"Boss!" "Angkor!" After a few seconds of surprise, the students in the Internet café had almost run away, leaving only Wang Gang and his gang, and a few thugs couldn't help but shout out in disbelief as they looked at Wu Gang who was dripping with blood in front of them. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What are you doing in a daze! Let's go!" Fan Cheng held half a wine bottle in his hand, protected it in front of him, pulled Liu Lu and Wu Xinmei behind him, and shouted to the two in a daze with a solemn expression.

Liu Lu was excited, his eyes gradually returned to clarity, he looked at the surrounding scene, gritted his teeth, and Wu Xinmei held hands and was about to run towards the door.

"Want to go, no way!" At this moment, a thug rushed over and was about to stop in front of the two people at the door, but there was a strong force beside him, and his body couldn't help but tilt, but he got out of the way, and Liu Lu and Wu Xinmei took the opportunity to get out.

"Stinky boy, do you want to die?!" After the little gangster stood still, he looked at the backs of Liu Lu and the others outside the door with pity, and looked at Fan Cheng, who was rubbing his shoulders, and scolded with a fierce face.

Fan Cheng didn't speak, just watched Liu Lu's figure at the door gradually disappear, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, as long as the two of them are out of danger, then he will be at ease, Zhengji, your promise, I can only do this, he looked at the appearance of the Internet café, the chairs were stacked messily, and the bar owner had long since lost sight of where to hide, leaving only him and the other five standing in this messy space, hostile to each other, and the atmosphere was full of gunpowder smell, as if as long as there was a spark, it would detonate the general tension.

"Give it to me, hack him to death! No! Chop off his limbs and let him spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair!" Wu Gang, who was a little blindsided by a wine bottle, finally woke up from his dizziness at this moment, and a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

After the words were spoken, a trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the little gangsters, and they all tightened the machete in their hands, and gradually approached Fan Cheng step by step, and Fan Cheng, as a high school student who was not deeply involved in the world, how could he have seen this formation, the heartbeat was fast, after the courage, a layer of delicate sweat unconsciously appeared on the brain, the hand holding the wine bottle was smooth and greasy hands were full of sweat, almost unable to hold it firmly, he unconsciously slowly stepped back, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and many thoughts crossed his mind at this moment.

It's true, it's not the scene of watching the movie "Crazy Boy" in the cinema, How many people are enthusiastic when watching the movie, fantasizing that they are also killing in all directions, how many people fantasize about becoming the protagonist, but when they really face this kind of scene, they know that the movie is just a lie, no one can be calm in the face of a few cold and shining machetes, his mind unconsciously appeared the appearance of the knife slashing on his body, the appearance of himself falling in a pool of blood, the appearance of Wang Gang and his group venting on their bodies like chopping meat, the appearance of their own rescue in the hospital, and the appearance of their parents in themselvesThe appearance of crying bitterly in front of the "corpse", at that time, they must be very sad and sad, as an only child, the child is not filial, I am afraid that he will not be able to give filial piety to the second elder.

Thinking of this, the appearance of Masaki appeared in his mind again, whether he would be sad after learning of his death, whether he would come back to see himself, whether he would take care of his parents instead of himself, whether he would avenge himself, the scenes of his and Masaki getting along over the years flashed in his mind, the corners of his mouth slowly pulled, revealing a smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, the answer is yes, Masaki, he will not let himself down!

Masaki, after I'm gone, I'll leave it all to you!

The thoughts in his mind were mixed, and in reality it was just a moment, Fan Cheng's eyes gradually carried a kind of emotion of death and resurrection, the hand holding the wine bottle became strong again, looking at the other party's approaching figure, he did not forget to look at the surrounding terrain as quickly as possible, looking for all life! He also has to be strong, don't break out in cowardice, just die in cowardice, Fan Cheng suddenly woke up, if Zhengji is as discouraged and desperate as he is now, and loses the courage to fight, I am afraid that he is still the number one person at the end of the crane in the whole grade, God is fair after all, it will give you a difficult environment, and you will be honed and built, if you are not strong, then you can only be destroyed!

"Angkor, don't do things too much! I've already called the police, if something happens to this child, none of you will end well!" At this time, the figure of the owner of the Internet café, who had not known where to go, flashed out of the door, looked at the scene in the field, and raised the mobile phone in his hand and shouted loudly.

The gangsters glanced at each other, with a little hesitation in their eyes, they fought fiercely, they were ruthless, and it didn't mean that they were willing to spend more than ten years or even a lifetime in that class.

"I'll let you cut it! With me, what are you afraid of! Have you forgotten who I am?" Wu Gang didn't care at all, and kicked the nearest junior brother hard, shouting with a fearless expression on his face.

"By the way, Angkor Lao Tzu is the president of the procuratorate, what are we afraid of? Last time, I stabbed a student at the school gate who didn't pay protection money, isn't it okay?" The gangsters thought about it at this moment, their hearts settled, and they brazenly approached Fan Cheng.

Fan Cheng retreated step by step, and was gradually forced into a corner, while the boss at the door was powerless to watch this scene, and could only hope in his heart that the police would come as soon as possible.

"Cut him!" I don't know who it was, he shouted first, picked up the machete and slashed at Fan Cheng's face, without leaving his hand at all, Fan Cheng looked at the knife light that crossed the air, at this moment, it was probably the most dangerous moment he had ever encountered in his life, subconsciously, raised his arm to block his face.

"Stab", Fan Cheng snorted, the sleeve on his arm was easily cut by the blade, a chill was followed by a piercing pain, blood quickly flowed down the arm, and then, the abdomen was painful, but I don't know who followed with a strong heartfelt foot, "bang", Fan Cheng was kicked to the wall, covering his sore lower abdomen, feeling the hot pain, he forcibly raised his head to look at the other party, even if it was death!

"Oh I didn't see it, this kid is quite bold, he dares to stare at Lao Tzu when he is dying", the gangster who gave Fan Cheng a knife just now snorted, stepped forward and grabbed Fan Cheng's hair, lifted it up violently, and said with a cruel smile.

"Pimp, don't talk nonsense, I've broken all his tendons and tendons for me, I want to see how hard he can be, dare to open my Wu Gang's scoop, he is the first!" Wu Gang's voice came.

"Okay, Brother Wang, look at me!" a little thug smiled, grabbed Fan Cheng's wrist and was about to go under the knife.

When Fan Cheng heard the other party's conversation, his heart was sad, if he was really picked off by the other party, wouldn't he be a waste person in the future? It's better to die, I don't know where the strength comes from to use my heart, Fan Cheng screamed violently, pulled it violently, as if he couldn't feel the pain, pulled the hair out of the other party's hand, leaving the other party to look at the hair in his hand with a confused face, Fan Cheng took the broken beer bottle and waved it vigorously in front of his eyes, although he was eager, it did not achieve results, but he succeeded in forcing everyone away for the time being, leaving a gap in his position, he suddenly rolled and crawled out of the encirclement, standing behind several people on the other side of the Internet café panting, looking at each other with red eyes。

Feeling the slightest coolness and tearing pain in his back, Fan Cheng subconsciously wiped it with his hand, and the slippery and sticky blood was all over his hands, but when he rushed out just now, I don't know who it was, and he added a knife wound to his back while he was not paying attention, Fan Cheng didn't care about the injury behind him, and touched half of the sweat beads on his face, leaving a blood-red palm print on his face.

"A bunch of waste, go on! I have to do it myself!" Wu Gang looked at the scene in front of him very dissatisfied, snatched the machete from a thug, and without saying a word, took the lead in rushing towards Fan Cheng, and the younger brothers behind him followed closely.

Fan Cheng saw the other party rushing forward, he was not stupid, he picked up the chair on the ground and stood, and smashed it towards the crowd, for a while, the person turned on his back, and he blocked the other party for a moment.

Wu Gang pulled away the chair in front of him, rubbed his smashed arm that was a little painful, and looked at Fan Cheng, who was panting with his knees in front of him, and rushed up, but Fan Cheng could only raise his arms in vain, and protected the important parts of his body with his feelings.

One knife, two knives, three knives, rolling, roaring, arms, back, chest, legs, surrounded by Fan Cheng although he struggled, but his fists were hard to beat four hands, with more and more knife wounds on his body, the blood almost soaked through his clothes, the original snow-white school uniform had become light red, but the other party who had been mad did not have the slightest intention of stopping, still as if he was cutting raw flesh with a knife on Fan Cheng's body, Fan Cheng's eyes were covered with blood, a piece of blood red, and the strength came from nowhere, as if returning to the light, Fan Cheng stabbed out the broken wine bottle in his hand, accompaniedWith a "snort", Wu Gang, who was standing in front of him viciously wielding a knife, seemed to be a robot that had been pressed the pause button, and was stunned in place, looking at the wine bottle deeply inserted in his abdomen in disbelief, the corners of his mouth tugged, and then, blood flowed out along the other end of the wine bottle.