Chapter Seventy-Six: Brother, What Hatred?
The sudden sound made the short young man stunned suddenly, and then a trace of panic flashed across his face, and as the voice fell, Wang Ming's figure slowly walked out from the side of the corridor.
His eyes casually swept over the shadow of the short young man protruding from the corridor, Wang Ming took a deep breath, such a hot weather, high-intensity all-out running, even if he insisted on exercising every day, his heart was racing at the moment, and his breathing was a little disordered.
Slowly suppressing the churning qi and blood in his body, Wang Ming's eyes looked at the short young man in front of him, and when his palm stretched out, his steps moved, blocking the short young man's retreat.
"I said, brother, what enmity? What are you doing here? What wallet, you're like this in broad daylight, I'm going to call the police. ”
The short young man's expression moved slightly, the wallet in his hand was put away by him, and he clapped his hands, Wang Ming in front of him didn't look as big as him, and his figure was slightly thin, at this moment, when his mind was slightly certain, he took a small step ahead, and then pretended to be stupid and said, but a trace of unnaturalness on his face was clearly captured by Wang Ming.
"Don't admit it, do you? It doesn't matter, if you see the police later, you can explain to him, as long as the police believe you, I will turn around and leave. ”
In this regard, Wang Ming's dark eyes flashed slightly, and at this moment, as his breathing gradually calmed down, his outstretched palm was gently withdrawn, but the indifference on his face made the short young man's face change slightly.
"Okay, okay, today is considered unlucky, give you a hundred yuan, get away."
Seeing that Wang Ming saw through, relying on his burly figure, the short young man's face changed suddenly, and then his face became gloomy, although there is no one in the community now, but he doesn't want to make a big deal about it, in that case, even if he wants to run, it is difficult to run away, and Wang Ming in front of him, at best, is a chick who has just entered the society, and therefore, when he groaned in his heart, the short young man's face was impatient, and he took out a blue hundred-yuan bill from his wallet and threw it at Wang Ming.
The banknote in his hand was thrown aside, and the short young man was in the wrong shape, so he wanted to rush out to the other side, in his opinion, no matter what, Wang Ming in front of him would go to take the hundred yuan, and it would just make room for it.
Wang Ming smiled slightly, he didn't look at the hundred-yuan bill that fell to the ground on the side, and at this moment, his body moved, and the moment he stopped the short young man, his palm suddenly reached out and suddenly grabbed his collar.
The sudden change made the short young man startled, and his forward body was already uncontrollable and rushed out in front of Wang Ming, seeing that the hundred-yuan bill did not play the role he imagined, and on the suddenly changed face, a gloomy color emerged.
"Damn, you're looking for death."
The short young man's face was gloomy, seeing Wang Ming's palm grabbing it, there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes, and the speed of his progress was even more violent, at the same time, his right fist was clenched, and the green tendons on it were surging, full of anger, and it slammed away at Wang Ming's face.
Wang Ming's body was extremely flexible, his upper body was abruptly sideways, dodging the powerful punch, and at the same time, his right hand grabbed the collar of the short young man and pulled it downward, but his left shoulder suddenly went up, the short young man couldn't hold his body, and was hit hard in the chest by this blow, and between the blood and blood in his chest, there was a brief blank in his mind.
With a successful blow, Wang Ming's body shape was wrong, and in this short time, he flicked his right shoulder and put the short young man to the ground, and at the same time, the soles of his feet wearing cloth shoes, without the slightest hesitation, stepped on the short young man's thigh.
"Whew..."
The short young man let out a miserable scream, and at this moment he only felt a heart-piercing pain in his thigh, and his heart hated Wang Ming in front of him to the extreme, but Wang Ming here, his face was gloomy at the moment, and there was a trace of red anger rising in his dark eyes, and as the short young man let out a scream that was not like a human voice, Wang Ming woke up in horror.
Outside the community, passers-by who heard the screams of the short young man also stopped, but no one dared to come in, this was originally at the side door of the community, and this kind of old building facing demolition, pedestrians were scarce, and at this moment, when each other's eyes were intertwined, Zhao Sijia, who was hurrying to the side, also arrived here.
Zhao Sijia's heart was in turmoil, and the miserable voices just now were like a heavy hammer hitting her heart, making her beautiful face slightly pale when she was extremely worried in her heart.
"Alas, this reckless little guy really ran so fast to chase his wallet."
Zhao Sijia was anxious in her heart, with a trace of guilt on her face, and when this moment came, she walked quickly towards the community without the slightest hesitation.
Wang Ming calmed down, and at this moment the short man was lying on the ground, holding his thighs with his hands, his face and clothes were covered with dirt mixed with sweat, and he looked at Wang Ming's eyes with hatred that could not be concealed.
"Boy, sooner or later I'll kill you."
The short man said viciously, and as his voice fell, the palm of his hand suddenly reached out, pulled out a dagger that he carried with him, and stabbed it at Wang Ming's thigh.
Wang Ming was startled, and immediately retreated quickly behind him, but it was still a little late, and when the dagger slashed through the trousers, Wang Ming's calf was scratched with a shallow blood mark.
Wang Ming's forehead was sweating, and his heartbeat was quickened by this sudden move, but maybe he didn't even notice that the dark eyes that had just recovered because of the screams of the short young man, at this time, with Wang Ming's gaze looking at the short young man with a hideous face and struggling to get up, a violent scarlet color gradually occupied Wang Ming's pupils, as if he had inherited the iron-blooded spirit of his father's soldiers.
Wang Ming was short of breath, and the injury on his calf was not severe, and even because he dodged in time, only a blood mark was left, but despite this, in the midst of the entanglement of fear and anger in his heart, Wang Ming's face was gloomy, regretting that he had just left his hand, and when he turned around, he copied a wooden board next to the community in his hand, and without the slightest hesitation, he swept towards the short young man without saying a word.
The short young man had already climbed up, bending over at the moment, panting heavily, the pain in his thighs made him as uncomfortable as if he had lost his strength, soft, his eyes were staring at Wang Ming, but he was thinking of a way to get out, just now with a knife of hatred, his confidence was bursting, and he also thought that he had shocked Wang Ming.
But at this moment, with his gaze, his face also changed sharply, when Wang Ming reached out and picked up a wooden board stacked together next to the community, the short young man was suddenly startled in his heart, and at this moment, seeing Wang Ming rushing towards him, he felt a trace of panic in his heart, and the blood in the young man's dark eyes made him unable to even raise the courage to fight back again.
"I was wrong, I'll give the wallet."
The short young man roared, and his face became more and more flustered at this moment, but after his voice fell, Wang Ming's speed increased instead of decreasing, and when he came closer, under the gaze of the short young man's dull eyes, he jumped slightly, and then the wooden plank of the palm of his hand was lifted to the back of his head, and he wanted to swing it down at the top of the short young man's head.
"Wang Ming, don't!"