The dragon has reverse scales, if you touch it you will die.
For me, my adoptive mother Hu Mingcui is my nirvana.
No one can touch her.
If she makes her unhappy, I will make others unhappy too.
This is the principle of my life and my bottom line, no matter who that person is.
Just like this fat pig now, he can't do anything except sit on the ground and whine non-stop.
In other words, the only thing he can do is wait for the person he calls to come over.
Not long after, I heard the fart sound of a motorcycle rumbling outside.
I know it's the sound the sports bike makes when its exhaust pipe is down.
Many people in schools now do this in order to make their motorcycles more attractive.
They would take the car to a repair shop and modify the exhaust pipe, which would not silence the sound at all.
It will even increase the noise generated, creating a racing-like feeling.
Xinhai had such a car before, but it was a black car.
It only cost two hundred yuan when I bought it.
After riding it for a few days, it was confiscated by the traffic police.
At this moment, there were several cars outside the vegetable market.
They were lined up at the entrance of the market.
The people who got off the cars were wearing black jackets and slouchy clothes, wearing chains like prison prisoners.
They were even more afraid that others would not know that they were bastards, so they glared at everyone they saw and showed some vicious expressions to everyone they saw.
Three motorcycles and a group of six people slowly walked into the vegetable market.
Only then did he see the fat pig lying on the ground, and the man at the head screamed strangely: "Oh, what happened to fat brother?
How did he get beaten like this?"
When the fat pig saw someone coming, he suddenly stopped whining.
He put one hand on the ground, and the hand that was deformed by me dropped naturally.
Hanging aside.
When he saw the person coming, he kept shouting: "Damn it, stop talking nonsense and call me an ambulance.
That kid beat me up.
Give me a hard beating.
If something happens, I'll take care of you."
"Brothers, do you hear that?"
the leader shouted to the people behind him, looking extremely arrogant.
After lighting a cigarette, he continued: "If something goes wrong, Brother Fat is here to take care of me.
We are still afraid of a ball.”
As he said this, he suddenly turned his head, stared at me fiercely, and blew out a smoke ring from his mouth: "Boy, you are the one who beat our fat brother like this, you are very cruel."
I sneered and didn't answer him.
My adoptive mother, Hu Mingcui, who was standing behind me, was too frightened to speak at this moment.
She pulled down my sleeves tremblingly and said hesitantly: "Xiao Zuo, run away quickly.
Your father and I are here to support you.
Hurry and call the police."
We can’t afford to offend people.”
At the same time, my father also said to me: "Xiao Zuo, go away.
I am here.
If you want to touch you, beat me to death first."
I was moved for a while, and when I heard this, I also sighed.
After all, my mother was too afraid of things.
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If it was Xin Hai who was standing behind me at this moment, he would have already pulled me away, then stood up and said: Su Zuo is my brother, come to me if anything happens.
Or maybe the eldest lady is standing behind me, and she will definitely poke my waist with her long fingers.
At the same time, he said to me: Ugly Su, move faster, I don’t have much time.
Or Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing Jing could be quiet If so, Jingjing can consider giving you a reward tonight."
"puff" I didn't feel happy at all.
Be quiet and listen only to half of what he says.
Either the first half of the sentence or the second half of the sentence.
It’s true that she’s waiting to eat lobster, so I can only give her a reward.
After An Jingjing said this, she pulled Hu Mingcui aside and comforted softly: "Auntie, don't worry, my brother-in-law is very powerful, they are just these little gangsters.
Let's see if my brother-in-law doesn't treat them.
Make a million peach blossoms."
It was only after I went to Yanjing that I became what I am now.
Before that, in the minds of my two elders, I was probably just an ignorant gangster.
At most, he's better than a gangster.
A gangster in school.
But I don’t plan to stay entangled here all the time before reuniting with my parents.
I still have a lot to say with them, so how can I waste my time on this?
Thinking of this, I glanced at the six people coldly, and then asked indifferently: "You want to stand up for that fat pig?"
"fat pig" The leader was stunned for a moment, then looked at the fat boy standing next to him.
Suddenly there was a series of weird laughs: "Fat brother, he called you a fat pig.
If you could bear it, if it were me, I would have fucked him to death."
Fat Pig's face turned green.
Hearing this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Help me kill him."
"Dele" As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the leader reach into his waist and take out a butterfly knife.
The butterfly knives were flying in his hand one after another, just like the masters on TV.
After a moment, the handle of the knife was held in his hand, and he saw him smiling coldly: "Boy, you are not going to deal with the six of us alone."
"Sixty, I can handle them too."
I didn't say this, I just gave him a cold look.
To put it bluntly, the six people in front of me are really sixty gangsters.
Maybe I can really deal with them.
You know, I have only mastered less than one-tenth of the fighting and ancient martial arts skills that the old man gave me, and I can still compete with a master like Zou Yang.
And what these bastards can do is just take out butterfly knives, switchblade knives and the like to scare people.
They are afraid of using real fists and kicks, or using real knives and guns.
Think of this.
I saw a fierce light suddenly appear in the corner of the leader's eyes.
He held the butterfly knife in his hand and rushed straight towards me.
The tip of the butterfly knife stabbed straight into my stomach.
This was a fucking cruel move.
I was shocked when I saw it, but I didn't panic at all.
One hand reached out and accurately grabbed the man's wrist, stopping his charging momentum.
At the same time, the other hand turned into a fist and punched the back of his hand.
I saw that the hand holding the butterfly knife instantly deformed, and his fingers stretched inwards.
After all, he could no longer hold the butterfly knife.
The small and beautiful knife fell to the ground with a clang.
Seeing the situation, I didn't let go, but continued to hold him and smiled coldly.
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Looking at him with slightly red eyes, he suddenly said: "Aren't you going to stand up for that fat pig?
First become like him?"
As I said this, my hand suddenly loosened and then grasped again.
The hand that originally grasped his wrist was changed to grasping the five fingers, and at the same time, "Ah, let go now!
Let me go, my hand will break."
Hearing his repeated screams, instead of letting go, I tightened my grip even more.
I know my own strength best.
A high-end brand-name faucet was touched by me.
It changed shape.
A book that is hundreds of pages thick can be bent or even deformed with just two fingers.
There was no way he could bear this kind of power.
Even a professionally trained boxer couldn't withstand my pinch.
Not to mention a little bastard who only knows how to scare people.
The latter struggled to get away after my hand was squeezed.
The other five people saw the situation and understood to some extent that something was wrong, but they probably didn't think that much.
Seeing the boss being restrained by me, they all stood there and took out various knives from their pockets.
There was a switch knife, a butterfly knife, and even one.
He took out a brick from under the buttocks of some of the street vendors and held it in his hand.
I heard some of them shouting at me: "Hurry up and let go.
If you don't let go, don't blame me for being rude."
"I'd like to see how you can be so rude."
There was a sneer on my lips.
I put more force on my hand, and suddenly I heard a click and my expression changed.
Damn, these bones are so hard to pinch.
I finally let go and saw the leader of the gangster, covered in cold sweat, holding on to a hand that was already like a chicken claw.
Just like the fat boy before, he whined and slowly squatted on the ground, like a deflated rubber ball.
"I'm a little embarrassed.
I accidentally used too much force and crushed my hand into a comminuted fracture."
I saw that the man's hands were like boneless chicken feet, without bones.
As he trembled, the five fingers also trembled.
They were like noodles, but better than noodles.
At least the noodles could bend 360 degrees. , but his fingers are not good, there are still fine bones in them.
When those five people saw this situation, how dare they touch them?
They were just gangsters eating and drinking around here.
It's easy to say, I'll go to your store for a meal, but if you don't say it, I'll go to your house at night and smash the window glass.
The worst thing he ever did was to take out a knife and stab someone in the buttocks twice.
No one would be killed anyway.
If he was held accountable afterwards, he would only be detained for two or three months.
They don't do murder, but they don't know if I will.
"Guys, if you don't plan to help the fat pig, get out of here."
I said, not even looking at them.
They are not qualified: