Chen Huayao rolled his right sleeve on his shoulder, and a sigh and envy came from around him. He saw an extremely exquisite and indescribable tattoo on his right arm from his shoulder to his elbow.

The bartender's eyes suddenly became bigger.

The bartender graduated from the Xiangjing Lianhuacheng Arts and Crafts Vocational College. He was secretly hiding an artistic cell that was not worthy of being outside the human world. He used to linger in the Municipal Art Museum to copy and copy. He learned Chinese and Western figure painting techniques including Tang Yin and Michelangelo. He could tell that the tattoo was so beautiful that it was dazzling.

It is a costume figure that combines the styles of ancient and modern Chinese and Western styles. The tattooed characters are dressed in bright clothes and angry armor, with clear faces and long beards under the chin. They are powerful without anger. They are lifelike and contain a vast atmosphere.

Every piece of armor, every wrinkle of clothes, and every texture are handled wonderfully. Just judging from the complexity of the lines, at least he can't get more than ten thousand needles, which he can bear!

I'm afraid I can't find a tattoo master with such superb skills, rich expression and unique style.

"What kind of character is this?" The bartender murmured in his heart. When he saw the twelve running scripts like Wang Xizhi below the character, he suddenly realized: "It turned out to be Yue Wumu!"

It was thorned on it: "The shame of Jingkang has not yet been cured; when will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed?" The strokes are long and short, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and a tragic momentum really surged into the sky.

Bald Feng couldn't help but praise: "A good tattoo, was it a tattoo in the Lianhua City Tattoo Hall? The area of ​​20 to 20 centimeters is 4,000 oceans." Suddenly, I remembered that there was a ridiculous word "天" on my neck, and I hurriedly pulled my collar up.

The bartender shook his head and said, "It's a far cry. The best masters in the Lotus City Tattoo Hall are not of this level." He also thought, "This boss has Yue Fei's right hand and has a corresponding character on his left arm. This is how it is in line with the view of the harmony of yin and yang in my country and echoing each other. In the minds of Chinese history and the world, there are few people who can match Yue Wumu's status. Could it be Guan Erye?"

The southern world has always had a tradition of worshiping Guan Gong. I asked Guan Gong for protection, and I talked about the word "Yi" and some restaurants also worship Guan Gong as the God of Wealth. But no one will stung Guan Gong's image, because that is a big deal that is extremely taboo. Do you think you are Guan Er Master, and want me to worship you?

Ten years ago, a crazy boss in Yuncha District had someone tattooed Guan Gong's statue on his chest. In less than three days, he was killed by someone at the intersection of the downtown city, and his chest was chopped into blood.

Thinking about it, I felt it was impossible, but I continued to guess: "Is it Wu Song? I can't match it. Forget it, I don't want it anymore."

Wu Song is the number one gold medal thug in Water Margin and the specific origin of the term "Double Flower Red Stick". But he is a novel character, which is far from Yue Fei, the most tragic national hero in thousands of years.

With the interim referee bartender whistled, the arm wrestling competition officially began.

Juyitang relied on its number of people to organize a cheerleader. A group of rogue little gangsters actually surrounded the left and right, shouting in unison, and there were people in front of them shouting one, two, one.

This game is of great importance, and it is related to the ownership of RMB 400,000 and the face of the gang. How can you not take it seriously?

George initially disdained him twelve points, and thought his opponent was not Bruce Lee. From a physics and physiological perspective, the amount of mass produces the energy.

The little guy on the opposite side was only 140 or 50 kilograms, which was comparable to his own weight of 220 kilograms? Have you ever seen a lightweight boxer challenging Tyson and being punched out of the ring with one punch?

As long as you suddenly exert force, you can break the bones of his wrist joints alive!

Both sides held their palms tightly, and George followed the wonderful idea and pressed his wrists suddenly. The "crack" fracture sound in his dream did not sound at all!

Chen Huayao's arm was still at a 90-degree angle with the tabletop, and it didn't move at all! This man dared to bet on a single bet of 400,000, and he was indeed a bit capable.

"Ao!" George shouted louder than Zhang Fei's Dangyang Bridge. The blue veins from the back of his hands to his shoulders exploded. Not to mention human hands, two millimeter-thick steel pipes can be bent.

With a breath, George's power surged out wave after wave of cheers from the gangsters. He grabbed the corner of the table with his left hand tightly to maintain his body balance, and gradually lowered Chen Huayao's wrist.

The cheers suddenly became louder, and Bald Peak was nervous and happy, shouting: "George, beat him, I'll add you an extra 25 bonus!"

Chen Huayao smiled and said, "If you lose to me, I will reward you with 2,500 yuan, ten times more than him." George could understand Chinese, but was stunned when he heard this. Chen Huayao took the opportunity to use his strength and turned his wrist back to his original position.

Bald heads jumped and cursed: "Don't dig my corner, referee, referee! He deliberately won people's hearts and violated the rules, and he lost!"

The bartender said: "The words don't count. The game continues to work."

The bald Feng scolded again: "You white-skinned guy, I worked hard to support you to eat, drink and have fun. Are you betraying me for 2,500 yuan? Do you work hard?" He didn't think about it. The bet was as high as 400,000 yuan, and it was heartbreaking to give the 500 yuan from his subordinates who had the greatest strength.

The game was in a stalemate, and George's sweat dripped on the table one by one. The opponent in front of him was like a wall of sighs. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake him. What made George even more terrifying was that his opponent was still smoking leisurely and spitting out a smoke ring from time to time. He thought he was Batman?

The two of them used their strength at the same time. According to George's strength of seven or eight hundred kilograms, the other party also had to have seven or eight hundred kilograms of strength to achieve balance. The combined force of nearly one ton was converted through his elbows and pressed on the table, and the thick oak table made a squeaking sound.

Chen Huayao has a different physique since childhood than ordinary people, and his whole body is almost covered with muscles and does not have any excess fat.

Calculated under the same volume, one cubic centimeter of muscle is more than three times heavier than one cubic centimeter of fat. Therefore, Chen Huayao's trunk, whose trunk looks medium and thin, weighs an astonishing 99 kilograms, almost 200 kilograms!

In order to maintain a much stronger body energy consumption than ordinary people, his appetite is three to five times that of others.

The power of the human body comes from muscles, whether it is teeth or heart, and his muscles are layered with explosive power that is so great that others can't imagine. If he had been born twenty years ago, it would probably be that Tyson would not have happened to Holyfield in the international boxing world.

With less fat, Chen Huayao also has a weakness, which is afraid of cold and lacks ability to keep warm. Xiang Jing, who rarely snows in the hot winter, is a place where he is like a fish in water.

The bald Feng still kept scolding, "Chen Huayao, you took stimulant, how could you resist? How long has it been since you vented on a woman's belly and held up your stupidity?"

"Hehe, you have been in prison for many years and have undergone enlargement surgery?" Chen Huayao bit the cigarette butt and refused to be at a disadvantage.

While he spoke and his breath was relieved, George used his strength to press him below thirty degrees.

The horsemen suddenly screamed louder than the sky, and everyone cheered and excitedly, as if victory was approaching. Two male horsemen who looked similar to bitter melon rushed to the table, looked at each other with affection for a moment, kissed passionately on the spot, and groped with each other after kissing, shouted: "Brother Hua, I love you, come and fuck me."

For a moment, there were endless cheers.

Chen Huayao's stomach was surging and he almost vomited. Until he stopped, George pressed him down to only fifteen degrees, and his hand was only two or three centimeters away from the table.

Basically, if your elbow is tilted to that angle, it is difficult to exert its due strength. George has a strong advantage from top to bottom.

"Damn it, haha! Chen Huayao, if you lose, I will let them comfort your injured heart." Bald Feng raised his hands and shouted: "Everyone will have a prize tonight, and you will never fail. Everyone present will arrange a horse!"

"Brother Hua, come on, I'll wait for you. What do they want..." The two bitter melon men simply took off their pants under Chen Huayao's noses, shook their white butts at him, and made various unsightly poses.

Chen Huayao's scalp was numb, his hair was standing upside down, and his right hand muscles suddenly looked like moving mice, twisting and shaking, swelling, three points thicker than before. Yue Wumu, who had thousands of men in his arms, was about to break out, and the momentum of millions of Jin soldiers was about to emerge.

In George's incredible gaze, Chen Huayao shouted loudly, like thunder, first with a "click" sound of fracture, and then with a "click" sound of the back of his hand hitting the tabletop. He instantly turned the door, breaking George's joints and pressing them down in one fell swoop.

Immediately afterwards, the tenons at the joints of the oak table could not withstand the huge force, and broke one after another, collapsed with a bang, responding to George's scream.

The bartender reached out to Chen Huayao's side, and the whistle sounded: "Zuo Fangsheng!" Bald Peak's smile was still on his face.

Chen Huayao didn't even say anything, picked up the broken table legs and watched the two bitter melon men suck them away hard.

Large pieces of minced meat splattered, bringing out a gorgeous blood mist.

The horsemen seemed to be roosters pinching their throats, and all the sounds were broken from the middle. The noisy cheers disappeared without a trace, leaving only two bitter melon men rolling shrillly on the floor, no one dared to help them.

"Bald, face your failure calmly." Chen Huayao pointed at Bald Head Peak, "Lai Xin must accept all the conditions, and I have another attached condition."

The bald man was also a hero who refused to pay the debt. He sat down dejectedly and said, "Okay, I lost, you say."

Chen Huayao's tone was irresistible: "I want you to deal with these two evil beasts well. Give them three choices. First, tie the iron chain behind my car and drag it thirty kilometers at a speed of 70 yards. If you can't hold it down, you will die. Second, you will tattoo the characters on your chest, one will stab the scum and the other will stab the garbage. Third, get out of Xiangjing and you will not be allowed to come back within ten years. Choose one of the three, and you can consider it yourself. I will see the results tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

The bald man kicked the bitter gourd man in the face, only kicking the evil beast with blood, cursing: "Get out, the scum of society! Smear us Juyitang."

Lei Xin smiled and reminded: "Brother Feng, remember, the car, mastermind, accomplice, 200,000, I will see it tomorrow afternoon."

Bald headshot said angrily: "I am willing to accept the loss of the bet, Juyitang will give you an explanation."

Walking out of the bar with Resin, the bartender hesitated and chased after him, shouting: "Brother, please stay."

"What's wrong with you?"

The bartender thought about the words and hesitated: "Well, that... I am a tattoo lover. When I saw your tattoo, I left an indelible impression in my mind. I just had a question. According to Taoist theory, the principle of the intersection of yin and yang and the combination of righteousness and wonder, there should be a person corresponding to Grandpa Yue on your left arm, right?"
Chapter completed!