Chapter 77

  Du Mou's mouth exhaled alcohol fumes, the wine seemed to turn into sweat seeping out of his face, standing there with clenched fists, his body swaying slightly.

  "Come!"

  A loud shout exploded from his mouth, and the top of his head seemed to have been struck by thunder. The crowd's ears buzzed, and for a moment, the people of Hama Village were so frightened that they did not dare to approach.

  "Come on!"

  At the critical moment, Lin Shaoyu stepped forward, his body leaping into the air, both feet kicking towards Du Mao. The Mandarin duck linked ring foot frame, Du Mao's chest took two kicks, and his body stumbled backward. A beastly roar came from his mouth as he charged at Lin Shaoyu, like a fierce bull, directly sending Lin Shaoyu flying to the ground.

  Lin Shaoyu, a carp jumped up, rubbing his sore shoulder, and looked at Du Mao's eyes with a hint of fear.

  Someone shouted loudly and the crowd rushed forward. Someone in the crowd picked up the table and slammed it onto Du Mao's head.

  Du Mao's son swayed, rubbing his aching forehead, snatched the table over, and with a swing, he overturned the person.

  What a drunkard!

  A dozen or so people at the Toad Village couldn't get close to him, only seeing him use a square table as a weapon, his body swaying back and forth, with everything around him overturned. The ground was filled with cries of "Ah yo" but no one could take advantage of him for even a moment.

  "Come on!"

  Another loud shout, Qiao dressed as a camel's Cheng Dalai secretly praised, this kind of skill, it is feared that even if Wu Song were reborn, he would be like this!

  The people on the ground struggled to get up, their eyes looked at Du Mao with a mixture of admiration and fear, but no one dared to move forward again.

  Huang San Yuan, disguised as an old wine seller, looked at Cheng Da Lei with eyes that seemed to say: "Big Master, what should we do now!"

  "Don't panic!" Cheng Dairen shouted loudly: "Let me handle him."

  "You're Cheng Daire! Du Mao shook his head: "How ugly, come here and let me punch you."

  There were still people who hadn't had time to escape, hiding in corners of the wall, peeking out from between their fingers.

  Nowadays, in the Qingniu Mountain area, the two most famous people are these two. One is a tiger-fighting hero and also the leader of the underground thieves in Luoyi City, while the other is the big boss of Hamao Village who knows the Five Thunder Methods and can defeat Lu Hong with one move... Now, at this duel between the two heroes, the mountain tiger meets the river tiger, the water dragon meets the cloud dragon. Who will be weaker or stronger? Everyone is waiting to see.

  Cheng Dalai handed the knife in his hand to Huang San Yuan, and Huang San Yuan secretly praised: The eldest son is indeed a hero, wanting to fight Du Mao with empty hands, without taking advantage of the weapon.

  Du Mao threw away the table in his hand and rushed towards Cheng Da Lei with a fierce look in his eyes.

  At a time when everyone was rubbing their eyes in surprise, Cheng Dairen slightly bent his waist, clapping to the rhythm of si liu ba pai.

  "Baby, I'm sorry, it's not that I don't care about you,"

  Really don't want to, and yet make you cry again.

  Huh?...

  A moment of silence, a crow seemed to fly by in the air. Everyone was stunned: what on earth is going on...

  Du Mao was stunned, his eyes wide open as he stared at Cheng Dairen, his face full of question marks.

  At this time, Cheng Dairen changed his tune: "Baby, sleep, baby sleep..."

  Du Mou frowned, his mouth wanting to scold the 18th generation of Cheng Dairen's ancestors. After all, a wave of wine rose up, rushing him seven times eight times, his eyes dazed and confused, seeing Cheng Dairen as one, then two, then four, then eight...

  He ended up drinking too much, Du Mao was a tough guy, but even the toughest person would vomit and crash into trees after drinking too much. Earlier, he relied on his momentum to appear brave, but as soon as he paused for a moment, the effects of the alcohol kicked in, and then he would vomit or crash into trees accordingly.

  His mind became more and more confused, his hatred for Cheng Dairen grew heavier, suddenly he let out a loud roar, stood up straight and charged at Cheng Dairen.

  "Die, you little brat!"

  His body is like a tiger, his fist is like a dragon. Du Mao once killed an old tiger with three punches. If this punch were to land on Cheng Dairen's body, I reckon he wouldn't have the physique of a tiger.

  Cheng Dali quickly straightened his body, stretching it into a line.

  Then nothing happened.

  After getting drunk, Du Mao had the strength, but his accuracy was a bit off.

  This punch was in vain, Cheng Dalai was already standing behind Du Mao, and with a loud slap on the back of his head, he spat out a word.

  "Down!"

  Du Mao's brain was a jumble of thoughts, like a soy sauce shop had opened up inside his head. His body swayed back and forth, his eyes turned black, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.

  Most people's eyes widened: This works too!

  Huang San Yuan paused for a moment, then suddenly shouted: "The great master is mighty, one move and Du Mao was defeated!"

  Others couldn't understand what was going on, and indeed, right before their eyes, Cheng Dalai slapped the tiger hero to the ground with one palm. Seeing Huang San Yuan shouting so excitedly, they also followed suit and shouted along.

  "Alright, alright." Cheng Dalai waved his hand and suddenly said: "Quickly tie him up."

  Du Mouyi fell, and the other drunkards were not worth mentioning. Some had already passed out from drunkenness, and those who hadn't would be knocked unconscious with another blow. A hemp rope soaked in water was ready to tie Du Mou into a ball, which was then stuffed into the wine barrel and covered with a lid.

  Everyone dispersed and left, gathering at the bottom of the lake, where they put Du Mose, who had died drunk, into a coffin. Cheng Dairen still disguised himself as a camel, and after giving the guards another bag of copper coins, he successfully mixed out of the city.

  Du Mouzhen didn't know how long he had slept, but when he woke up in a daze, his whole body felt sore. He opened his eyes to find himself tied up in a dungeon, the surrounding light was dim, and torches were standing on the walls.

  "Who are you people? Let me go quickly! Once Grandfather leaves here, I'll have all of you killed!"

  "Hey, what's up brother, had too much to drink?"

  A particularly unpleasant voice sounded, and Du Mao saw a young man sauntering slowly outside the prison cell, the light of the torches shining on him, revealing a clean face.

  Those chaotic memories revived, Du Mao gritted his teeth and spat out three words: "Cheng Dali!"

  "Boss Du, nice to meet you, I guess this is our formal meeting."

  Du Mou struggled with all his might, but couldn't break free from the ropes binding him. Moreover, he had just come to and didn't have much strength in his body.

  "Bastard, son of a bitch, you despicable scoundrel." Du Mao burst out in a loud curse: "If you have the guts, let me go and I'll fight you for 300 rounds!"

  Cheng Dalai gave him a look of white idiocy: "What joke are you talking about, I am the leader, not a matchless brave man, we..." Cheng Dalai tapped his right hand on his temple and added: "We have strong souls."

  Du Mu stared at Cheng Dairen with angry eyes for a long time before finally calming down.

  "This time I'm in a tight spot, trapped by Cheng's family, if they want to kill me, then so be it, I won't say another word."

  "Why kill you?" Cheng Dairen squatted halfway in front of the prison cell and said, "Now, let's talk about surrendering instead?"

  "Surrender?"

  "Of course, it can also be understood as surrender. Now I'm asking you sincerely... are you willing to join the Frogman Tavern?"

  Du Mu was stunned, and then burst out laughing loudly, with a tone full of sarcasm.

  "Don't smile like that, it's ugly." Cheng Dairen said calmly: "Actually, I used to be an idealistic person too..."