Chapter 9 Sergei Sha's Invitation

Yuri beckoned to Seryozha, signaling him to let his horse come over. Seryozha put on an attacking posture and leaned over cautiously. Father Petrov took the opportunity to help Boris and Yakov aside, and carefully checked their injuries. Yakov was not seriously injured, but was knocked out. Boris was more miserable. His browbones were opened, the bridge of his nose was broken, and his eyes were swollen. Although the blood on his face looked scary, he was conscious. It should only be a skin trauma.

Father Petrov wiped the blood on Boris's face with his clothes, took out the jug, poured some vodka on the wound on the brow bone, and Boris cursed in pain: "Ah~~! Fuck~~ !******! Stop you old man, it hurts me to death, it hurts me to death, you old coffin..."

"You bastard, I'm helping you. If you don't want to be disfigured, you can bear it." Before he could finish speaking, the old man snapped off Boris's crooked nose.

"Ah~~! Fuck~~! Whew~~!"

"Fuck~~!"

"Fuck~~!"

"Huchi~~! Huchi~~!"

"Fuck~~!"

"I'm going to kill you, you old bastard, my nose hurts me to death." Boris burst into tears from the pain, and dared not let Petrov's father touch him again.

"What a bitch." Father Petrov drank the remaining vodka in one gulp, and looked at Boris with disdain.

In the distance, Seriosha cast a questioning look, and the old man nodded tacitly. Seryozha turned his head and concentrated on Yuri. Seryozha tentatively attacked Yuri, and soon Yuri counterattacked. Seryozha covered his head tightly with his arms, and observed Yuri's fists through the gaps in his arms. Seryozha found sadly that , I am too short to reach Yuri at all, and it is even more difficult to get close to Yuri. Under Yuri's continuous attack, the defensive hand gradually relaxes. Yuri broke through Seryozha's defense with one punch, got in through the gap between the two arms, and swept Seryozha's cheekbone with his punch, opening a hole in an instant, and Seryozha could even see Red drops of blood were flying in the air, and Seryozha quickly avoided Yuri. If he was cornered by Yuri, Sergei would definitely not be able to withstand Yuri's attack.

Yuri is tall and strong. If they were fighting professional boxing, the two of them would not be in the same heavyweight class at all, but this is not a competition, but a fight. As long as you can win, you don't need to follow the rules.

Seryozha settled down, changed his attacking posture, no longer clenched his fists, but relaxed his palms naturally, and placed them in a horoscope in front of him. Yuri got the sweetness just now, he didn't even need to defend, he came up with an uppercut, and Seryozha was waiting for this opportunity, bowed his head and dodged it, Seryozha threw himself forward and hugged Yuri's waist . Yuri was a little panicked, and hit Seryozha's back with his elbow, once, twice, and three times, and Sergey felt that he was about to vomit blood. He grabbed Yuri's shoulder with one hand, and passed through Yuri's armpit with the other, trying to lock Yuri's arm, but Yuri broke free.

Both fell to the ground, and to make matters worse Yuri rode on top of Seryozha. Xie Liaosha thought to himself: "It's not good, it's going to be bad." The time for the massacre came, and Yuri rained down his fists. Seryozha tried his best to protect his head, crossed his arms on his head, and the arm hurt from the fist, and Seryozha was beaten desperately. resistance. This posture is too comfortable for hitting people. Now Seryozha is like meat on the chopping board, only to be slaughtered. He wants to use his waist to push Yuri up, but Yuri is too heavy. Seryozha tried Tried several times without success. Father Petrov on the side looked a little anxious. So far, the battle has been unilaterally slaughtered by Yuri.

Seryozha exerted his last strength, and put his feet as close to his hips as possible. Relying on the strength of his waist and legs, he finally pushed Yuri up. Yuri lost his balance instantly and fell forward. Seryozha took the opportunity to put a hand through Yuri's arm and grasped his own wrist,

The other hand held Yuri's wrist, and then pushed upwards, successfully locking Yuri's arm. The battle situation was reversed in an instant, Yuri's arms were locked, his body was forced to one side, and he could no longer attack Seryozha. Seryozha put a little more force on his hands, and Yuri cried out from the severe pain of his arms being locked.

"Ah~~! Fuck~~!"

Although it seems that Seryosha is under the pressure, if you often watch MMA fights, you may realize that this move is called Kimura lock, and Yuri has been locked. Yuri struggled desperately to break free, and Seryozha's strength became stronger and stronger. Yuri shouted loudly, hugged Seryozha's neck with his remaining hand, turned over, and Seryozha rode on Yuri's body, The Kimura lock was broken by Yuri. Instinctively, Seryozha made another cross-lock move, wrapping his feet around Yuri's arm and clamping Yuri's neck tightly, and holding Yuri's arm with both hands desperately. Out of the strength of breastfeeding, Yuri was tortured severely.

Yuri yelled and thumped his body vigorously, but he couldn't break free. He only felt that his neck was getting tighter and tighter, and his arms were getting more and more painful. Slowly, the pressure on the neck made Yuri unable to scream, and the violent breathing made Yuri spit out saliva. Although he could still move his arms and legs, he could only be slaughtered by Sergei.

With a sound of "crack", Yuri's arm was played to the limit, and Sergei was completely dislocated by Sergei. The severe pain made Yuri howl desperately, but he could only make a whining sound. Yuri's painful forehead was sweating, his eyebrows were furrowed together, his lips were biting blood, and the muscles on his face were twitching. .

"Yuri, admit defeat, and I will let you go." Seryozha persuaded him to surrender.

Yuri hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded with difficulty, and Seryozha let go of Yuri. Sweat and blood stained Seryozha's cheeks. Seryozha lay on the ground, panting heavily, not wanting to get up. The cyan fist marks on the arm have witnessed the cruelty of this battle.

"Yuri, if you lose, the stadium will be mine in the future, but I don't care about it at all. How much money can I get if I collect a protection fee on the stadium?" Seryozha asked.

"Are you trying to humiliate me?" Yuri was so angry that his lungs were going to explode, but he couldn't do anything to Seryozha.

"No, Yuri, I respect you, you are the best opponent I have ever met. I don't think you should mess up like this. You should fight like a warrior, not like a gatekeeper. A few rubles are squatting on the field all day long," Seryozha explained, waving to Petrov.

The old man threw a brown paper bag, and Seryozha caught it. He tore open the paper bag and took out a thick stack of rubles from inside.

"This is 10,000 rubles. I'll give it to you. If you hang out with me in the future, I promise to give you this amount every month." Seryozha said and handed the money to Yuri.

Yuri looked at the money, then at Seryozha, he felt that he had been humiliated, he wanted to throw the money in Seryozha's face, but he couldn't do it anyway, Yuri was almost three He is ten years old, just came out of the Gulag, has no job, and himself and his younger brother Mikhail are living on the meager pension of their old mother. He is strong on the battlefield, but weak in society. I have never seen so much money, as long as I nod, the money is his. "Do I really want to watch the stadium for the rest of my life?" Yuri began to hesitate. He stared at Seryozha, who looked serious and serious, without any teasing expression, and his eyes were full of sincerity.

Before Yuri could answer, Seryozha turned around and left. He didn't want to be hastily rejected by Yuri. The pain all over his body did not make Seryozha resent Yuri. His heart was full of respect for Yuri.

Yuri looked thoughtfully at the back of Seryozha going away. . .