"Slut, don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know, you put on a little white face who can write essays, don't think that you can get rid of me like this!" He Dongyang went down the stairs and said hatefully.

After thinking about it for a while, he picked up the black "Big Brother" as thick as a brick, dialed the number a few times in a row, and then said fiercely to the other party: "Brother Mazi, it's me, Ah Yang, you help me call a few brothers, well, I'm going to beat someone, that guy soaked me in horses...... Are you drinking nearby? That's great, you guys go to the door of the first lieutenant colonel. ”

Mazi's surname is Qiu, a self-employed person who runs transportation, and is He Dongyang's distant cousin, using He Dongyang's father's relationship to open up various road inspections, do cigarettes, televisions, and watch reselling business, make a fortune, and become more and more bold, and win over a group of brothers to make a big company, he yelled over there: "Dare to soak my brother Mazi, this matter can't be finished, I'll bring someone to cut him now...... Dongyang, why don't you speak? ”

He Dongyang thought about it for a while and said: "Don't take the guy, this is No. 1 Middle School, the consequences of the accident are serious, just beat him into a pig's head." ”

Although Mazi drank wine, he was still a little rational and asked, "Is this guy very hard in the background?" ”

He Dongyang said disdainfully: "It's a poor hillbilly who can write a few bullshit articles." However, there is an editor who is very kind to him, and he is the daughter of Mayor Tang. ”

Mazi sneered: "It's not my own son, I asked my brother to cut him, and then let him go to other provinces to run for a few years, as long as he doesn't die, it's fine!" ”

He Dongyang thought about the scene of being despised by Lan Xue, now he is obviously rich and talented, and it is only meaningful to make friends with brothers to wander the rivers and lakes, the little lady has no eyes, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, if you can, just cut him, it's best to let him break his appearance!" ”

Then, he went to the first (2) class of high school and asked about Yang Zijian's whereabouts, and his classmates thought it was a reader who admired Yang Zijian, so they told him.

"Eating out? God help me! He Dongyang laughed a few times.

It was more than 12:40 p.m.

Yang Zijian invited his friends to have a big meal, spent less than 30 yuan, and was in a very happy mood, but his right eyelid kept jumping, and his right eye should be ruined!

Wang Yun looked at his right cheek and found a small black dot, which seemed to be soy sauce, and immediately took out a tissue to help him dry it.

He Dongyang was so jealous under a French plane tree in the distance that he almost burned him down. This Wang Yun, who was in the same class as him in the third year of junior high school, pursued it once, but did not succeed. It's just that he didn't expect that the two girls he liked were all interested in Yang Zijian, a hillbilly who can write some bullshit articles, which obviously belongs to the protagonist template of his martial arts novels, how did it turn to Yang Zijian?

You must destroy him!

I can't get it, and I can't make this kid proud!

At this time, the eldest brother rang loudly, and He Dongyang gritted his teeth and said: "They came out of Ah Rong's small fried shop, you cut him at the holly fence, you must cut his face!" ”

Yang Zijian and his friends walked on the short road, on the left was a holly fence across the road, and on the right was a small forest, at this time, a group of fierce strong men suddenly rushed out in front, seven or eight people, flat heads, fancy clothes, hideous expressions, most of them were holding short sticks, only two of them were holding knives.

After all, Yang Zijian is a person from the past, and he has seen gangsters and gangsters fight several times in high school and college, but these people are adults in their twenties and thirties, more like hooligans or gangs doing illegal business. ”

After speaking, he took Wang Yun's hand and turned around and ran, and Xie Xiaoqin and the others also ran away.

As soon as the group saw that Yang Zijian was so clever, they immediately chased after him, and shouted words such as "cut him", "Yang Zijian stop", "suffer death" and so on.

When Yang Zijian heard that it was actually aimed at himself, he was even more shocked, ran faster, and shouted to his friend: "You run to the other side of the highway, go and call the police, and notify the school and the security department of the bearing factory!" ”

From time to time, he looked back and found that the gangsters had drunk some wine, staggered and babbled, and were not running fast.

Yang Zijian immediately opened his voice and shouted: "The hooligans have cut down a middle school student, uncles and uncles, come and arrest them!" ”

When the classmates heard this, they ran and shouted "catch the hooligans".

Nearby workers listened, or rushed over with benches or clothes sticks, two chefs of Ah Rong Xiaofang also rushed out with kitchen knives, and several customers also rushed out with chairs.

In this era, the consciousness of the masses is very high, especially in the vicinity of No. 1 Middle School, almost all of them are government departments and state-owned enterprises, all of which are organized, and self-employed people will also consciously maintain social order, and after the "hooliganism" has been severely cracked down, it has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Ahh Zhang Yimin listened, but her brain was blank with fright, her body was slightly fat, her steps were clumsy, she accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, looking at the group of gangsters rushing straight towards her, crying and shouting: "Help me!" ”

Wang Yun was startled, broke away from Yang Zijian's hand, and rushed back with his bare hands.

"Be careful, don't fight hard!" Yang Zijian hurriedly stopped and shouted.

Wang Yun not only had to protect Zhang Yimin, but also dragged the gangsters from chasing Yang Zijian, so he punched and kicked, pulled right and stumbled, and fought with them.

This group of gangsters didn't want to be entangled with Wang Yun, but after being swept down by Wang Yun one after another, they were ferocious, and they slashed at Wang Yun with a knife and a short stick.

At this time, the nearby crowd had already rushed over, Yang Zijian gritted his teeth, fought hard, picked up a broken brick from the side of the road and rushed over, the broken brick was harder than a fist, and it could also smash people.

He Dongyang watched it thrilling from a distance, but he didn't expect that the group of people in Mazi were impulsive and mentally retarded, and they made such a huge noise, and the main owner didn't hit it, but he had to be made dumplings by the masses, in case Mazi confessed to him, it would be bad.

He was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, thinking of the terrible consequences of his "juvenile delinquent" life behind bars, in a hurry, he rushed out wearing a pair of newly bought sunglasses and shouted: "Brother Mazi, stop fighting, you guys run, don't let people catch you!" ”

Wang Yun heard the sound and looked at it, from the voice to the figure, he immediately recognized it as his former classmate He Dongyang, this junior high school repeater thought that his family was illustrious and tall and handsome, and all the girls he liked should revolve around him, so he pestered her again and again and was taught by her.

Wang Yun was even more angry, and at the same time felt more guilty: he caused trouble for Yang Zijian! After all, Yang Zijian has always had no quarrel with others and has never had a grudge against anyone, on the contrary, because she was frivolous and ignorant in junior high school, she got along with boys casually, and inadvertently hurt the feelings of many boys, and she was also sought revenge several times.

"He Dongyang, you rogue bastard!" Wang Yun's eyes erupted with fire, and he rushed over.

Mazi next to her took the opportunity to take a knife and slash at her head.

"Ah Yun be careful!" Yang Zijian swooped over, throwing bricks at Mazi while pushing Wang Yun away and blocking it with his back.

Burst!

Yang Zijian's right shoulder was slashed diagonally, the skin was open, and the blood was shallow, but his brick also smashed into Mazi's neck, Mazi's artery was injured, his mouth spurted blood, and he fell to the ground and convulsed.