The journey of the heavens starts from the underground transportation station

The two groups of people bumped into each other.

It was Zhang Haiyang from the same compound who stood up for Zhou Xiaobai, and behind him were his group of accomplices.

Two groups of people were facing each other. The leaders, Zhong Yuemin and Zhang Haiyang, were very close to each other, staring into each other's eyes with dissatisfaction and annoyance.

"Grandson, where are you?" Zhang Haiyang spoke first and asked arrogantly.

This is a rule among the die-hards who belong to the veteran group. They sign up before starting a fight, in order to prevent accidentally injuring "one of their own". Different from the die-hards who are from civilian backgrounds, these die-hards who call themselves "veterans", they

My parents are both cadres. If they are colleagues in the same ministry, it would not look good if the children started fighting.

Of course, "veteran" is not a good word. Veterans are not soldiers! They were the first to make trouble in the past two years, and later they made trouble and brought their own parents into it...

"Do you really care?" Zhong Yuemin didn't answer the question at all and cursed with a sideways glance.

Yes, I really want to fight! Zhang Haiyang knew it well. Although four versus eight, the number of people on his side was doubled, but he couldn't be timid in terms of momentum!

Three seconds later, people on both sides rushed forward with the guy in hand.

Spring locks, cart chains, bricks, and wooden sticks flew all over the place, causing people to fall on their backs.

As soon as Zheng Tong and a tall young man fought, his glasses were knocked off by the opponent's punch, and the scene in front of him became blurry. Zheng Tong was very angry, picked up a brick, rounded his arms and slapped him hard, snap

There was a slap on the tree.

During the melee, Zhang Haiyang accidentally lost the chain in his hand. At this time, an old man happened to be walking on a crutch. Zhang Haiyang went up and snatched the crutch away. The old man fell and sat on the ground, patting his thigh and yelling, "

Zhang Haiyang didn't care. The walking stick he had just snatched had been turned into a weapon. He hit Zhong Yuemin on the head with a loud bang, and the walking stick immediately broke into two pieces.

Zhong Yuemin's head was bleeding. He wiped it with his hand. Kou Zong cursed and rushed forward in anger.

Yuan Jun saw that although the group on the opposite side was small in number, the leader was very aggressive and might not be easy to deal with. He suddenly became heartbroken, threw away the wooden stick in his hand, reached into his bag and pulled out a kitchen knife.

Li Yu basically didn't do anything, hiding behind and watching the fun, only kicking back the young man who occasionally rushed to his side and wanted to attack him.

It's not that Li Yu doesn't want to go up and help, but that ever since he was indoctrinated into unlimited fighting by the system, he always wants to hit people's vital parts as soon as he strikes. This is a sequelae of not practicing diligently. The buddy Zhong Yuemin who is attacking on the opposite side is still there at this moment.

I don’t know him, but Li Yu, who is familiar with the plot, knows that this is Zhang Haiyang, who later became Zhong Yuemin’s comrade-in-arms and an important role in the plot world.

What's more important and more realistic is that unlike his own group of "children who can be well educated", Zhang Haiyang has "good roots" and his father has not entered.

If he fails to control it and accidentally kills his little brother, his father will not have to fight for it?

I can't afford it!

At this time, two policemen in navy blue uniforms were riding bicycles passing by the entrance of the park. They accidentally glanced into the park and saw two groups of gangsters fighting. They quickly got off the car to stop them.

Yuan Jun raised his hand with a kitchen knife and was about to strike harshly when he caught a glimpse of two police officers rushing towards him from the corner of his eye. He immediately put away the kitchen knife and shouted: "The police are here, run!" and then the first

One rushed towards the depths of the park.

As soon as the fighting parties saw the police coming, they immediately dispersed in all directions. The two policemen roared loudly, each identified one and chased after him.

An hour later, at Zhong Yuemin's house, the record was slowly spinning on the record player, and "Rowan Tree of the Urals" was playing on the stereo. Zhong Yuemin was sitting on the sofa with gauze wrapped around his head, eyes half-squinted, and a look of enjoyment on his face.

Yuan Jun, Zheng Tong and Li Yu opened the door and walked in. Zhong Yuemin stopped the record player and said hello: "Here we come."

After losing the fight or encountering the police, they would either go back to their respective homes or gather at Zhong Yuemin's house. This was the rule of the group. For no other reason, Zhong Shanyue went in. Zhong Yuemin's mother had already died of illness.

Now, there are only Zhong Yuemin and Li Yu at home, as well as Yuan Jun who often spends the night here because the house is sealed.

The three of them each found a place to sit down.

"Hey, Yuemin, are you being fooled by others?"

Zhong Yuemin touched his head and said nonchalantly: "To tell you the truth, it doesn't matter, just scratch it! Don't you even look, what kind of material is this head made of? Just the walking stick, with a bang, it broke.

!Brother, I have practiced Iron Shirt Kung Fu!"

"Speaking of which, these iron cloth shirts have been trained so well that they are no longer brains, right?" This is a group of passionate young people aged 17 or 18 who had to contact society early for some reasons. Their childishness has not yet gone away. Li Yu sat at the edge and listened.

They were so poor and so happy that they couldn't help but say insultingly: "Yuemin, let's talk about it, is there a possibility that the iron head skills you practice are the brains? I'm thinking, I should know that your brain is

What it’s made of is probably flour and water.”

Zhong Yuemin was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"You don't know this? You're confused!" Zheng Tong, who loves to learn, immediately understood what Li Yu meant.

"Fuck you!" Zhong Yuemin cursed with a smile, and saw Zheng Tong laughing so hard: "Hey, Li Yu, Zheng Tong, where did you two go during the fight? Why didn't I see you two?"

"I'll hold the line for you! Look out for the wind and observe the enemy's situation. If you lose, I'll be the reserve team!" Li Yu smiled and made up a reason: "When we fight in ancient times, we don't always have to keep a reserve team. This is tradition.

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"Fuck you, uncle! You are such a grandson!" Everyone laughed and cursed, but they didn't care. The identity given to Li Yu by the system was that he was not good at fighting.

"Me? A big guy came over and slapped my glasses away. My brother got angry at that time. He picked up the bricks, looked at them accurately and started shooting. I felt that the touch was wrong, so I hit the tree with emotion." Zheng Tong was embarrassed.

Xiaoxiao: "I picked up my eyes. I picked up the bricks, aimed them, and was ready to take a picture. When I took a closer look, I saw, holy shit, it was a policeman. I was so scared that I threw the bricks away and ran away."

"Just like his father, he is a stinking intellectual."

Yuan Jun insulted Zheng Tong, and Zheng Tong scowled: "What's wrong with the intellectuals?"

"It's sour, I feel sour all over."

Zheng Tong's father, Zheng Tianyu, is a senior engineer in the ministry, an intellectual who has studied abroad, and a man who hates violence. Zheng Tong has been influenced by him since childhood and has never dared to fight with others. After Zheng Tianyu entered, her mother again

Unable to control him, Zheng Tong rebelled and completely let himself go. Under the instigation of Zhong Yuemin and others, he also learned to fight and became the "bad boy" in Zheng Tianyu's mouth. But even so, Zheng Tianyu was still under Zheng Tong's control.

He occupies an unshakable position in his heart. At this moment, when he heard Yuan Jun mocking his father, he suddenly became angry.

But Zheng Tong has always claimed to be a "literary man". Even though he has become a stubborn master, it would be unethical to strike first among buddies. Literary men have their own ways of revenge.

How can we be as rude and rude as a little hooligan when we are educated "stubborn masters"?

ps: I have something to do and I have to go out temporarily. The next chapter will be a little later. I will definitely update it before 12 o'clock.