Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

"Ouch... Fuck..." The man in the leather jacket, who was slapped to the ground and was dizzy, stumbled over and stared blankly around. He was about to curse and threaten, but his eyes kept looking blankly.

Monk Huida looked furious.

"Slap you to death! What are you doing?" Huida originally had a face full of flesh and looked extremely fierce, but now his eyes are glaring, which is even more scary.

"No...nothing! Master Huida, why are you beating people!" Although my heart was itching with hatred for this monk Huida, I could only endure it. After all, these brothers around me, even if they are...

If we rush forward together, we are no match for others.

As if pinching a chicken, Monk Huida raised his hand and pinched the top of the peaked cap, and swung it behind him as if throwing a ball. The cap staggered a few times, fell to the ground on all fours, rolled several times, and was covered in mud.

"I tell you not to act wild here in this temple. Monk, I got angry and broke off your hands!" Monk Huida stamped his foot and shouted angrily at the two people on the ground.

"Let's go, let's go, can't we?" The man in the leather jacket got up from the ground and covered the back of his head. He said sadly, greeted a few brothers, and ducked into the crowd with his neck curled up.

"If I see you here again causing harm to people, I will arrest you all and throw them to the mountains to feed the wolves!" Monk Huida angrily shouted and threatened, pulling his neck.

"Master Huida, you have to take care of these guys!" Several vendors nearby echoed in a low voice.

Monk Huida shook his big head and snorted.

Murong Yueyan and others looked at Monk Huida in astonishment. How could this guy look like a bandit? He was even more domineering than a bandit. He would hit people with just raising his hands. How could he look like a monk?

After recovering from the sluggishness, Murong Yueyan patted her thigh and then remembered that her wallet and ID card were still in the hands of those people.

"Hey... why did you let them go! My wallet is still with them." Murong Yueyan said with a wry smile.

"Ah? No! I didn't see them take out their wallets. Before they took action, the poor monk took action!" Monk Huida touched the top of his head and muttered suspiciously.

Murong Yueyan's face dropped: "Just before we went up the mountain, we were picked off by a few of them on the way. Forget it...just leave."

Monk Huida shook his head: "Left? Chase! These bastards... catch them and beat them!" As he spoke, Monk Huida strode towards the direction where the few people disappeared.

"Hey...Sister Yueyan, don't let him chase you!" Lin Xi muttered helplessly. With so many people, where can we find those few people? If we piss off those gangsters and start a riot, no one will be hurt.

Good deal.

Seeing Monk Huida chasing after him, Murong Yueyan smiled: "Let's go, follow and have a look...this monk is interesting!"

Murong Yueyan led Lin Xi and Zhao Jie to the left and right, and followed them.

Beside the intersection at the top of the mountain and going down the mountain, the beaten man in the leather jacket and several of his accomplices were sitting on the stone platform in annoyance, yelling angrily: "This fucking stupid monk, he's so full that he's full

.If he doesn’t eat fast, chant Buddha’s name, drink wine, eat meat, and get into fights honestly, what the hell is he a monk? Except he doesn’t know how to go whoring, what else can he not do?”

"He can use the money for incense in the temple to buy wine. Even the abbot will not expel such a monk."

"Let him struggle, a grasshopper after autumn can't survive for a few days!" The man in the leather jacket said angrily, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

"What the hell. This bastard monk slapped me so hard that my head is still buzzing. It hurts me to death..."

"Pa..." As soon as he finished speaking, he took away his right hand that was rubbing the back of his head, and a slap like a big cattail fan hit the back of his head hard.

Plop... After being slapped down from the stone platform, the man in the leather jacket hit his knees hard on the ground, as if he was prostrating and kowtowing. His whole body was prostrate on the ground, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

"Are you done with it? Are you done with it? Are you still chasing me and beating me?" He just lay on the ground and couldn't get up. The man in the leather jacket whined and turned around, angrily scolding him in aggrieved manner.

"Money..." The great monk glared at several people and pointed at their noses.

"What? What money?" The mustache looked at Monk Huida in astonishment and blinked.

"Pa..." A big slap hit the left face of Mustache. He turned sideways and made a splash. Blood spurted from the corners of Mustache's mouth and nostrils, and he fell to the stone platform.

"You stole those girls' money!" Monk Huida glared, pointed at several people and shouted angrily.

"Who stole it? Who stole it? Which of your eyes saw us stealing their money? We just wanted to buy meat, and you beat us up. We came back here to hide, and you still beat us... Are you still a monk?

?You are just a blind person!" The mustached man looked at more and more tourists surrounding him, and immediately felt a little emboldened. He shouted and retorted at the great monk in an aggrieved manner.

The people around burst into laughter. These people didn't look like good people, they looked like gangsters, and now they were beaten by a monk like children complaining.

As soon as he pulled his pants, Monk Huida squatted down with his body like an iron tower and stared at his mustache angrily: "If you tell me again, why don't you hand over your wallet?"

"I...I didn't steal, so why should I pay you? This is a false accusation. Do you want to steal money? I have money on me, so I'll give it to you!"

"Who wants your money? Hand over the wallets of those girls you just stole, and I won't beat you! Come on..." Monk Huida reached out and poked his mustache in the forehead, one after another...

It was like being hit on the forehead with an iron rod. His mustache grinned in pain, and in the blink of an eye, there were purple finger prints all over his forehead.

"Are you going to fight me? Even if you beat me to death, I haven't stolen my wallet..." The mustache tried to pretend to be dumbfounded, but as soon as he finished speaking, the great monk raised his right hand and slapped him hard on the face.

He slapped it down hard.

Like a big bear squatting in front of a person, he rounded his arms and slapped his mustache hard on the face with a bang.

"Ah... uh..." Mustachio covered his face with his hands, kicked his legs on the ground repeatedly, and screamed in pain. His nosebleed was flowing along the seams between his fingers.

"Don't admit it?" Monk Huida angrily turned to look at the other people sitting on the stone platform, staring blankly: "You guys, where are your wallets?"

"Damn it... This beast is fascinated by those little girls. He has to fight hard! Bastard, come on together and fuck him. Damn it... bully our brothers!" Sitting on the stone platform,

A small middle-aged man who had just come to his senses was muttering softly in his mouth, his expression gradually becoming sinister, and the last sentence was shouted angrily in an almost ferocious tone.

Several other people, including the man in the leather jacket on the ground, stood up together and surrounded Monk Huida in the middle with a loud bang.

"Hoho? You still want to fight with the poor monk?" Monk Huida's eyes were as wide as copper bells. He grinned in surprise, opened his hands suddenly, and strode towards the group of people with his hands raised.

PS: Some brothers said that these pictures are unpleasant and not exciting... 07 can only say that if you keep climaxing, the climax will cause uncontrollable excitement! Please read the foreshadowing plot patiently, and it will only be more exciting later!