Chapter 156 Convincing Others with Fists!

Even with a high fever of 39 degrees, he was still as agile as a leopard, roaring like a beast, and rushed out of the flames and hail of bullets!

"Oh! He really did!"

"No. 015 is going to eat shit!"

"An Asian, with a high fever, was abused for a day, it's unbelievable..."

Although No. 015 hasn't eaten shit yet, he already has an expression of eating shit, which is unbelievable.

Lu Beixiao quickly unfastened the helmet strap on his chin, took off the helmet, and sweated profusely.

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

Although it was embarrassing, but No. 015 didn't want to die, didn't want to be eliminated, and tried his best to get out of the devil's way!

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

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 make trouble!" No. 015 said viciously.

Lu Beixiao threw the helmet in his hand on the ground, took off the gun, and handed it to No. 032, who was doing well. He pointed at the dog pen with the corner of his mouth raised.

"I'm making trouble? Which grandson is the first to talk nonsense and want to eat shit?!" He asked in a deep voice.

No. 015 was in a hurry, rushed forward, grabbed Lu Beixiao's lapel, "I don't know how to eat shit!"

This yellow-haired dog, back and forth!

Lu Beixiao narrowed his eyes, his eyes bursting with cruelty.

"Then why are you apologizing to me!" Lu Beixiao said sharply.

"I don't apologize! You little yellow man! It's pure luck to survive a week!" No. 015 was still contemptuous from the bottom of his heart.

These words completely irritated Lu Beixiao, he stopped, and No. 015 was almost knocked down, and he was forced to loosen his lapel.

Lu Beixiao stood there, unbuttoned his collar with his fingers, pulled down the zipper, and took off his shirt, revealing the already soaked black vest and his muscular arms. He hooked his fingers at No. 015, "Don't eat!" Shit is fine, let me beat you up! You can backhand!"

The students who just wanted to go back to the dormitory to sleep, all came to watch at this moment, and even Instructor Will stopped in his tracks.

"Hey! No. 015, put this kid down, and you won't have to eat shit!"

The corner of No. 015's mouth raised contemptuously, "I can beat ten of these Asian boys!" He said proudly, and took off his coat as he spoke.

After a week of training, Lu Beixiao lost a full ten pounds. Compared to size 015, his figure is a bit thinner. He raised his fists, relaxed slightly, bent his knees slightly, put his weight on his toes, and was ready to fight.

"You fucking don't talk nonsense!" Lu Beixiao said, his eyes were fierce, and No. 015 had already rushed towards him!

No. 015's fist hit Lu Beixiao. He blocked his fist with his elbow, and attacked with his feet, forcing No. 015 back. Taking advantage of the victory, he threw his agile and powerful fist at No. 015. On the ground, Lu Beixiao immediately bent down and pressed 015's abdomen with his knee joints, and his fists rained down again.

015 was beaten up, yelling, swearing, and started to fight back. After a few rounds, both of them were injured.

"015! Hurry up! That kid is dying!"

Looking at the wobbly Lu Beixiao, 015 spat blood, and attacked him, but unexpectedly, Lu Beixiao, who was about to fall, also rushed over. He jumped up, and kicked 015 with a beautiful roundabout kick. , 015 slammed the big body against the wall, sprayed a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

"That kid is really ruthless!"

"You really have two talents! Do you really have Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Are you convinced? Are you so convinced?!" The dizzy Lu Beixiao rushed over, grabbed 015's yellow hair, and asked viciously. Sweat rolled down his resolute cheeks.

015 couldn't speak, this foot kicked his heart, and his heart felt as uncomfortable and dull as a fire.

Lu Beixiao still didn't let him go, grabbed his clothes, and dragged 015 towards the dog pen, "OH! NO!"

015 let out a scream, and Lu Beixiao's face had already been pressed onto a pile of shit!

"Yellow-haired dog, you. Grandpa has always convinced people with his fists! He has never lost a war!" Lu Beixiao spat and said viciously, "This shit, let me teach you a lesson, don't be such a dog! What happened to the people? What happened to the Chinese? Do you know Bruce Lee?! The US military "Green Beret" combat instructor is his disciple! The famous Navy SEAL combat instructor is the disciple of his disciple!"