, and he is very reluctant to suffer this kind of humiliating punishment in front of other Bacha.And his strong physique gave him enough confidence to challenge the fat man to arm wrestling, and the people in the town did not dare to underestimate his physique.

Hu Yi and Yabalov had already stepped out of the fountain at this moment, standing shivering in the midnight after the deep autumn rain.Bacha the Long Face and a few others helped them remove their soaked coats, shoes and socks, while the enthusiastic person next to them brought some blankets and put them on them.

Hu Yi's lips turned purple from the cold, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't speak a single word.Wrapped tightly in the blanket, Yabalov shouted to the tall man tremblingly, "He...he is very strong, strong, can you...can you...can you do it?"

"Try it, anyway, you can't be thrown into the water by him in public anyway." The tall man stretched his arms and did a few preparations, took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, revealing his bulging tendons, and put his big thick elbows hard Put it on the table, and waved to the fat Andre: "Come here! Fatty!"

(End of this chapter)