I have a promise with the beauty

This is the second time Yang Qingshan rides a motorcycle. The last time he was on the beach, he played with the sheep with his glasses. Yang Qingshan gave up because of motion sickness. But now Yang Qingshan had to ride a motorcycle. He was worried about something happening on the beach.

Get back to the beach as quickly as possible.

"Damn it, your phone was taken away by Lu Yao." Yang Qingshan was holding the car with one hand, touching his pocket with the other hand, and wanted to curse with a grimace.

"Forget it, speed up." Yang Qingshan increased the accelerator, and the motorcycle flew out like a rocket, but immediately after, Yang Qingshan began to get motion sickness.

"Fight."

Yang Qingshan gritted his teeth, stared straight ahead, and concentrated on forgetting that he was riding a bicycle. But Yang Qingshan didn't know that with such concentration, the energy in his body would naturally start to circulate, and his mind would clear up.

"I don't feel faint anymore. Love luck can also cure motion sickness." Yang Qingshan couldn't laugh or cry. He had been practicing Qigong for four years. Why had he never done this before and was bullied by Lu Yao at every turn?

When Yang Qingshan was proud, the speed of the motorcycle became faster, as if chasing the wind.

Director Zhao was very depressed. He parked his rented car on the road and was thinking about how to explain to Deputy Captain Li that he had been following Yang Qingshan for several days. Today he saw Lu Yao taking Yang Qingshan for a ride again. As a result, because

I was too careful and was discovered by Lu Yao, so I lost him.

"What's the matter? I acted improperly as a good director, but now I'm a squatter. I might as well be a policeman. This is justifiable."

Director Zhao comforted himself by thinking, opened the car door, and wanted to get out of the car to smoke a cigarette and enjoy the sea breeze. However, an extremely fast motorcycle passed by him in an instant, and the cigarette in his hand was gone.

"Do you have a sense of public morality?" Director Zhao finally found the target of his venting. He jumped on his feet and cursed at the motorcycle going away: "I didn't see anyone! Do you know what safe driving is? Have you ever passed the driver's license test?"

Director Zhao was scolding vigorously when the motorcycle stopped and started to reverse. Director Zhao was silent.

"Brother Yang, you're going for a ride at night." Director Zhao said with an apologetic smile, sweating profusely.

"Are you following me?" Yang Qingshan glanced at Director Zhao and asked.

"Yes, no." Director Zhao said in panic.

"Did you tell the truth about the old man's critical illness?"

"It wasn't me, it was Xiao Liu, Vice Captain Li's confidant who said it."

"Thank you." Yang Qingshan smiled with satisfaction: "Brother, I still have something to do. I'll see you in two days."

"Yes, I'll treat you to dinner another day." Director Zhao said a few polite words, watched Yang Qingshan walk away, then sat down on the ground, tears about to fall.

Yang Qingshan had no time to teach Director Zhao a lesson and rode back to the small dock beach.

At this time, there was a fight going on at the small dock beach. Dinosaur and his men were arrogantly trying to occupy the beach. Xiaoliu immediately rushed forward with a dozen of his men after receiving the news.

All the shops were closed and the police were called. Only Lao Wangtou's seafood shop was still open. He was sitting in front of the shop with a kitchen knife beside him, so that the gangsters did not dare to take a step forward.

Yang Qingshan got out of the car and lit a cigarette, watching the confrontation on the beach after the melee. Xiaoliu and a dozen of his men were surrounded by a group of dinosaurs.

Rumble…

A storm hit without warning, and huge raindrops fell, hitting the black sea surface and the gray-yellow beach.

Yang Qingshan raised his eyes and glanced at the cliff not far from the beach. There was also a little red light there. A man was smoking leisurely on it. The rain quickly extinguished the red light.

On the cliff, Yang Qingshan held a baseball bat in his hand and looked warily at a bald man on the cliff.

The bald man looked at the black sea, stretched out his hand and patted his bald head, making a snapping sound.

"Someone is offering you 50,000 yuan to kill you. If you give me 50,000 yuan, I will let you go. I will add another 50,000 yuan to help you avenge you." The bald man said in a buzzing voice without looking back.

"Are there any killers like this? They have no professional ethics and are just showing off."

Yang Qingshan muttered in his heart, holding the baseball bat tightly in his hand, and carefully watched the bald head turn around.

The bald head stared at Yang Qingshan with a pair of fierce eyes, and his master's temperament instantly shocked Yang Qingshan.

"Boy, have you decided?" The bald man said with a crooked smile.

"Decide what?"

"Money, it's hard to make money these days. As long as you are willing to give me money, I will help you kill people. How about it? Fifty thousand or one hundred thousand."

"Forget it, the old man at home is critically ill and a brother is still in the hospital. This all costs money. Does this eldest brother have money? Borrow some." Yang Qingshan shook his head and said, his eyes searching for weaknesses in the bald head.

"Don't mention money, it hurts your feelings." The bald man said with a smile: "Since you are in trouble, kid, I have no choice but to kill you. Don't blame me for being ruthless. I am a killer."

As soon as the big bald man finished speaking, he rushed towards Yang Qingshan and kicked Yang Qingshan's hand holding the baseball bat. When Yang Qingshan climbed up the cliff, he saw that Yang Qingshan had practiced kung fu, so he had to kick him first.

Drop the baseball bat from Yang Qingshan's hand. This will be safe and prevent the boat from capsizing in the gutter.

Yang Qingshan took a step back, quickly raised his hand, and narrowly avoided the big bald head's feet. However, the big bald head smiled and approached Yang Qingshan's body. But Yang Qingshan happened to have the door wide open, and the big bald head sneered.

Just hit him with one punch.

"Go to hell!"

Yang Qingshan finally knows what a master is. That kind of combat experience is not something that a little gangster like him can compare to. In the flash of lightning just now, Yang Qingshan has lost his advantage. It seems that his hand has avoided the big bald guy.

His feet were exposed, but his chest was actually exposed, giving the bald man a chance to get closer to him.

Looking at the fist as big as a casserole, Yang Qingshan gritted his teeth and forcibly retracted his outstretched arm, just in time to place a baseball bat in front of the bald man's fist. He only heard a snap, and the baseball bat broke in response, sending sawdust everywhere.

, the bald man's fist and the broken baseball bat hit Yang Qingshan's chest together, making a muffled sound, and Yang Qingshan flew backwards.

"It's done." The bald man clapped his hands proudly, and was about to leave the cliff in a cool manner, but he suddenly stopped and stared at Yang Qingshan lying on the ground.

"Not dead yet? The power of this punch is quite big." The big bald man sneered: "Boy, you are quite able to resist. No wonder the sick man who doesn't eat fish came to see me."

Yang Qingshan stood up with a grin on his face. As the rain hit his body, Yang Qingshan's whole body was trembling. He patted the sawdust on his chest and looked at the other party with a smile. He secretly wondered whether it was because he was soaking in medicinal soup every day to practice Qi these days.

His strength has greatly increased, otherwise the punch just now would have reached the sky.

"Boy, don't tremble. You haven't seen how powerful I am yet." The bald man said forcefully, taking a deep breath. Although there was no visible change in his fists, they immediately changed in Yang Qingshan's eyes.

It's different.

"Qigong? This bald man wants to use qigong?" Yang Qingshan was so happy that he curled his mouth and the qi in his body circulated rapidly.

Rumble…

There was another burst of thunder, and the bald man was so busy looking cool that he didn't notice a blue light flowing through Yang Qingshan's body.

Yang Qingshan took action before the bald man could. With a loud roar of thunder, a pair of palms struck the bald man.

"Haha..." The big bald man laughed loudly, moved his arms, and hit the palms of Yang Qingshan's hands with a pair of fists. The fists contained qi and hit Yang Qingshan's palms.

"Master, let me show you what it means to be a master."

Yang Qingshan sneered, and grasped the opponent's fist with his palms. He ignored the opponent's anger and channeled his own energy. The blue light crawled along the palms of his hands and reached the bald man's arms.

"Ah!" The big bald man screamed, and the meridians in his arms were shattered by Yang Qingshan's energy. In disbelief, Yang Qingshan threw him off the cliff and fell into the sea water below.

ps: rolling all over the floor, asking for collection, asking for flowers