I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 189 Run away
April 1990, 4, night, Hong Kong Island, Hung Hom, villa residential area.

[A miniature nuclear bomb was lost in the Caucasus, the Soviet Union strongly condemned it, and the international situation...]

In the brightly lit villa, a South Asian man with his head covered and dragging a full snakeskin bag stood in front of the TV in the living room, looking at the owners of the villa with eyes full of greed and malice.

"Wuwuwu" the tied-up family of four wailed softly, and the father with glasses watched with bloodshot eyes as his daughter was dragged out.

"Um?!"

The South Asian man suddenly turned around and pressed the girl in front of him. The glass shattered with a snap. The sudden rush of wind also knocked open the open kitchen window. However, the scattered fragments did not shoot into the girl's body, but fell to the ground silently.

A figure came in front of the family of four without even leaving any afterimage in their field of vision. The South Asians were much more cunning than they had imagined. The moment they heard the sound, they threw the girl away, jumped back twice with the snakeskin bag in their hands, and leaped out of the kitchen window with great agility.

The girl opened her mouth slightly and looked at the figure who was being dragged onto the ground. From bottom to top, he was wearing army green tight pants, a white vest and a black windbreaker. A cross pendant hung in front of his chest and swayed gently. His tall figure looked extremely majestic. The scars on his tough face from the neck to the jaw were vaguely visible. His expression was extremely indifferent, and his hair stood on end.

In the strong wind, the man's windbreaker swayed. He looked at the three people tied to the sofa and flicked his fingers. The sharp wind from his fingers accurately tore the ropes.

"Mr. Lin, thank you so much--" The middle-aged man took out the sex toy from his mouth and said gratefully. Before he could finish his words, the man had disappeared into the living room.

Outside the villa area, a South Asian man was carrying a snakeskin bag on his back and jumping high up on the roof like a flea, gliding in the air and landing lightly. It seemed funny, but in fact he was very fast. In just a few seconds, he had already moved away from the villa area and rushed into the commercial street with tall buildings. There was a playful expression on his face.

"The heir of Yuan is nothing but a young man, so how..." He was thinking complacently when he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind. His body shrank suddenly and became much shorter, changing from the size of an adult to that of a child about ten years old.

After the strong wind hit the wall above his head with a bang, making a small hole, he slapped the wall of a twelve-story commercial building with his short and thick palm, leaving a clearly visible palm print. His body suddenly flew out diagonally, grabbed the antenna that was sticking out illegally, and with a swing, he pounced on the building on the other side like Spider-Man.

"Bang!" The South Asian man who had just climbed onto the rooftop was kicked in the face. He didn't care about the blood spurting out of his nose. He was horrified. His body was in the air with nowhere to get support. He was dozens of meters high in the air. If he fell, he would be half-dead on the spot. He instinctively threw the snakeskin bag in his hand away, and the rope tied to the snakeskin bag untied itself as if it was alive, and flew out in the direction of the snakeskin bag and wrapped around -

A palm?!

Standing on the overpass, Lin Xi slowly pulled the rope in his hand, and the thin figure of the South Asian man swayed back and forth in the air.

"Bang!" The snakeskin bag fell into the garbage dump, making a dull sound in the middle of the night, attracting the attention of several night owls on the roadside. Then they discovered the funny scene in the sky.

Lin Xi kept pulling the rope upwards, and the South Asian man kept letting it go. When there was only a short piece left, he looked at the ground twenty or thirty meters away from him and the endless flow of cars with tears in his eyes. Then he looked at his opponent who was getting closer and closer. He gritted his teeth, let go and fell down.

"Ah!" Passersby who quietly caught a glimpse of this scene on the ground couldn't help but scream out in their own shoes.

In the strong wind brought by gravity, the South Asian man stretched out his hand and pulled off his turban, forming a parachute-like shape. The hair stuck to his face and scalp by sweat quickly dried and rose into the sky with a strong smell of curry.

"Swish~swish~" The headscarf could not withstand the gravity of a person, and it broke with two sounds of tearing cloth. However, he had tried his best to slow down his falling speed. He suddenly stretched out his arms, grabbed the roof of a passing truck, and hung on it with his body shaking with the sound of bones colliding.

"Boom!"

Lin Xi stepped heavily on the ceiling and tilted his head to look at the South Asian man who was desperately trying to get a ticket while escaping. The South Asian man looked very painful, and he climbed up the ceiling helplessly, spreading his hands and said, "I give up, you can arrest me now."

"Run away." Lin Xi sighed and spoke softly, which was almost inaudible to ordinary people in the strong wind. Facing the wind, the windbreaker tightly wrapped his sturdy body, which looked full of a bit of cold beauty. "Keep running, don't let me catch you."

thump~
The South Asian man's heart skipped a beat. He said with an unpleasant expression, "Do you really want to kill me? I am also a fighter. If you are willing, I can serve you loyally. You——"

"Bang!" He was kicked in the chest and flew high.

There was a subtle hint of murderous intent on Lin Xi's stern face, and he caught up with him in a flash.

In the cab, the driver, who was listening to rock music the whole time, did not notice that two fighters had stayed in the car.

"Peng!"

The South Asian man who had just landed was kicked again. The air from the sharp leather shoes seemed to be stirring in his internal organs. He let out a loud cry of pain and cursed.

However, he soon lost the ability to speak anymore.

"Bang!" Lin Xi kicked the South Asian man into the railing on the roadside with several consecutive kicks. The railing broke with a sound. His body was against the curb, lifting up dozens of floor tiles. The South Asian man who was firmly embedded in it had extremely weak breath.

"Dingling bell~"

Lin Xi walked to the side of the road. The insects and ants that had been hiding under the tiles for a long time fled in all directions. He picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"It's me, Hong Hu." Hong Hu's voice came, and he first asked, "Has the South Asian fighter been caught?"

"Don't beat someone to death again. We were warned last time when the Korean guy died. Don't do that this time..."

"He's dead." Lin Xi kicked up a stone, which sank into the South Asian man's forehead with a pop. He stood on the side of the road, looking at the night sky in the distance, and asked, "Anything else?"

"Okay." Hong Hu sighed, and said a little madly: "I have to write a lot of reports again, you guy..."

"Forget it. That guy is a scumbag anyway. It's a good thing that you can kill him. I can't kill him."

"I have some bad news for you."

"Speak." Lin Xi said briefly.

"Someone from Yingluo is here." Honghu said seriously, "Their business has been cut off by you for more than half a year, and they have lost a lot. This time they came to Hong Kong Island in the name of Thai fighting exchange, hoping to meet you..."

(End of this chapter)