Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

The fat man glanced at the yellow man with a cold face, then lowered his head and asked his nephew: "Who took the lead in bullying you? Who caused the cigarette scars on your body?"

Whispering, Guan Peng was obviously bullied so badly by these people that he didn't dare to speak when facing them, let alone point fingers at anyone! Even though he knew that his uncle was very good at being a gangster, but

, these people have knives and guns in their hands, I have actually seen them!

It was obvious that they were going to suffer! There were so many of them, and they were all desperate to fight! Guan Peng was extremely dizzy at the moment, lowering his head and not daring to say a word.

Jiang Shan and Bai Xuedong followed them slowly, standing behind Fatty Guan, looking at these young people with interest.

He looked very arrogant, and the disdain and provocation in his eyes were particularly obvious.

It's interesting that these little guys are so arrogant and arrogant, but they haven't suffered any big losses? Well, let us brothers teach you a lesson today! Jiang Shan thought funny in his heart.

The guy who was looking for information carelessly slid over quickly. When he was about to get close, he turned sideways. At the same speed as flying, he suddenly slid his legs and did a very handsome little split, and stopped directly.

Close the side of the fat man.

There was a creak, and before the kid could stand up and speak, the fat man turned to one side, lifted up his big leather shoe, and kicked the kid directly in the face with a bang. Just as the show was over, the guy turned his back.

He fell over and fell out.

The ground was made of smooth marble. This boy was already very fast before. In addition, the force of Fatty Guan's kick was so heavy and cruel that the boy was kicked and fell out. His body was stuck to the ground, slippery... slippery.

A long way away.

"Ah!" Covering his nose and mouth, the boy curled up in pain, his head tightly curled up in his arms, rolled up into a ball like a dying insect.

"Fuck, buddy, which road are you on? How..."

I was about to ask Fatty Guan what he was doing, but he didn't even talk about it and just started beating people!

Before he finished speaking, the man with the earrings was about to stand up and say something. Fatty Guan reached out and grabbed the man's collar, pulled him fiercely towards him, and swept his feet. The man with the earrings was caught off guard.

On guard, Fatty Guan knocked him to the ground again.

Moreover, this guy was wearing roller skates and his feet were unstable, so the fall was really serious.

"Fuck you, do it! Fuck them!" Huang Mao's eyes were fierce, he jumped up and shouted loudly.

This group of gangsters had just rushed forward to surround him with a loud noise, when Da Ma and the others pounced on him with a roar, like wolves entering a herd of sheep, pulling the yellow-haired man by his hair and kicking him violently with his big leather shoes.

With the thumping kick, the yellow hair's nosebleeds were splashed everywhere. Like a goose, the yellow hair was pulled by the hair, stretched out its neck, and closed the fat man's leather shoes with his face again and again.

"Little bastard, come on!" Bai Xuedong also became interested. After sliding away, he quickly stepped forward and directly pinched the neck of a young gangster. He rounded it with his other hand and slapped it.

A slap in the face, knocking the opponent straight up and knocking him out.

One by one, the attack was ruthless and precise. With only one of them facing each other, half of the twenty people were lying down, and they didn't even touch the corners of Fatty Guan's clothes.

They were beaten! The main reason was that Bai Xuedong and the others were attacked very suddenly, and these little gangsters were not prepared at all. More than ten people were knocked down with a crackle, and the remaining people quickly dispersed, and they rushed out from their arms and trouser pockets.

Pick out the guy.

Folding knives, fan blades turned upside down, and various small and exquisite knives were displayed. With these guys in hand, these young men seemed to have gained confidence and energy.

"Come on!" Someone shouted, and the remaining dozen or so people crossed their legs and rushed forward on skates.

However, they thought this was fast enough, but unfortunately, there was no way they could compare with Bai Xuedong, who had experienced many battles. They calmly watched these people rushing up, and Bai Xuedong was about to rush in front of him at the moment.

, his feet were greased, and with a whoosh, he moved to the side and dodged. Looking at the little gangster, he was originally holding a dagger and was about to stab Bai Xuedong's belly, but unexpectedly, the other guy dodged away.

He was just dodged by someone, but he was wearing skates under his feet and wanted to turn around, but it was already too late! The moment he rushed forward and rubbed shoulders with Bai Xuedong, he was punched from the side, as if he was swinging

Like a giant hammer, it hit the young man in the face hard.

Boom. Another person was knocked down with one punch. Bai Xuedong turned his wrist disdainfully, looked at the gangster rolling his eyes on the ground, raised his foot, and heavily pulled the calf bone of one of the opponent's legs.

There was a crunching sound, and the little gangster who had already fainted from the fall jumped up with a squeal as if he was suddenly stabbed in the butt by a needle. Without using his arms to support his body, he sat up straight and straightened his eyes.

It was as bright as a light bulb.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" There were heart-piercing wails. The little gangster seemed to have a spring under his buttocks, and he kept jumping. He just sat like that, and his body jumped up and down.

aside.

He ran forward, kicked hard and threw it behind him, and volleyed again with great force. The little gangster made no sound anymore. With a whoosh, he flew out and hit the iron fence. He hit hard again.

It fell hard to the ground.

After clapping his hands, Bai Xuedong shrugged nonchalantly and turned to look aside.

Jiang Shan grabbed the Chinese tunic suit draped over his shoulders and walked nonchalantly through the crowd of gangsters on the ground. He bent down and entered the guardrail, finding a place to sit in the rest area inside.

"Fat man, you fight first, I'll take a break and smoke a cigarette!" Jiang Shan greeted with a smile and raised his hand.

Fatty Guan originally had a ruthless look on his face, but when he heard Jiang Shan greeting him, he immediately raised his head and smiled: "Okay, Brother Shan, just watch!"

Taking out the knife was in vain. He didn't give them a chance at all. In the blink of an eye, they were all kicked to the ground.

Those gangsters who were knocked down before were trying to get up to help. As soon as they could hold themselves up, they would be knocked to the ground again by the Malaysians on the side.

With Bai Xuedong and the others at the center, more than twenty young gangsters all fell on both sides in a fan shape.

"That one who bullied you? Do you dare to speak out now? Bear egg!" Fatty Guan asked his nephew angrily.

"He, and him. He is our classmate. He asked me for money. He made me kneel down! He peed into my kettle!" Seeing these gangsters who are usually so majestic, they looked like babies under his brother-in-law.

Normally vulnerable to a single blow, Guan Peng felt much more confident now.

"Okay! Come on, brothers, drag them in!" Fatty Guan waved his hand to greet everyone in Malaysia. He bent down and pulled these people's thighs, hair, and collars to the rest area inside.

"Look at those grandsons!" Jiang Shan tilted his head and moved his body to look at the gangsters lying on the ground outside, and ordered softly.

These young men are full of blood and are no match for the enemy head-on. However, there is no guarantee that they will not get up with blood in their heads and pounce on their brothers from behind.

Generally speaking, those who have been in mixed society know this. Those who have been mixed up for a few years, in their twenties or thirties, have generally become much calmer. Even if they are shouting happily, when they really encounter the decisive battle between life and death, they will be a little bit nervous.

Timid and a little headache.

And these young people who have just debuted and are planning to continue on this road, they are the real young and Dangerous people who don't care. For the sake of fame and face, if their brains are hot, even if they kill the other party, they can express bad breath and make up for it.

If you save face, they will rush forward without hesitation.