This kind of thing is quite common on the subway during morning and evening rush hours. Lu Chenzhou, who was wearing school uniform, ran over to pick up the child and then pulled the mother up.

The two men were fighting in the carriage.

Lu Chenzhou couldn't help but said:

"That's enough!"

His voice was naturally drowned in the roars of the two.

As the saying goes: Boxing is not for young people. When the old man was at his peak, he was still a second-level martial artist. Unfortunately, as he got older and his energy and blood deteriorated, he was now barely above the first-level level. The tattooed man kicked sideways, but the old man blocked it with both hands and was directly blasted away.

Lu Chenzhou had just settled the mother and son when he was bumped into by the old man. He was tall and had practiced basic stance skills and horse steps since he was a child. His lower body was very stable.

"You two, please stop fighting."

As a high school student, Lu Chenzhou is very polite.

The old man was already lying on the ground, holding his stomach and wailing, spitting out fragrance.

The tattooed man's eyes turned red, and he subconsciously wanted to punch the innocent passerby, a high school student. In a small space, Lu Chenzhou used every inch of his body to dodge. He quickly turned on his cell phone to record mode and handed it to the mother.

"Please record a video for me."

"Okay... okay, thank you just now, young man."

The mother was stunned for a moment, but she still took the phone and followed the instructions. There was surveillance on the subway, but Lu Chenzhou was afraid that something might happen and he wouldn't be able to call it out, so it would be safer to record it.

"What's wrong? Your mother's hair isn't even covered yet and you still want to hit me?"

The tattooed man was a little surprised when he saw Lu Chenzhou move away.

Seeing that the high school student seemed to be willing to act bravely, he became even more angry. Before Lu Chenzhou could make a move, he hit Lu Chenzhou in the face with a straight punch.

Lu Chenzhou opened his upper body to the side, intercepted his punch with his left arm, clamped the man's elbow with the claw of his right hand, and used the eight-nature skills of his master to lift the man.

The whole body is like a taut string, suddenly exerting force!

Over the shoulder!

Bang!

Tattooed man fell on his back!

Lu Chenzhou punched out, and the fierce wind blew away the man's yellow hair.

In the end, it stopped very close and suddenly stopped.

Lu Chenzhou took the phone from his mother and returned to his seat.

The tattooed man was a little dizzy. He looked around. He felt so embarrassed. He was already overcome by anger, and he hit Lu Chenzhou who had already withdrawn his power.

"What the hell!"

Bang! The tattooed man's eyes turned black and he fell to the ground again, cursing.

"Enough!"

This time Lu Chenzhou rode on the tattooed man and restrained him with his backhand.

The tattooed man is also honest. He took the initiative and was knocked down twice, which shows that the opponent's skills are far superior to his own. He has a foundation of Qi and blood, but he has not practiced boxing for more than ten years. He has practiced day and night with Lu Chenzhou, who has been tempered for thousands of years.

Far from it.

Three police officers also arrived quickly. One of them, a middle-aged man with level 5 vitality, stood out in the carriage. He asked the other two to control the old man, and then he came to the tattooed man who was lying on the ground and crying.

, said coldly:

"What? You still want to blackmail that young man?!"

In front of a stronger person, the tattooed man loses his temper.

Next, the police took away the two people who were fighting.

The middle-aged man looked at the high school student who was already sitting there studying questions seriously.

"You've practiced well, the young man has a bright future."

"Thank you, policeman, for your hard work."

At this time, the passengers in the carriage couldn't help but say:

"Awesome, handsome and good at martial arts."

“What a relief.”

The mother next to me also asked:

"Young man, are you from Martial Arts High School?"

Lu Chenzhou, who was doing the question, said:

"No, I'm from Wanhua Middle School."

The passengers were a little surprised.

"That's even more powerful."

…

night.

Lu Chenzhou was reading the study materials sent by Ji Xuantong at home.

Suddenly Li Xianghua knocked on the door and asked:

"Son, are you brave enough to do justice?"

"Mom, where did you see that?"

"Just short videos, they are very popular in Sioux City."

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