Rebirth 2000, Ome school flower 18 years old

"Chanima, what do you mean boy? Wet my buddy's clothes and want to leave?

A yellow hair grabbed Liu Mubai's hair and said viciously.

Liu Mubai was full of alcohol, his eyes were blank, and he couldn't stand steadily, "Release, let go, I apologize, what do you want to do?"

"How? Lose money, my brother's body is a famous brand, does Armani know? Hurry up and lose money! Huang Mao said fiercely.

The four young men next to him were laughing and watching from the side, looking at Liu Mubai was like seeing a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Such a drunk is the most suitable target, people are drunk, and how much money they want to steal is how much.

"How much?" Liu Mubai did not resist and burped.

"Five thousand." Huang Mao stretched out five fingers, and the lion opened its mouth.

Liu Mubai took out his wallet, threw five hundred sheets to them, and was about to turn and leave.

"Wow! Are you playing Lao Tzu? Huang Mao's open palm slapped over.

"Snap!"

This slap hit Liu Mubai firmly in the face, and the latter fell heavily to the ground.

But Liu Mubai didn't say a word, and continued to want to get up and leave.

How could the yellow-haired people let him just walk away, grab him and beat and kick.

The people who set up street stalls on the side of the road were startled and retreated one after another, fearing that they would harm the pond fish.

Liu Mubai was kicked down and fell on a stall selling roses, knocking down a lot of flowers.

The yellow-haired people viciously kicked the obstructing roses into the air, picked Liu Mubai up from the ground, and scolded: "Hey, lose money quickly, or you will crawl out of here today!"

Liu Mubai's eyes were blank, he didn't say a word, and he seemed to have lost interest in everything in the world.

At this time, a dark-skinned, flat-headed young man next to him suddenly hummed, "You stepped on my flower."

The yellow-haired man glanced sideways at the flat-headed young man and scolded: "Zheng, just step on, do you dare to have an opinion?" The

flat-headed young man clenched his fists and was silent, but his eyes were already burning with anger, and he was obviously trying to restrain himself.

"Hey, Liu Mubai, you're too inferior."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded on the side of several people.

When Liu Mubai heard this voice, he raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look, and saw the person coming.

"Yi Feng?"

Yi Feng put his hands in his pockets, also looked at him, and said calmly: "Now you are not the Liu Mubai I know, the Liu Mubai I know has been beaten by someone at least knows to fight back, even if you can't fight back, you won't lose the battle."

Liu Mubai smiled sadly, "Hehe, you came to see my joke?"

"Well, you're a joke now." Yi Feng nodded.

Huang Mao saw that the two actually ignored themselves and chatted, and immediately said angrily: "Zheng, the kid cares about your, Laozi advises you not to be nosy!" Otherwise, even clean up with you!

Yi Feng directly ignored Huang Mao and continued to stare at Liu Mubai, "Liu Mubai, do you remember when we fought with the next class when we were eight years old?"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Feng suddenly raised his foot and kicked Huang Mao's crotch position!

"Whoosh!"

Huang Mao's scream resounded through the street, and the onlookers next to him felt cold in their crotches!

This young man is so ruthless!

Liu Mubai took advantage of the situation to hit Huang Mao on the head with an elbow, and these two blows directly put Huang Mao to the ground, and it was difficult to get up again.

This elbow can be said to be just right.

Huang Mao was knocked down, and only then did the four accomplices behind him react, pick up the flower pot of the stall next to him and swing it at the two.

Liu Mubai was already drunk and unresponsive, watching a person smash a vase towards him.

Just when the vase was about to hit his head, he had closed his eyes and waited for the moment when his head broke and bleed.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

He did not feel the expected pain, opened his eyes, and saw a figure blocking in front of him.

It's Yi Feng!

Yi Feng kicked the bastard.

"You're sober! It's on the dry rack!

Yi Feng shouted, and the next moment flashed the incoming vase.

Liu Mubai was stunned, and his heart was shocked.

He didn't expect Yi Feng to stand in front of him so desperately!

Suddenly, a folding chair attacked Yi Feng from the side!

Yi Feng had already seen it, but he couldn't dodge it, so he could only raise his hand and prepare to protect his head and resist this blow.

At this moment, a leg appeared in his field of vision, facing the folding chair.

"Snap!"

The folding chair was kicked to pieces!

For a while, everyone at the scene was stunned by this kick!

Yi Feng's face was stunned, and he turned his head to look to the side, the person who had just kicked the broken folding chair was a flat-headed young man wearing a gray-green coat and dark skin.

"Bang!"

I saw that the young man punched out, fast as electricity, and hit the chin of the bastard with the folding chair.

That punch is so fast that it is almost impossible to catch with the naked eye!

The bastard was punched in the jaw and fell unconscious on the spot.

"Wow!"

The bastard with the vase threw out the vase in his hand and smashed it at the flat-headed youth.

"Snap!"

The flat-headed young man raised his foot and struck the tail of the dragon, kicking the incoming vase to pieces.

"Groove!"

The crowd of onlookers around resounded with an exclamation.

The remaining two bastards were also frightened when they saw this.

This person has extraordinary hands!

Not an opponent!

The two bastards were frightened, turned their heads and ran away.

But there were still three accomplices lying on the ground, the yellow-haired lying on the ground, intimidated by the fierce momentum of the flat-headed youth, so frightened that his face turned pale and did not dare to move.

"Lose my money." The flat-headed youth crouched down and stretched out his hand towards him.

Huang Mao took out all the money from his pocket, and with a handful of loose money, it was a hundred pieces.

The flat-headed young man took the money, counted it, threw it back to give him twelve dollars, and then silently got up to clean up the roses scattered on the ground.

Yi Feng returned to his senses and said gratefully to the flat-headed youth: "Thank you buddy, what do you call it?" The

flat-headed young man concentrated on picking up the roses on the ground, and did not turn his head back: "Wu Siyuan." "