100: A sure win! Wash away the bricks!

Hmm?

What do you mean it didn't feel right when you slapped it?

Lieutenant Colonel Zheng Jianfeng’s attack missed, and he didn't expect to be hit on the head with a brick.

He wasn't knocked out, just a little dazed; he considered himself to have a tough head.

Turning around, he looked at Su Yun, who was lost in thought, picked up his nunchaku, and delivered another powerful blow!

Whoosh… Su Yun didn’t even look, dodging to the side.

He thought: Is the brick damp? Is the brick material poor?

It was handy enough, but it didn't feel right when I hit him… Forget it, I'll try hitting him again!

Thwack!

Su Yun was quick-witted and quick-handed.

With his Grandmaster-level combat skills, plus his monstrous physical fitness… let alone one Zheng Jianfeng, even three wouldn’t be enough.

Another brick landed squarely on his head.

Zheng Jianfeng: “…”

He didn't fall, but his head was buzzing… Meanwhile.

The Steel Regiment soldiers looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

They exclaimed, “No way?!”

“Lieutenant Colonel Zheng Jianfeng actually lost?”

“It looks like he was played with…”

“Hey! You junk collector, who exactly are you?!”

It was obvious that Zheng Jianfeng was being crushed and toyed with on the field.

Regiment Commander Hu’s face turned a gloomy foie gras color: “Is there no one who can beat this kid?”

Is it really a case of the new waves pushing the old, and the old waves getting smashed to death on the beach!?

Regiment Commander Hu felt a bitter taste in his mouth: Old Zheng, you’re a fierce wolf!

Where’s the fierceness?

Where’s the wolf?

Within the Steel Regiment Military Region, many people had witnessed Zheng Jianfeng’s capabilities.

In sparring matches, his combat skills were second to none.

But what happened now? He was hit twice on the head with a brick by a junk collector!?

Never mind that he hadn’t passed out yet… any normal person could tell: Su Yun was holding back.

One must know that the “head-hitting brick” move specializes in dealing with all sorts of flashy techniques.

It doesn’t matter if you’re a martial arts instructor or a black belt… even if you specialize in the Golden Bell Shield or Iron Cloth Shirt, one “head-hitting brick” will immediately put you out of commission!

At this moment, Fatty Wang Fan was so excited that he grabbed Chang Wei’s two front paws.

“Brother Su is awesome!”

“Now this is what you call combat!”

“Chang Wei! Bark!”

“Woof woof…”

Chang Wei saw that Su Yun had a good chance of winning, and he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

As for the millions of fans and netizens in the livestream room, they were already too stunned to speak.

—【I… I… damn!】

—【Brother Su is actually so strong in combat?】

—【Don’t underestimate those two head-hitting bricks; most people wouldn’t be able to react that quickly!】

—【Alright! From now on, I’ll keep a brick in my pocket when I go out!】

—【Stronger against the strong, with unknown combat power…】

Two bricks landed on Zheng Jianfeng’s head.

To be honest, it was quite hard, at least harder than an average person’s head.

Su Yun caressed the “brick” in his hand; it had a textured feel.

It had lines, gaps, and felt great to the touch.

If he had to use one word to describe it: smooth.

Speaking of which, are modern brick factories’ production technologies so advanced now?

The bricks they produce are all of such high quality?

He felt that, purely in terms of feel, it could completely be classified as an artisan craft… Zheng Jianfeng rubbed the back of his head, “Brother Su Yun, what are you thinking?”

“I surrender!”

“Tell me, have you been secretly practicing before, you rascal?”

Su Yun chuckled, “If you say so, then it is so!”

“Big Brother Zheng, come and feel this brick, it feels great!”

Zheng Jianfeng took the dark, “brick” that was covered in what looked like paint or mud.

He rubbed it a few times carefully: “It’s really good… it feels like jade!”

“Let’s find a faucet and wash it off to see…”

Su Yun felt that.

It was this layer of dirt that obscured the “brick’s” inherent brilliance.

It was like finally finding a handy weapon, just like walking down the road and suddenly discovering a smooth, long stick… Oh boy, with that stick in hand: within ten kilometers, not a blade of grass would grow!

Zheng Jianfeng pointed out the location of the faucet to Su Yun.

Then he went to find Regiment Commander Hu.

Inevitably, he was questioned by the Regiment Commander: “Old Zheng, are you capable or not…”

“I…”

Zheng Jianfeng’s face was bitter.

A man can never say he can’t.

He was indeed convinced by Su Yun.

Don't let those two brick hits seem easy; most people couldn't react that quickly… Moreover, Zheng Jianfeng clearly sensed that Su Yun’s strength control was very strong!

Someone who doesn't practice martial arts absolutely couldn't do this.

“Regiment Commander, I really didn’t expect it.”

“Brother Su Yun is truly a talent…”

“Anyway, I can’t compare to him…”

Zheng Jianfeng admitted.

Regiment Commander Hu sighed, looking at Su Yun’s receding back.

After a long while, he accepted this fact.

“Alright…”

“He is a guest here.”

“It’s really not appropriate for us to keep challenging him.”

“Since we can’t beat him, there’s no need to continue the competition…”

“I’ve watched the replays of this kid’s livestreams before.”

“Honestly… Bureau Chief Chen of the Longhai City Police Bureau not having a heart attack just shows how good his heart is.”

“Forget it, forget it…”

“Let him be. If he wants to collect junk, let him collect junk. If he wants free food and lodging, we’ll treat him well!”

Regiment Commander Hu’s slight desire to win completely vanished.

“As long as he doesn’t cause us trouble, he can do anything!”

Zheng Jianfeng nodded; he meant the same thing.

“Hehe…”

“Regiment Commander, you’re right to think that way.”

“Honestly, Brother Su Yun is quite likable when he’s not causing trouble…”

Regiment Commander Hu raised an eyebrow slightly: “What? You’re not used to him not causing trouble?”

Looking at Zheng Jianfeng’s infatuated smile, Regiment Commander Hu clenched his buttocks: “Old Zheng…”

“It’s okay to admire strength.”

“But don’t tell me you, a dignified Lieutenant Colonel, have been turned gay by him!”

Zheng Jianfeng smiled and said, “Regiment Commander, don’t be nervous.”

“Don’t we often go to the big bathhouse together?”

“What are you afraid of?”

“Watch the game, watch the game…”

...On the other side.

After accurately locating the faucet.

Su Yun placed the “brick” directly under the faucet’s spout.

Fatty Wang Fan couldn’t help but complain: “Brother…”

“What kind of junk do you pick up every day?”

“It was fine when you used to pick up junk, but do you even need to wash this broken brick?”

“If you’re so bored, why don’t you wash my hair instead?”

Hearing this, Su Yun’s face hardened, and he glared: “Fatty, I think you’re asking for a beating again, aren’t you?”

“Hehehe…”

Wang Fan immediately cowered: “Just kidding, just kidding, Brother!”

“Brother, you wash it.”

“After you’re done, wash Chang Wei too; this Little fellow is starting to smell.”

“Woof woof…”

Chang Wei barked fiercely at Wang Fan, the kind that sounded very unpleasant.

Su Yun smiled and said, “Fatty, go get me a bar of soap.”

“Later, I’ll give Chang Wei a good scrub.”

“Okay…”

Wang Fan set up the camera next to the faucet.

Su Yun, meanwhile, rolled up his sleeves.

He placed the “brick” steadily and upright… Everything was ready, then he turned on the tap!

Whoosh… Cold water rushed onto the “brick.”

The black stains were slowly coming off…