"Brother Hua" angrily pushed away Wang Jian, who was dragging Aying, and stared at him fiercely. There was an urge to peel skin and drink blood in his eyes, exuding a morbid mania, like

The look on any pampered child's face when they are provoked.

Originally, he couldn't be blamed for his grumpy temper. After all, in his own opinion, this stage play was almost a success. The hero mode had just been activated. As a hero, he was about to explode and get killed by a kind of hooligan.

He rescued his long-loved goddess, and then grabbed the goddess's soft little hand and ran all the way to the river like what often appears in TV dramas. Under the goddess's gentle eyes, he shook his soft hair gracefully, and under the starlight in the sky

With the attitude of a savior and a tragic face full of blood, he told the goddess: I! I will always protect you!

How wonderful this is! How wonderful it is!

But! Who knew that a strange uncle suddenly appeared in the middle of the journey? Not only did he dare to pull the goddess's ears, but the goddess was not even angry at all, but chatted with him passionately.

That's a goddess! She's the goddess that I miss day and night! She's the goddess that I can masturbate only when I fantasize about her face more than my eyes! So the boy who is so angry now doesn't care what the relationship between his sudden psychosis and the goddess is, even if it's a kiss

Dad, he wants to explain his good intentions today.

"Go back to school."

Who is the third brother? He is a big bastard who has been running rampant in the countryside since he was six years old. At the age of sixteen, he can beat eight with one and win completely! This pervert has seen big things, not to mention the little hooligans like him.

Even the police from the county can't do anything to the third brother.

So the third brother didn't even respond. After saying hello to Aying, he threw the forty-five yuan in "Brother Hua's" face: "The other five yuan is the storage fee. I

This man has unique principles."

Aying rubbed the painful ear that was pinched by the third brother, and with a smile on her face, she hid next to the scared girl whose face was covered with snot and whispered in a low voice: "Here, this is my third brother, the one I always told you.

, handsome, right?”

The girl with the snot-soaked nose was so scared to death that she didn't care whether the third brother was handsome or not. Instead, she farted three times in a row because of A Ying's heartless tossing, and then burst into tears.

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Amidst the cries, the atmosphere between Wang San'er and that "Brother Hua" began to look weird. The third brother's irrelevance and the rage of "Brother Hua" made "Brother Hua" so angry.

"That fragile self-esteem suddenly swayed as if struck by a typhoon.

When a person's self-esteem is extremely frustrated, he will either become depressed or become extremely crazy. This "Brother Hua" is a typical young master type guy. He probably has some small influence in the family and is domineering.

He was used to being a blessing, and there was no room in his eyes for a arrogant waste like Wang Jian. So he got angry on the spot, and regardless of how much Wang Jian's fighting power surpassed him, he went up and grabbed the third master's collar.

"Fuck you, get out of here, or I'll make it impossible for you to leave my territory!"

Brother Hua's breath smelling like chives was sprayed on the third master's face, which made the third master, who always liked to be clean, feel quite uncomfortable. He turned his head slightly and looked at Aying making faces.

When Aying saw the third master's grimace, she immediately laughed in an unladylike manner, then pointed at the third master and jumped up and down: "Third brother, third brother, don't make trouble with him, I miss you..."

I miss you...I miss you...I miss you...

These three words kept tumbling in "Brother Hua's" mind, and then there appeared in his mind a picture of a goddess and this impoverished-looking uncle posing in various poses on a broken bed in a dirty small hotel, and even

I also vaguely heard the creaking and shaking sounds of the broken bed.

"I**!"

With a loud shout, "Brother Hua" picked up his palm and threw it at the third master's face. The force was so strong that even "Brother Hua" felt that his wrist was about to dislocate. At that moment, Brother Hua seemed to have heard the slap.

The crisp sound thrown on the face of the person in front of me,

But reality is always full of cruelty. His slap did not touch anything. In such a flash of lightning, the third brother just raised his head slightly and casually extinguished this seemingly powerful slap.

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"Kid, I told you not to be so grumpy."

He freed up a hand and patted "Brother Hua" on the head. There was no ridicule or sarcasm in his eyes, but a look of helplessness. On the contrary, it was the nosebleeds on "Brother Hua's" face that stained the adolescent stain on his lips.

After the dark down was applied, his whole face looked particularly funny, like Chaplin.

"Let go, Aying is my sister."

"What is your sister! I am your fiancée, okay! Third brother... I even spanked your child. You said you would marry me when I grow up."

Originally, the third master wanted to resolve the misunderstanding, but Aying, who was worried about the world being in chaos, suddenly added such a sentence, especially the hypocritical and tearful sentence "I spanked your child" which directly intensified the whole conflict.

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"Brother Hua" collapsed at that time. He rushed towards Wang Jian like crazy, trying to strangle to death the pervert in front of him who was hooking up with his goddess. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't hit the third master, and even the distance remained almost the same.

Pass.

His younger brothers next to him were also stunned. Usually "Brother Hua" is the most fun among them. He is ruthless. When fighting with him, he can often beat others to the point of kneeling down and begging for mercy. Most of the people here

They all follow him and act as his little brother in order to seek this pleasure.

But today, the stalwart and wise Brother Hua has disappeared. Instead, a useless Hua has appeared. He looks useless than a hairless doll. The way he hits people is worse than that of a third-grade elementary school student. It is too embarrassing to tell anyone.

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In fact, this cannot be blamed on "Brother Hua", who is not an expert after all. No one can tell that the third master is actually silently using Brother Hua's strength. It seems that he is just an old hat who is grabbed by the collar and ready to be beaten at any time, but

Every time he twists his waist, the rhythm is exactly the same as that of "Brother Hua". After going back and forth, let alone hitting the third master, now if "Brother Hua" hadn't grabbed the collar of the third master, he would have

I can't even stand still.

At this moment, the group of hooligans suddenly burst out with a loud shout: "Come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gang reacted immediately, swarming up one by one and surrounding the third master.

"I'll settle the score with you later."

Third Master let go of "Brother Hua" who was almost out of strength, pointed at A Ying who was snickering next to him, then straightened his clothes, put his fist on his mouth and coughed: "I advise you to go back and masturbate quickly.

Just sleep peacefully and don't make trouble for me here."

This is a very pale thing to say. Anyone who has ever been in a group fight knows that there are usually only two types of people who would say such cruel things. One type is very confident and is sure that the other party will not dare to make a move. The other type is someone with a tough background.

, if the other party makes a move, no one will be able to escape.

But the third master has made it clear that he has no backstage. Who has seen any noble man walking around in a begging outfit like his, and really treating him as a private visit? And there is obviously no room for taking action on this matter now.

Looking at the situation in front of him, the third master knew that today's trouble would probably be unavoidable. Ah Ying was a little goblin who was born to cause harm to people. He knew this many years ago. Even if the third master wanted to smooth things over, I'm afraid that A Ying would not be able to escape.

Ying will put a foot in it and muddy the water.

Therefore, the third master shook his head helplessly, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand lazily. But even in such a lazy moment, before his arm touched anyone, the little gangster closest to him was already touched by him.

He grabbed his chin and pulled it to his side. Then he slapped her twice.

Then things happened naturally. About fourteen or five high school gangsters rushed up to beat Mr. Wang. But many times, they didn't even realize what was going on, and they found themselves lying on the ground.

, and then he got kicked in the chest.

Whether this foot was heavy or not, it could not hurt the internal organs at all. But whether it was light or not, everyone who was stepped on had stars in their eyes, difficulty breathing, and could not get up from lying on the ground for a long time, completely losing their ability to fight.

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The only guy who tried to sneak up on Mr. San from behind with a steel pipe was hit on the shoulder by Mr. San with his elbow, and then he was thrown from behind and thrown four or five meters away. He was kicked on the ground for several meters and rolled several times.

He stopped after circling around, his face, hands and body covered with blood from the sand and stones on the ground.

The whole battle lasted less than a minute, and it was over before even those good people had time to come and watch.

"Hey kid, do you have a cigarette?"

After the battle was over, the third master approached the only short man who had been squatting on the ground and did not dare to step forward from the beginning. He patted his shoulder and stretched out his hand: "Here is one."

The short man's eyes were full of fear, and he tremblingly took out an unopened pack of Hongtashan worth seven yuan from his pocket. But after taking it for a long time, he couldn't open the pack at all because his hands were shaking so much. In the end, he had no choice but to open it.

I could only hand the entire pack of cigarettes to the third master with fear.

The third master hummed, opened the cigarette, took out one, and returned the cigarette to the little man, and helped him straighten his glasses: "Remember, boy, you will have no future if you hang out with these people.

, it is better to study hard and become a useful person like my brother."

After saying that, the third brother walked up to Aying, who was cheering the girl with the meatball, with an angry look on his face, and pinched her ears: "You even dare to play with the third brother? Now you are so bold."

"Ouch... Third brother... Third brother... it hurts..." Aying begged for mercy pitifully: "Uncle, please let me go."

The third brother took out a broken mobile phone from his pocket, looked at it, and let out a long sigh: "It's almost nine o'clock, go back to bed!"

"Then you have to send me back, I miss you so much!"

Aying pouted and looked at her third brother pitifully: "You have only written two letters to me after all these years. You are so unjust. Do you still have my sister in your eyes?"

"Go away, do you think the 30,000 yuan I prepared for you came from the flood? You don't need time to earn it?"

"Third brother, it's best. Let's go, let's go... let these people stay here. Anyway, that guy's father will come back to save him later, so don't worry about it."

The third master said "oh" and followed the footsteps of A Ying and the fat girl towards their school. Along the way, A Ying kept greeting Wang Jian and told various stories about adolescence. The third master dozed off while listening.

And about ten minutes after they left, one of the highest-end cars in the county rushed to the open space where Wang Sanye had just fought, and then walked down from the top, a short, fat man with four big gold rings.

He was short and fat like a winter melon, and his face was pitted with oil and water.

"dad……"

As soon as "Brother Hua" saw him coming, he burst into tears, and all his little buddies also started crying, and there were even two who peed their pants, seriously peeing...

The short and fat man first helped his son up from the ground. Although he sternly scolded his son for fighting with others again, the evil fire in his eyes had already burned to his forehead. Everyone knew that this winter melon was going to fight today.

Really angry.
To be continued...