Reckless Youth of Delinquency

For another example, Liu Xiangrong kicked out and hit Fu Jiaming in the lower abdomen. This kick didn't look very powerful, but Fu Jiaming took several steps back. The two of them fought back and forth, but they never hurt their opponent at all, which surprised me greatly. Is this the only level of the so-called four red sticks and four great generals? The younger brother in this game is more ruthless than them in every move he makes! It's just that everyone has their own opponents, and they devote themselves wholeheartedly to the battle, but they don't know that their boss is cheating.

Imagine how ridiculous this is. The younger brothers are fighting passionately and want to peel off each other's muscles, but the two bosses are "playing" in tacit understanding-could it be that the two of them are good friends in private, or... What common interests do we have, but due to superficial grievances we have to fight, and we have no choice but to resort to fraud? According to my imagination, this is the first step of speculation. Thinking more broadly, Nie Yuanlong and Qiu Feng might have ordered these two people to fake a fight, but why did they do this? Don't you really want to drive the other party out of the vocational college completely so that you can completely win over the business of the vocational college?

Just when I was puzzled, a figure suddenly passed by my eyes, and then another figure passed by. I took a closer look and saw Li Wenchao rushing to my side chasing Jia Tai. I cursed in my heart, it was no longer possible to hide it. Li Wenchao slashed with the knife again, and Jia Tai's back was already bloody and bloody. This move finally made him fall on his back. The moment he fell down, Jia Tai saw me hiding behind the cement pier, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Li Wenchao followed his gaze and suddenly saw me, with the same shocked expression. I didn't know what to do, so I raised my hand.

"Hi." I said.

"Ah, hi." Li Wenchao scratched his head, not knowing how to deal with this situation.

At this moment, Fu Jiaming suddenly shouted: "Everyone, retreat!" Throughout the field, his camp was already at a disadvantage, and at least seven or eight people were cut down. Others were also struggling to hold on. With Fu Jiaming's order, his men quickly began to retreat and rushed towards the iron gate. Li Wenchao cursed: "Damn it, you haven't had enough fighting yet, why did you run away!" Then he turned back and wanted to chase a few more, but Liu Xiangrong also shouted: "Everyone, stop it, don't chase after the poor." We have already won."

Li Wenchao had no choice but to stand still. Jia Tai in front of me also stood up in pain. He had no time to care about why I was here. Now he had to find a way to send himself to the hospital and let the doctor sew on his back. Dozens of stitches or something. After Fu Jiaming led the people away, Liu Xiangrong immediately sat down on the ground, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and started smoking happily. His people were also injured a lot, some got up from the ground, and some were covered in blood and stood around him. Liu Xiangrong ignored him and just smoked his cigarette. It wasn't until he finished smoking out the entire tube that he said: "Everyone did well this time. If anyone is injured, please go to the infirmary. As you know, I'm short of money recently, so you can pay for the medical expenses yourself." Then he stood up and took the lead in heading toward the iron. As he left the door, everyone followed him down, and the rooftop immediately became quiet again.

I stood up and looked at the blood stains on the ground, feeling an indescribable feeling in my heart. The students of the Vocational College are indeed worthy of their reputation. They fight hard enough and are tough enough. They are the most powerful among the three schools. But while a group of younger brothers were fighting bloody battles, their boss was tacitly pretending to fight. It was really ironic. After getting off the rooftop and returning to the classroom, Li Wenchao immediately walked towards me. "Brother Hao." He sat in front of me: "Why are you up there?" He was not injured, and Jia Tai couldn't hurt him.

"It's nothing, I just want to see how you fight." I said with a smile.

"Ah, um, didn't I say I wouldn't let you come?" Li Wenchao scratched his head.

"There's nothing I can do. I've gone there." I looked at him: "Have you told your boss?"

Li Wenchao said, "No, I'm not that free." I exhaled, but that didn't mean I was safe, because Jia Tai also saw me. Jia Tai will tell his boss, his boss will tell Qiu Feng, and Qiu Feng may tell Nie Yuanlong. This is a chain effect. But even if Nie Yuanlong knew, he wouldn't do anything to me, right? So I'm not too worried.

"Li Wenchao, you were so brave just now." I pretended to be very excited and said, "Just now you chopped Jia Tai until he was crawling all over the ground."

The voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough for everyone in the class to hear. Jia Tai is not in the classroom, he must have gone to the hospital. Li Wenchao said proudly: "What's the point? He cried and shouted when he was chopped." In fact, Jia Tai didn't cry or shout, but men always like to brag, which is understandable. I was about to ask him casually whether he knew about the fight between Fu Jiaming and Liu Xiangrong just now, but Xiaoxue suddenly ran over, stood beside us and asked anxiously: "How is Jia Tai?"

When she asked, I felt angry. I couldn't understand why she cared so much about that scumbag. She said in a cold tone: "Dead!" Li Wenchao said proudly: "It's better to die soon!" Xiaoxue stamped her foot and He ran out the door, apparently looking for Jia Tai.

Looking at Xiaoxue's back, I muttered subconsciously: "As for loving him so much?" Li Wenchao continued: "Brother Hao, you don't understand this. As the saying goes, a broken pot has its own broken lid. Bad people have their own bad people to love. I think this Xiaoxue matches that Jia Tai very well." I raised my eyebrows slightly and said slowly: "Xiaoxue is not a bad person."

I didn't hide it for her, I really thought so, because I had seen her at her most beautiful look.

In the end, I still didn't ask Li Wenchao if he knew about Liu Xiangrong and Fu Jiaming. I had a hunch that he probably didn't know. At that time, all the students were fighting bloody battles on the rooftop, and no one looked to see what was going on with their boss.

After Li Wenchao left, I called Wen Xin over and asked her to help me check on Xiao Mao from junior high school. Wen Xin can get the signatures of various big shots, which shows that her communication skills are very strong, and it is not a problem to investigate the situation of various people. "This matter must be handled quietly, don't alert the enemy!" I told Wen Xin carefully. Wen Xin's eyes are sparkling, and she especially likes to do the tasks I assign. "Life should be exciting like this." This is what Wen Xin often says.

This place is really far away. It took two full bus rides to find it. It seems that we have reached the northern limit of the city. In front of him is a dilapidated residential building. In Beiyuan City, a city where vitality and aging coexist, such barren areas are not uncommon. Not everything is as prosperous as Jiefang Street. There is an open space in front of the residential building, where some old fitness equipment is placed. I sat on a stone bench and waited intently for someone to arrive. Soon, the man appeared and he lived here.

"Xiao Mao!" I yelled, but didn't get up. Hearing the sound, he turned around with a surprised look.

"Come here." I waved my hand to him, my tone was not kind, some people have to use their momentum to suppress him. Xiaomao walked over step by step in surprise, and when he came to me, he called out: "Brother Hao?" I still didn't stand up, so I pointed to the empty seat next to me and said, "Sit down." Xiaomao looked at it, Without sitting down, he said: "Brother Hao, what can you do? I'm going back to eat." I sneered: "What, what I said doesn't work, does it?" Xiaomao said quickly: "Of course not." Then He sat down reluctantly and looked at me with awkward eyes. A person like him always lives in tension, fearing that others will discover his secrets, so he always feels guilty. My sudden arrival must have made him feel anxious.

"Do you know why I came to you?" I tapped the stone table gently. It's not that I mean to talk nonsense, it's just that it will cause him psychological pressure. From Chenggao to Beiqi to the Vocational College, I already have some methods of dealing with little people. When someone should be kind to someone, he would be grateful; when someone should be sarcastic, he would be respectful; when someone should be harsh, he would be frightened. Treat people in the same way. The little Mao in front of him should be frightened.

"I don't know..." Xiao Mao showed a nervous expression as expected. It seemed that in order to cover up his nervousness, he also smiled: "Brother Hao, you want to come to my house for dinner, right? Let's go, come with me." He even stood up and pulled my arm.

"Let go." There was no emotion in my tone.

Xiaomao trembled with fright and immediately let me go. He couldn't stand or sit. He was very embarrassed next to me.

I looked around. It was very quiet in this community. Everyone stayed at home at this time.

"I mean..." I slowed down: "If Liu Xiangrong finds out that you are Zhang Yunfei's man, what will he do to you?"

Xiaomao's eyes suddenly widened and he stammered: "Hao...Brother Hao, this kind of thing is not something to joke about!"

"You know whether you are joking or not." I sneered: "If there is no evidence, do I dare to speak like this?"

Xiaomao's legs were already shaking. He looked at me like he was looking at a monster and said tremblingly: "You...how do you know?" The corner of my mouth curled up slightly: "You don't have to worry about this. I just want to ask you, if Liu Xiangrong knew you were a traitor, what would he do to you?"

Big beads of sweat were already dripping from Xiao Mao's forehead. His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again. After a long while, he said: "I will... I will lose my hand."

"Oh?" I looked at his left and right hands and said with a smile, "Which one is it? The left hand or the right hand?"