Eight Hundred and Ninety-Three. Embracing the New Year (8/10)

Papa Hixon adjusted the postures of the two of them. Carson and Qin Shiou had about the same arm length, but with thick muscle fibers and thick fat, they looked bigger by more than a circle.

Frowning at Qin Shiou, Carson showed a malicious smile and said, "Qin, I allow you to use both hands. If you are afraid that losing will be too ugly, I can accept this method."

The people around screamed mockingly, some whistled, and of course some people patted Qin Shiou on the shoulder to comfort him. Everyone was joking, so don't take anything too seriously.

if you serious you lose.

As the game approached, Carson played the strategist strategy of 'despising the enemy strategically and valuing the enemy tactically'. He took a deep breath and puffed up the muscles on his arms. When Papa Hixon waved his hand and said 'Start', he roared One sound is about to exert force!

"Come on, Carson, kill..."

"Come on! Viking Dabai..."

"Qin, you're done..."

"Fack!"

Carson's roar has not yet fallen, and the cheers and cheers from the townspeople watching the battle are only halfway through, only to hear a muffled 'bang'. Carson's arm was pressed down on the table by Qin Shiou, and the muffled sound It was caused by hitting the table with a fist.

"Fa, Fake!"

Only this sentence had time to finish, and the words of the others were interrupted by the muffled 'bang'.

Afterwards, the place where the crowd watched the arm wrestling match was completely silent, which seemed particularly strange in the chaotic and crazy bar, and some people even looked at them strangely.

Qin Shiou moved his neck, and his cervical spine made a crisp sound of 'crack, crackle', with the demeanor of a peerless master: "Next!"

Little Hughes came up to massage Qin Shiou's shoulder muscles and said, "Good job. Dude, you did a great job! Come on, let me be your coach, let us sweep St. Johns together!"

After a short silence, there was a tidal wave of complaints, and the fishermen surrounded Carson. Began to despise him: "Damn it, did you have two shots with your mother-in-law before you came? Your wrist is so soft?"

"I said Carson, my man, do you have hypochondriac? I've never seen such a soft man like you!"

"Don't say you are a Viking descendant when you go out in the future, don't discredit your ancestors!"

Another person sat across from Qin Shiou,

Is another stronger fisherman. His name is Childress. It is said that in addition to being a descendant of Vikings, he also has Slavic blood on his body. He has big arms and a round waist, which is similar to a sea monster.

Little Hughes pointed to a group of people: "Don't sit down in such a hurry. Drink first! Chad, you damn bastard, I remember clearly, you bet two bottles of wine, right? Drink!"

"Drink it." Childress snorted, took two bottles of beer and gulped it down, and stuffed the mouths of the two bottles into his mouth together. His sturdy performance won the praise of the onlookers. It also made the townspeople full of confidence in him.

Papa Hickson handed out the wine bottle by bottle, and finally asked Carson, "Do you want to gamble this time?"

Carson lost face, and said: "Of course. I just softened my hand just now. Damn it, Qin is a smart guy. He is good at surprise attacks. If he didn't sneak attack on me, I wouldn't lose..."

"Don't babble like a woman. Tell me, who will you bet on?" Father Hixon looked impatient.

"Of course it's——Qin!" Carson said firmly.

The others were stunned. Staring at him, he asked, "Who? Are you dizzy from drinking?"

Carson laughed, but shamelessly insisted on betting on Qin Shiou to win. He will make excuses for himself. But what happened specifically, he, the person involved, knows best, and he is not wronged at all!

Just now he was gnashing his teeth and trying to take down Qin Shiou at once, but the force from the opposite arm made him powerless to resist!

He knew that if Qin Shiou hadn't taken the stimulant-drug, it would be that the man opposite had mysterious oriental power-strengthening skills, such as Cunquan and Wing Chun. He, Carson, was well-informed and had heard of these things. of.

A group of people booed and booed him, but Childress said disdainfully: "The thing that was pinned on the table by Qin just now was not the arm, but the head, right? He must have had a concussion!"

Carson didn't say a word, you should die yourself, I will watch you die.

This time the bet was a little better, and the one who bet on Qin Shiou won two instead.

Then Papa Hickson waved his hand, and the game began!

Childress's dantian was full of anger, and the rough muscle lines on his arms were fully propped up, like a bodybuilder...

"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, but this time it didn't come from the beginning, and Childress lasted for two seconds.

Qin Shiou shrugged calmly, and said to Little Hughes: "Continue to massage, Mr. Coach!"

Little Hughes swallowed his saliva and said, "I know you're amazing, buddy, but you're amazing beyond my expectation!"

Now the group of people were dumbfounded. It could be said that Carson was not ready and Qin Shiou was lucky, but what the hell is Childress this time?

Everyone looked at Childress, who was full of frustration and shouted: "What the hell, Qin is a humanoid tyrannosaur!"

"Don't make excuses for yourself, I'll come!"

Papa Hixon calmly sent out bottles of beer, "Gudong Gudong", and the people around continued to drink with their heads raised.

Everything is ready, five seconds later, 'bang', "Continue to massage, next one!"

"I'm a Falk, I saw your undead! I don't believe in evil anymore, I'm coming! You softies, get out!"

'Bang', "Continue to massage, next one!"

"Hiss!" There was a gasping sound, even if it was chaotic like a bar, the DJ music was so loud and people were shouting so loudly, they couldn't suppress the gasping sound, and some people jokingly asked Said: "Who turned on the exhaust fan?"

After that, Qin Shiou sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, and the unconvinced townspeople went to battle one by one, and then sat on the bench for a few tens of seconds before getting off, while the onlookers drank.

According to the agreement, the dealer can rest for five minutes if he does not fight five times in a row. Qin Shiou spends most of his time enjoying Hughes' massage on the stool.

"I must have drunk too much tonight, it's all hallucinations now!"

"Damn it, Fake God, did you really see the undead?"

"Is Qin him a humanoid Tyrannosaurus? It's impossible for anyone to beat all of us!"

"Bang!" "Next!"

Qin Shiou looked at the people around him jokingly, his arms were a little sore and uncomfortable, but it would be no problem to deal with these guys who lost confidence.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up, the countdown is on! Come here, get out, New Year! Embrace the New Year! Let's embrace the New Year!"

Qin Shiou was taken aback for a moment, he looked at his phone, it was 11:59 in the middle of the night, and the New Year was coming soon, time flies so fast!

A group of people finally found the steps and ran out staggeringly. There were also some unlucky guys lying on the ground. They had been knocked over by wine bottles. These people were too unbelieving and kept betting on Qin Shiou's loss...

On the big screen at the entrance of the bar, snow-white numbers are counting down: "10, 9, 8, 7..."

Then everyone shouted in unison: "6, 5, 4! 3! 2! 1!!! Happy New Year!"

"Boom boom boom!" Brilliant fireworks appeared in the distant sky, and the new year has begun! (to be continued)