Chapitre 1642: North Africa spy film (4)

Cough cough ...

Cough cough ... Cough ...

After Zhao Yu had fought five rounds with the fake policewoman, he was hit in the heart by her elbow. He suddenly felt nauseated and vomited all the triangular shortbread that he had just swallowed.

Thump ...

Zhao Yu was kicked in the back, and he fell flat on his back.

Spit ...

Zhao Yu spat twice, then quickly turned around and pounced on the fake policewoman again ...

As the saying goes, once an expert makes a move, one will know if he has it or not.

When Zhao Yu fought with the fake policewoman, he immediately understood why the woman looked at him with disdain. It turned out that this woman, who didn't look strong, was actually quite capable.

Her movements were completely different from those that Zhao Yu had learned before. There were no tricks or routines, and they looked a little strange, but they were very practical. Every move hit his sore spot.