Mr. Xiao’s Unconditional Love

Even with a fever of 39 degrees, his skills are still as agile as a leopard, his mouth roars like a beast, and he rushes out of the fire and the rain of bullets!

"OH! He really did it!"

"No. 015 is going to eat shit!"

"Asian people have a high fever and been abused for a day, it's incredible..."

Although No. 015 hasn't eaten **** yet, she already has an expression of eating shit, which is incredible.

Lu Beixiao quickly untied the helmet **** his chin with his fingers, took off the helmet, and sweated out.

"Yellow-haired dog, you'd better come out alive and eat shit!" Lu Beixiao said contemptuously while squinting at No. 015, walked aside and lay on the ground to rest.

Although it is very embarrassing, but No. 015 still does not want to die or be eliminated, and tried his best to break through the road of the devil!

After this round of training, five people have been eliminated. After seven days of training, 86 students have been eliminated from 10!

Today's training is finally over.

When the students returned to the door of the dormitory, Lu Beixiao stepped forward and stood in front of No. 015.

"No. 010, don't worry about it!" No. 015 said viciously.

Lu Beixiao threw the helmet in his hand to the ground, took the gun, and gave it to No. 032, which he was doing well for safekeeping. The corner of his mouth was raised and pointed at the dog pen.

"I'm picking something? Which grandson will eat **** first?!" He asked in a deep voice.

No. 015 was anxious, rushed forward and grabbed Lu Beixiao's clothes, "I don't know how to eat shit!"

This yellow-haired dog is turning back!

Lu Beixiao squinted his eyes, his eyes burst into ruthlessness.

"Then you apologize to Lao Tzu!" Lu Beixiao said sharply.

"I don't apologize! You little yellow guy! It's pure luck to survive a week!" No. 015 is still a deep contempt.

These words completely angered Lu Beixiao, and he was far away from him. No. 015 was almost knocked down and was forced to loosen his shirt.

Lu Beixiao stood there, his fingers unbuttoned the neckline, pulled down the zipper, and took off his shirt, revealing the already soaked black vest and his muscular arm. He hooked his fingers at No. 015, "Don’t eat. .Shit is ok, let me have a fight! You can backhand!"

The students who just wanted to go back to the dormitory to sleep, all came to watch, and even Instructor Will stopped.

"Hey! No. 015, throw this kid down, you don't have to eat shit!"

The corner of No. 015's mouth raised contemptuously, "I can beat ten of you with such an Asian boy!" He said proudly, and took off his jacket.

After training for a week, Lu Beixiao lost a full ten pounds. Compared with No. 015, his figure was thinner. He raised his fists, relaxed slightly, bent his knees slightly, and placed his weight on his toes, ready to fight.

"Fuck you, stop talking!" Lu Beixiao said, his eyes were harsh, and No. 015 had already rushed towards him!

No. 015's fist smashed towards Lu Beixiao. He blocked his fist with his elbow joint, and attacked under his feet. He pushed No. 015 back and won. With a quick and powerful fist, he smashed towards No. 015. 015 held his head and backed back again and again. On the ground, Lu Beixiao immediately leaned down and pressed 015's abdomen with his knee joints, his fists raining again.

015 was beaten up and screamed, exploded with foul language, and started to fight back. After a few rounds, both of them were injured.

"015! Hurry up! That kid is going to die!"

Looking at Lu Beixiao who was swaying, 015 spat out blood and attacked him, but didn't want to. Lu Beixiao, who was about to fall, also rushed over. He jumped up and gave a beautiful round kick, kicking towards 015. , 015 that big body hit the wall, sprayed blood, and fell to the ground.

"That kid is really ruthless!"

"There are really two things! Really have Chinese Kungfu?"

"Don't accept it? How can you refuse to accept it?!" Lu Beixiao, who was dizzy, rushed forward, grabbed 015's yellow hair, and asked fiercely. The sweat rolled from his fortitude cheek.

015 was speechless, this kick hit his heart, and his heart was now burning as uncomfortable and dull.

Lu Beixiao still didn't let go of his intentions, pulled his clothes, and dragged 015 toward the dog pen, "OH! NO!"

015 screamed, and Lu Beixiao's face was pressed alive on a piece of shit!

"Yellow dog, you. Grandpa has always used his fists to convince people! I have never lost a war!" Lu Beixiao spat and said viciously, "This shit, I should teach you a lesson, don't look down on others! Asia! What's wrong with people? What's wrong with Chinese people? Do you know Bruce Lee?! The American "Green Beret" fighting instructor is his disciple! The famous SEAL combat instructor is his disciple!"