I was blocked in the back kitchen of the fast food restaurant in front of the school by three young men, one of whom was still holding a switchblade. At that time, the young man was definitely not using a knife to scare me, but was about to come up and stab me. Although I was panicked, I was able to fight at least with a kitchen knife and shovel in my hand. The three of them slowly approached me, ready to find an opportunity to come up and stab me. At that moment, I suddenly took a step forward, and a kitchen knife slashed at the boy with the switchblade.

My sudden counterattack startled him, and he immediately shrank back. My kitchen knife stopped in mid-air, and I wanted to rush out. But when the young man saw that my kitchen knife had not been cut, he immediately took the switchblade and stabbed me in the stomach. I was so frightened that cold sweat broke out all over my body, and I quickly stepped back. It was really only a few centimeters, and I was almost stabbed with a knife.

I retreated into the corner again and failed to get out. At this time, I quickly swung the shovel in my hand to the sides a few times to prevent them from approaching, and if they did, I would chop them with a kitchen knife. Damn, now that I'm on the verge of life and death, I won't think about whether I will hack the other party to death. The young man next to him felt that he had suffered a loss with his empty hands, so he took an iron pot from the back kitchen. He rushed forward with the iron pot, and I made a very dangerous move, I raised my foot and kicked at the iron pot.

I kicked on the iron pot, and the man and I flicked backwards almost at the same time. I leaned my back against the wall, and he took two or three steps back. Then the kid with the switchblade stabbed me again at lightning speed, and I couldn't dodge, so I chopped off his arm with a kitchen knife, and came up with a lose-lose fight. At the last moment, he was the first to coax, and my kitchen knife slashed at his switchblade.

There was a sound of a bell, and the kitchen knife and the switchblade collided together. However, the switchblade was not cut off by me, but the tip of the knife trembled a little. Then he continued to stab forward, this time giving me time to dodge, and I ducked to the side, releasing the kitchen knife and shovel and holding his arm with both hands. If it were one person, my sword-grabbing move would have been successful.

But the three of them rushed up to me, punched me on the head, and at the same time pulled me by the arm, ready to control me, so that the man with the knife could easily stab me. At this time, I held the arm of the person holding the knife with all my might, and I would not let go of it. But after all, the power of three people, how could I pull the three of them alone. So when I was about to die, I desperately shouted: "Chen Yu, Xie Wenfeng, come in and help me." ”

I shouted the names of my two younger brothers, and when I was desperate, they were really good. They had been watching me fight at the back kitchen door, and they didn't dare to come in, and when they heard my shouting, they rushed in with stools from the dining room outside and helped me smash them at the other two. The two of them were distracted, and the strength in their hands was small, so I continued to hold my arms tightly.

My two little brothers are not biao, and when they help me, they shout loudly: "49 people come in to help, don't look." When they shouted like this, it also had a little effect, and two more first-year students came in with stools to help. There were so many people in the small back kitchen, and the scene was particularly chaotic. The young man with the switchblade kept trying to shake me off. Hit me with your fists, hit me backwards with your body, make me hit the wall, keep spinning in circles.

But no matter what trick he used, I just hugged his arm. I knew that as soon as I let go, I would be stabbed immediately, and there would definitely be no chance of escape. All my hopes now are in the two younger brothers and the freshmen who helped, and my two younger brothers are not good at fighting. The four of them couldn't beat the two of them, and one of the freshmen had already fallen at my feet, but he immediately got up again.

I quickly shouted at him, "Help me!" and he reacted and hugged the man's arm with me. We fought so fiercely that the owner and lady of the fast food restaurant didn't care about us at all, just kept shouting: "Stop fighting, I'm looking for your teacher." "It's ridiculous, I'm still looking for a teacher, can't I see people with switchblades, this is a fight, this is a rebellion!

The freshman and I held the man's arm with four hands, and I finally felt a sense of security. If it's not enough, I still don't dare to let go, for fear that the freshman in the first year of junior high school will not have enough strength and won't be able to hold him. This freshman in junior high school is also a character, and he opened his mouth to ask for someone's arm in such a dangerous situation. I only heard the screams of ah, and the boy with the switchblade was bitten in the eye.

He grabbed the freshman's arm with his other hand and slammed the two of us against the wall. But no matter how he tossed it, the kid in the first year of junior high just bit his arm like a police dog. Seeing that the boy with the switchblade couldn't hold on, his accomplice pulled out his hand to help him, and smashed the freshman on the head several times with an iron pot.

I thought I was obsessed with it, and I never let go of the arm of the "switchblade" (later referred to as his switchblade), but in fact, what I am doing now is not right, I should let go and help the ratte boy. I watched as people hit him with an iron pot, and after a few blows, the first boy finally relented, and fell to the ground for the second time.

All of a sudden, I felt like the switchblade's arm was weak, and it seemed like it was going limp. Apparently he was also relieved, forgetting that I was still holding his arm. I couldn't miss such a great opportunity, my hands changed positions in an instant. Then the man moved from his side to his back, listened to his waist with his knees, and threw his arms behind him with both hands, and at once he broke his arms behind him.

With this move, the knife in the switchblade's hand fell to the ground, which was more effective than moving the mouth and biting. I continued to push his arm back, and even the sound of his arm joints could be heard. I didn't lose my strength in the slightest, and I was ready to destroy his arm. There was another rattle, and if I guessed correctly, my shoulder must have been dislocated. By the time the other person next to him reacted to help, it was too late.

I let go of the switchblade and kicked him in the waist, causing the switchblade to fall to the ground after eating. I put my hands on my head to block the onslaught of the iron pot. This kid is also a madman, and the iron pot in his hand smashed down one after another, and I couldn't resist it with a point, and after several clicks, my eyes were all black, and I felt like I was going to be knocked out. I couldn't go any further, so I stepped out again, bent down and threw myself at him.

At that moment, I was hit on the head, but I also hugged his waist with both hands. I used the same trick I used last time I was beaten, and this trick was really tried and tested. I hugged his waist and ran forward with him. After running a few steps, he and I fell to the ground at the same time. After falling to the ground, I rode on top of him, and he also let go of the iron pot, because he couldn't do it. He wanted to reach out and grab my face and get me up.

I'm a person who has studied judo, how can I get him up. I dodged his hand and gave him a few punches in the face. Pretending to give him a chance to grab me with his hand, I stopped throwing my fist and pinned his arm to the ground with both hands. His arm was pressed to the ground, and in an instant, I locked his arm with Kimura's lock. When Tan Jie came to them, she definitely didn't tell them that I, Zhong Peng, know judo!

I yelled, "Die!" and "Mom!" and the kid had my arm bent with a Kimura lock, which was a broken one. He didn't even shout at the time, he was a little confused, and I was a little confused when I saw his arm bent. This is the first time I've bent someone's arm, and it's been dislocated or not bent before, but it's as obvious as this one.

In just 1 minute, I crippled two people. When I got up from the ground, I saw him fall to the ground. His expression was still stunned, and he looked at his arm. In addition, the switchblade also sat on the ground and covered his shoulders with a painful expression☆ The latter kid has been beaten in the corner by my two younger brothers and the freshman of the first year of junior high school with a stool, and he has no power to fight back at all.

I quickly picked up another stool from the side and rushed over to help beat it, and when I lifted the stool, the kid was already covered in blood. Of course, I let him bleed and slammed him on the head a few times. The four of us used a stool to smash him unconscious, and then everyone stopped. I looked back and saw that the freshman who had helped me picked up the switchblade that had just fallen to the ground.

He took the knife in his hand and sat down on the ground, looking half-dead. I was really touched to see his actions. Although this kid can't fight, he has a good heart, not only desperately helping me, but also knowing how to pick up a knife to prevent being turned over by the opponent. When we fought, the classmates who were eating had already hid in the fast food restaurant. I went over and helped the little guy who was helping me up, and then I said, "Let's go." ”

The five of us swaggered out of the fast food restaurant in a triumphant posture, and at that time, the fast food restaurant was already surrounded by three circles inside and three circles outside to watch the lively students. The 4 freshmen who helped me were still very proud, although I was also very proud, but I shouted to all the onlookers: "Grass, next time an outsider beats our 49 middle school students, you look at the side again, see one and I hit one, can you help, isn't it from your own school?"

As soon as I finished scolding, a few students from the second year of junior high school shouted: "Why help you, if someone else helps, you deserve to be beaten." My two younger brothers immediately shouted: "Whoever said it, stand up." "The 7-8 second-year students in that circle did not quarrel with us, but left silently. I just finished a fight, and I don't want to do it again, otherwise I will definitely have to clean them up with these junior high school sophomores.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers also dispersed, and it was strange that I scolded me and didn't disperse. Not to mention, these onlookers really don't have a good relationship with me, this fast food restaurant is all junior high school and junior high school students come to eat, almost no junior high school students come to eat here, everyone has eaten enough for 2 years. My two younger brothers then asked me, "Brother Zhong, why don't we ask who found them?"

I said, "We're going to beat all three of them like this, let's go and ask a." "At this time, the anger in my heart burned again, Tan Jie, you are dead.

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