Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

It's a pity that the two people who were talking in the toilet didn't know it yet, and they were still angrily complimenting each other and belittling the country.

"That new student Jiang Dashan, I used to think he was a bit masculine, but who knows, he's so good at pretending, it's not just him, he's just like that, he seems to have grown two heads, look at him crazy

of!"

"Who says it's not the case? Even Wu Gui, Brother Wang, you, and several other dormitory heads, who are not famous in the school, who are as good at pretending as he is, are so disrespectful to others!"

"Look at what he was like just now. He didn't even know his last name. Brother Wang toasted him and drank beer for him himself, but he was still acting like a fool. He's so frivolous about what he did in Male Gobi.

Really, Brother Wang, if that grandson is disrespectful to our brothers and looks down on us, that’s fine. But he doesn’t even sell your face, Brother Wang. On this point, brother, I can’t help but think about it.

Fuck him, really..."

Jiang Shan clenched his fists tightly and smiled sinisterly. Just when he was about to rush into the toilet, Zheng Youyu, who was walking upstairs in anger, looked up and was stunned.

"you……"

"Shut up!" Jiang Shan stretched out his hand and pointed backwards without looking back. His voice was extremely cold, stiff and devoid of any emotion!

Zheng Youyu was stunned and shrank her neck timidly. Not only was she frightened by Jiang Shan's tone, because Jiang Shan, who was so angry, exuded a cold and domineering aura, and the veins on the back of his left hand that was pointing at him bulged out, and it was very...

Horrible.

Wang Zheming, who was leaning against the pool and smoking a cigarette, suddenly stiffened and tilted his head to look in the direction of the toilet door.

Although behind Jiang Shan's back, Wang Zheming could speak unscrupulously and even speak arrogantly, but when Jiang Shan's voice suddenly came, Wang Zheming was still instinctively frightened. This was an invisible psychological fear.

Not only Wang Zheming heard it, but the monkey-mouthed man who was squatting in the toilet also trembled, his legs went weak, and he almost sat in the toilet. Damn it, a few bragging words behind his back were actually heard.

…

This guy is so arrogant, so cold, and so arrogant. Will he look for trouble with himself and find an opportunity to beat himself up?

Just as I was thinking about it, before the monkey-mouthed man pushed open the door and poked his head out, I heard Wang Zheming explain repeatedly outside: "Brother, don't, what are you doing? Don't get angry..."

Jiang Shan stood coldly in front of the toilet door. Wang Zheming quickly threw half a cigarette into his hand and spoke quickly to Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan, with a cold face, swept Wang Zheming aside.

"You..." Just as Wang Zheming was about to speak, Jiang Shan squinted his eyes and directly poked the tip of Wang Zheming's nose with his right index finger.

"Shut up!" Jiang Shan glared and scolded coldly.

Wang Zheming gritted his teeth and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. It seemed that there was nothing he could do. But... this guy beat up the boy in his dormitory in front of him. This... he couldn't help his own face.

"Brothers, they are all..."

Wang Zheming just opened his mouth, but before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Shan suddenly raised his hand and slapped Wang Zheming on the face.

"Shut up!" Jiang Shan punched Wang Zheming's neck viciously... Wang Zheming, who was slapped by Jiang Shan and pushed to the corner, tilted his head, and his throat was pressed hard by Jiang Shan's fist.

It's a little difficult to breathe.

"Don't……"

"Pa..." There was another deafening slap, and Wang Zheming felt his ears buzzing.

Wang Zheming was stunned for two seconds after being slapped. After regaining consciousness, he roared violently, like an angry tiger. He stood up straight and was about to rush forward to fight for his life.

With a sinister look on his face, Jiang Shan raised his hand and picked up the mop beside him, swung it violently beside him, like a death scythe, whizzed and hit Wang Zheming on the left side of his forehead.

With a plop, Wang Zheming was knocked down in the corner by Jiang Shan's mop before he had time to attack, and the blood on his forehead spurted out immediately.

Without even looking at Wang Zheming, Jiang Shan stepped forward and kicked open the wooden door of the toilet.

The boy with a worried look on his face was holding toilet paper, looking at Jiangshan in panic, and stammered for a long time: "That..."

Jiang Shan narrowed his eyes, and immediately swung the mop, like a big axe, swung it in a round motion, whizzed at the monkey-mouthed boy's head, and smashed it down.

"Ah..." Just in the middle of speaking, his forehead seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. The man with the monkey mouth let out a scream, and immediately covered his forehead and howled in pain.

Swinging up the mop, Jiang Shan stabbed the monkey-mouthed boy in the mouth, and he whined for a long time. Before he could say anything to beg for mercy, Jiang Shan picked up the mop, rounded it again, and smashed it down again.

There was a click, and the thin mop was folded in two. He was covering his head and wailing. The boy with a bloody monkey mouth was rejoicing and was about to free up a hand to wipe his butt, but he saw Jiang Shan turned around violently.

…

Jiang Shan strode to the corner, bowed, and lifted up an iron oil barrel placed in the corner of the toilet... The large oil barrel used to rinse mops and contain dirty water in the toilet was lifted high above his head by Jiang Shan and started running.

In two steps, he suddenly shined a light on the monkey-mouthed man who was squatting in the toilet and wiping his buttocks, and smashed in.

Boom... not only was there a loud noise after the impact of heavy objects, but also the roar of an iron barrel like a drum. As soon as he raised his head, the monkey-mouthed boy felt that the bones and flesh on his face seemed to be suddenly dented, and his face was burning.

It was hot, and blood spurted out from the nose, spraying on the toilet door and partition, making it bright red.

The boy with the monkey mouth stared dizzy for a long time, his face covered with bruises and blood. His eyes were completely dark and he couldn't see anything. Before the pain subsided, he was hit hard by the iron bucket again on the face. Immediately, the boy with the monkey mouth smacked his legs.

So soft, I just sat down in the toilet.

Just as he was about to lift the iron bucket and smash it for the third time, Wang Zheming, who was slumped in the corner, suddenly jumped up from the corner, jumped into the air, and kicked Jiang Shan on the lower back with all his strength.

The unprepared Jiang Shan stopped at his feet, slowly turned around with the iron bucket in hand, and looked at Wang Zheming viciously.

"Fuck..." Wang Zheming was brave enough to wipe his nose with his sleeve and hit Jiang Shan's throat with a powerful punch.

He bent over suddenly, and the iron bucket in Jiang Shan's hand still whizzed down on the monkey-mouthed boy sitting in the toilet.

With a thud, the face of the boy with the monkey mouth was almost stained with blood. His forehead, cheekbones, chin, and nose were all covered with flesh and blood, and blood was flowing everywhere...

He punched out everything, and before Jiang Shan could straighten up, Wang Zheming flashed to Jiang Shan's side with a loud sound, opened his hands, and with a shout, held Jiang Shan's arms and body firmly in front of him.

"Ah..." Wang Zheming exhausted all his strength and hugged Jiangshan hard by Jiangshan's side. He lifted Jiangshan twice with all his strength, trying to knock Jiangshan down using the wrestling method in sumo wrestling.

Not planning to compete with Wang Zheming, Jiang Shan narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

After twisting his neck and ducking his head to the side, he hit Wang Zheming on the nose with great force.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Wang Zheming actually moved his feet sideways and dodged to the side. Just as he was feeling proud, Jiang Shan moved half a step sideways, and the tiger claw of his right hand fiercely dug into Wang Zheming's lifeline.

"Ah..." Wang Zheming screamed miserably. He immediately followed Jiang Shan's downward force and bent his knees with the strength, with a look of pain on his face. However, the hands holding Jiang Shan's body became harder and harder.

Jiang Shan, who was holding Wang Zheming's life, lifted him upwards, then threw his body forward and threw him over his shoulder...

Following Jiang Shan's upward force, Wang Zheming jumped violently, but Jiang Shan threw him over his shoulder and hit him hard on the tiled floor of the toilet.

Jiang Shan, who broke free from the restraints, leaned forward and bent forward. Almost at the same time as Wang Zheming, he flipped forward, bent his knees, and kneeled down hard on Wang Zheming's chest and stomach...