Four boys stood in the way, led by fatter, European and American bodies are already tall, fourteen or fifteen-year-old children, much stronger than their domestic peers, and fat, bigger and bigger. Not all stations are the first romance debut, search + read the book network and you will know.

Erya has grown a lot taller in recent years than the thin and small appearance of lack of nutrition in previous years, but after all, she is a standard Asian girl, slender, slender, surrounded by four boys, and she looks more and more weak.

The other children after school noticed the abnormality and would take a few more looks, but no one dared to care, and the students in the aristocratic schools were still high and low, and they were not equal.

In a world that follows the law of the jungle, there is no such thing as true equality.

The reason why the fat man who blocked Erya was rampant and domineering was because his family background was above most students, and he was a thorn in the head that the school did not dare to manage and dare not provoke.

"Please get out of the way." Erya holds the dictionary and ignores the boys with hippie smiling faces in the way, fearless, and has been harassed by them many times, but she has never really suffered, and every time she uses teachers or passers-by to skillfully resolve the deadlock.

Perfectly conceals the identity of strength.

The basic techniques that killers must master.

Erya, who has been learning art with several masters for some days, has performed remarkably well in this regard.

"This is our territory, and the one who should roll is you, Chinese biaozi." The fat boy's vicious remarks obviously have great discrimination against Chinese, which mostly stems from the influence of the family environment and social atmosphere, and the self-proclaimed open European and American world is full of all kinds of prejudice, slander and discrimination against China.

"There is no law prohibiting me from staying here, and this is not your family's private territory, so you don't care if I go or stay." Erya retorted in fluent English.

The fat man pouted his lips with disdain, gave the three attendants a look, and the three boys who aided in the abuse immediately surrounded him, pushing Erya, who was pushed backwards again and again, and was unexpectedly tripped by the road, one stumbled, the dictionary in her hand fell to the ground, she bit her lip and squatted down, picking up the dictionary.

Endure, endure and endure.

She plans to suffer a little bit and cope with this bullying.

The little girl ignores the evil side of human nature, and forbearance and generosity are often exchanged for gaining inches, and influencing the other party with her own losses, it is really not as practical as playing the piano to the cow.

A boy raised his foot and kicked the big dictionary, and a photo sandwiched in the dictionary fell, and the second girl hurriedly picked it up, which was the only thought left to her by her brother.

Coincidentally, the photo fell at the fat man's feet, and the fat man picked it up first, looked at the photo, showed disdain, and said angrily: "You are in such a hurry, is the person in the photo with you having a leg?" ”

"Shameless, bastard, give me the picture back." Erya angrily asked for the photo, far beyond the reason of her peers, and still suppressed her urge to fight back.

"Kneel down and beg me for a picture." The fat man smiled evilly, pinched the hand of the photo, and raised it high.

Do your hands, or kneel?

Erya bit her lip, hesitated for a few seconds, and chose the latter, to endure what ordinary people can't bear, and to be unbearable by ordinary people, this is the heart that killers must have.

In a foreign land, Erya didn't want to cause trouble, didn't want to make trouble for the master and even Brother Yang Zi, she slowly knelt in front of the fat man, and said indifferently: "Please return the photo to me." ”

The fat man and his attendant looked at Erya like a fool, and then laughed, forcing the weak girl to kneel, as if it brought them great pleasure, and what was even more hateful was that the fat man smiled and laughed, and the hands raised above his head tore apart the photos that Erya had treasured for many years, and the Erya who knelt on the ground witnessed this scene and was anxious.

The only remaining photo of my brother's military uniform.

One of her thoughts, one sustenance.

It's so broken, the fat man is tearing this girl's heart!

The kneeling Er Ya couldn't bear it, stood up straight, raised his legs, and hit the fat man's bulging crotch hard, and the fat man who was getting carried away about what he had done was heart-rending in pain, bent over to cover his crotch, and Er Ya followed a double wind to his ears.

The sturdy fat man was hit hard in a row, shook, and fell to the ground softly, unconscious, and the fat man's followers were stunned and at a loss.

Er Ya picked up the photo torn into two pieces with an expressionless face, carefully put it into the mezzanine of the satchel, turned around and walked a few steps, then bent down to pick up the dictionary, patted off the dust on it, and walked away unhurriedly.

A trace of blood oozed from the nose and ears of the fat man who fainted, and the three little boys who followed the fat man were so frightened that their faces were colorless, and they ran back to the school, and soon, the teacher and the school doctor rushed out of the school gate in a hurry, and called an ambulance while giving simple treatment to the fat man.

At this time, Erya had already entered the subway station near the school, and took the subway back to where she lived, Wimbledon, a wealthy neighborhood in southwest London.

Erya got off at the place, walked out of the subway station, bypassed Richmond Royal Park, and entered a quiet path with excellent greenery, with villas lining both sides of the road.

The house on this street is very expensive, nearly two thousand dollars per square foot, and a villa is equivalent to millions of pounds, and the second girl lives here, which was arranged by Yang Chen.

The little girl entered the three-story bungalow with the garage in the back garden of the small courtyard and found the master, a middle-aged man with a short stature and a lovely smile, Jarvis, a Norwegian, an expert in the Arctic fox firearms blasting, and a master sniper.

Erya has four masters, but she likes Jarvis the most, the other three masters are too cold and strict, and they are not smiling, Jarvis, who is doing maintenance for a sniper rifle, glanced at Erya who bowed his head and was silent, and asked with a smile: "Look at your appearance, do you have something on your mind?" ”

"Master, I'm sorry, I got into trouble and injured the fat man who often bullied me." Erya explained truthfully, and then told what happened.

Yalvis listened with a smile as he wiped his gun.

This man with a short beard and round gold wire glasses, like a scholar or university professor, patiently waited for Erya to finish speaking, touched the top of Erya's head lovingly, and said with a smile: "I can't bear it, there is really no need to endure it, fight well, I will accompany you to school tomorrow to deal with this matter." ”

Erya hummed softly.

"Let's go, let's try our marksmanship." As he spoke, Jarvis walked to the cabinet that looked like a wardrobe, opened the cabinet door, reached into the clothes that covered the side wall of the wardrobe, pressed it a few times, and the partition of the wardrobe against the wall automatically opened.

Yalvis picked one of them, disassembled it with the sniper rifle that had been wiped clean before, packed it into a suitcase, left the villa with the gun and the second girl, and drove to the suburbs.

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"What, incapacitated?"

In a luxurious office in a skyscraper in central London, the man answering the phone frantically pulled the tie that bound the collar of his shirt and yelled at the person on the other end of the phone: "Do everything you can to cure my son, or I will make the rest of your life more miserable than mine." ”

At the door, several men and women wearing professional clothes who looked like workplace elites were terrified.

After the man finished yelling, he smashed his mobile phone, pointed to the large flat-screen TV hanging on the wall, and said angrily: "I sent him to No. 10 Downing Street, in the UK, someone dares to touch my son." ”

A few extremely nervous men and women subconsciously peeked into the TV screen, and the prime minister was giving a speech.