Tales of Forgotten Pacts Chapter 10

Who knew that Mason Ye wouldn't be so easy to push this time. Before his hand touched the corner of Mason Ye's clothes, Mason Ye waved his hand gently, like a willow through flowers, and instantly waved his hand aside.

The broom head was startled, and felt that his hand had been pushed away. He suddenly became angry and punched him: "You brat, please be wiser! Don't toast me and you will be punished with a drink!"

Mason Ye frowned, and with a snap, he easily blocked his fist on his right palm. He put the two fingers of his left hand together like a sword and moved quickly on the broom head arm.

"Ah!!" The broom head screamed instantly. He felt that half of his body was numb, as if he had been shocked from his shoulders to the soles of his feet. He wanted to stand but couldn't stand firmly and fell to the ground with a plop!

Seeing that something was wrong, the gangsters immediately pounced on him: "Damn it, what are you doing?!" "Catch him, catch him!" "Wipe his ancestors! How dare you fight with me!" "Beat him to death!"

The roars rang out, and Mason Ye took a half-step back among the figures that rushed towards him. The index fingers of his left and right hands touched the cheeks of the two people at the same time. Suddenly the two people screamed and fell to the ground, covering their cheeks and unable to speak. ; Then he stood on one foot and gave a swift and violent tornado kick, sweeping the third person a few steps away.

The remaining three were shocked! They are among the best in martial arts school, but who would have thought that when they fought against this young man, four of them would fall down in an instant as soon as they met each other!

"X his grandma's fault!" A man with dyed yellow hair couldn't hold back, stepped onto the wall in two steps, turned around in the air and kicked Mason Ye's back. Who knew that Mason Ye had eyes like eyes on his back, and without even looking, he slapped the calf that Huang Hair was flying over hard with his backhand!

The yellow-haired man let out a heartbreaking scream and rolled to the ground, clutching his calf. The scream sounded like his leg bones were being shattered.

The two finally looked at each other, looking a little shy. Mason Ye asked: "Do you still want to fight?"

Neither of them dared to speak. Mason Ye asked again: "Do you still want to fight?"

...

Mason Ye then bent down to pick up the fifty yuan that the broom head had dropped on the ground, put it into his pocket, stepped over Huang Mao's convulsing body and walked forward.

The moment they passed each other, the two men winked at each other and rushed to grab Mason Ye's left and right hands at the same time!

There were two soft snaps. Mason Ye didn't even look at them. He grabbed their wrists with one hand and threw them forward casually like throwing bags!

Two big living people were instantly thrown a few steps away by him, one on the left and the other on the right! After landing with two bangs, they didn't even dare to scream. They rolled and crawled as hard as they could and ran away. One of them even fell several times in a row.

Mason Ye looked back at their backs and shook his head regretfully.

This martial arts gym is so big, but the disciples are so useless, it must not be a good martial arts gym.

No wonder Sterling Long didn't send him here, Sterling Long's decision is always the right one!

Just when Mason Ye, a young student, was lamenting that martial arts talents were withering these days and that such a large martial arts gym had no qualified masters, another famous martial arts gym in Liaoning welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

The disciples of Taifeng Martial Arts School just opened the door in the afternoon, and saw a row of men in karate uniforms standing outside the door. The tall, powerful, and restrained man stood there like a mountain, which made people feel frightened.

The curator rushed out in a hurry, but before he could ask, an assistant politely handed over his business card: "Hello, Director Zhao, I am Ohara Imagumi, assistant to the Finn family in Japan. Is there such a person among your disciples?" "?"

The assistant winked, and someone immediately unfolded the scroll - the portrait showed a thin boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with downcast eyes, handsome appearance, and extremely hard lines on his profile.

The curator looked at it for a long time and said doubtfully: "This... I can't recognize it. What can I do for you?"

The assistant glanced at Finn's face. Finn was wearing a suit and standing by the car door, his face expressionless.

The assistant sighed, put the scroll away, and said: "I'm really sorry to bother you so rashly. Your martial arts masters are highly skilled and have many disciples. I've heard of his name for a long time, so I can always stay with you."

The curator finally understood a little bit what he meant: "May I ask for any advice?"

The assistant waved, and a dozen karate black belts took a step forward at the same time.

He smiled and said: "------Then please give me some advice!"

Less than half an hour later, the door to the martial arts hall opened again.

Finn walked at the front, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, bronzed, muscular arms. The assistant, holding his expensive suit jacket on his hand, followed closely behind him.

A dozen karate masters lined up in a row, with neat steps and expressionless faces.

Obara Imagumi smiled and said: "It's hard to live up to the reputation. I kind of know what this sentence means. It is said to be a famous martial arts school, but in fact it can't even compare with our little fingers. This kind of place must not be able to cultivate people who can kill instantly. Mr. Togo's master."

Kurosawagawa said: "You should learn another Chinese saying, which is called being careless and losing Jingzhou."

Obara Imachin immediately lowered his head and answered yes.

Finn said calmly: "Don't take it lightly. If you really encounter that fierce god, you won't be able to fill the gaps in his teeth."

This time, even the dozen masters behind him bowed their heads respectfully and said, "I'm very sorry!"

Finn didn't take it seriously and said: "Next, let's use this as the starting point and sweep the black and white paths across this area. Don't let go even if it's just a clue, until we find the trace of the boy."

He stretched out his hand to open the car door. His men stood behind him and bowed at ninety degrees: "------Yes!"

Thanks to the talented Mr. Vicissitudes for his long comment. I read it and laughed so much. I highly recommend Minnasang to check it out too!

The following are anti-smoking:

The school Mason Ye is about to attend is a private aristocratic middle school on the outskirts of the city. The principal had an undisclosed relationship with the Han family in Beijing, so Mason Ye, a "black family" with unresolved identity issues, was decisively admitted to the junior high school of this school. Third grade.

Sterling Long's philosophy is that children must study. Even if it is of no use in the future, they must still study.

Grayson Xuan left Mason Ye at the school gate, rolled down the window, and gave a stern warning: "Be honest on the first day of school, you brat! No gatherings to fight and cause trouble, no peeking into the girls' dressing room, no sneaking around Female teacher, the most important thing is not to talk nonsense! Otherwise, even your father can't protect you!"

Mason Ye said: "I know, thank you, uncle. Does your head still hurt after being knocked twice by Sterling Long?"

Grayson Xuan: ...

Grayson Xuan angrily stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Mason Ye shrugged (he learned this action from TV), held his schoolbag, and walked slowly towards the school. The uniform of the private school is nice, a light gray V-neck cardigan, the collar of the white shirt turned out, revealing a small section of blue tie. The straight trousers perfectly modified the young man's strong and beautiful figure. The black leather shoes Sterling Long bought made no sound when he stepped on the ground.

Some girls passing by turned to look at him, covering their mouths and letting out secret laughter.

Mason Ye suddenly didn't realize it. After wandering around the teaching building alone for a long time, he finally grabbed a passing student and asked, "Where is the first class of the third grade of junior high school?"

The boy asked curiously: "I am from Class 1, Grade 3, who are you?"

"newcomer."

"Oh, I have to meet you." The boy nodded and said enthusiastically, "It's time for class, let's go together. What's your name?"

"...Ye Shisan."