"Scrap him..."

These three words swirled in Martin's mind, and he looked at the flower-armed man in horror, subconsciously dodged back, and shook his head vigorously. ? ｗ?ｗ?ｗ?． ｒａｎｗｅｎa`ｃｏｍ

The flower-armed man frowned, fortunately he had just brought back his sunglasses, otherwise, this look would have scared Martin into tears, leaning forward, baring his big yellow teeth, very sure, "You're a bad seed!" Scared cowards..."

He seems to be an instigator, and as a man in the palace, he already understands what boys of Martin's age care about most, they don't allow their courage to be tarnished, so you have to stimulate him.

Sure enough, Martin suddenly raised his head, and there was a little struggle and anger on his childish face.

Derek continued to add to the fierce material, sneering, "If you want to be a woman, I am willing to pay to send you to Thailand, this world itself does not belong to the sissy." ”

Cissy?

Martin's face flushed sickly, grabbed the baseball bat, dragged him to the ground, and walked towards Hemingway.

"Squeak, squeak..."

The baseball bat was scratching on the ground, making a very rhythmic sound, but to Hemingway's ears, it was not so friendly.

"You... What are you doing! Hemingway was frightened, propped his hands, and moved back to the ground, "My father is a middle school director, and if you dare to hit me, you'll be fired, bastard." ”

The hunter becomes the prey...

This sudden shift is subtle.

The outburst of honest people will not regret this statement, especially after hesitating, the instigator behind him is still constantly stimulated, and the tsk in his mouth seems to be saying that Martin is a piece of stinky shit that can't be helped.

"Boss, will something happen here? If the U.S. side knows, we're afraid—" The little brother looked at Derek with some concern, after all, the above just let himself give gifts, not to pull the other party in.

Derek clasped his hands, smiled, and touched his bald head, "What are you afraid of?" ”

His eyes flickered, he didn't know why, maybe it was a mental illness, he liked Martin's toughness a little, and he really wanted to bring the other party in and teach him a truth.

In this world, there is no room for honest people, who will not die? It's a big deal to do it, just go to heaven a few years early...

Derek was once chased by someone with a knife for four or five streets, and he was forced to carry several knives on his body, but in the end, he escaped with bravery, and was rescued in the hospital for three days, and his eyeballs were "lost" at that time.

"Ah!!h

A shrill scream interrupted Derek's thoughts, and he jerked his head up to see Hemingway rolling on the ground with his leg in his arms, all twisted, and it was clear that the stick had broken his leg.

Derek smiled...

Don't worry at all, after all, German orthopedics are notoriously good.

He walked over and patted Martin, who was still trembling and excited? Fear? It varies, but obviously, the mood is surging.

The classmates around him looked at him with a look of disbelief.

This... Is it Martin?

That kid who is as timid as a mouse and doesn't dare to speak loudly when he sees a girl?

There is simply no way to coincide with the person standing in front of him with a baseball bat right now.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, a sharp and piercing scolding sounded, and I saw four or five people running out of the school, Will was also among them, and the leader was a white man with glasses, a little fat, and he could be out of breath when he ran a few steps, nervously saw the student who fell to the ground, twisted his brows, and looked at Derek again, maybe the flower arm was still a little scary, and he couldn't help but be bold.

"Teacher, haven't you ever seen a fight?"

Derek looked very understated and didn't care at all.

The corners of the fat man's mouth twitched, and he said to Will, "Call the police!" After a pause, he asked him to call an ambulance, Hemingway, I'm afraid it's really useless.

"Classmate, you come here for me and mingle with the bad people outside, I think you are tarnishing the reputation of the Lichtenberg Innovative Grammar School..." Lan Xin grimaced.

Martin was really a little at a loss, and subconsciously looked up at the flower-armed man, as if asking for help. The latter touched his head, not worried at all, and leaned on Martin's ear, laughing and saying, "Do you want to mess with me?" Brat? ”

Mix?

The word is very simple to disassemble, three points of water plus a day than...

Simple, clear and crude!

Martin was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to shake his head, he still remembered that his sister told him that he must study, as long as he has good grades, he will be sent to further study, and little Martin also has a seed buried in his heart to make money and make a fortune, but as soon as he was about to refuse, he asked the ghost, "Can... Is it profitable? ”

Derek opened his mouth slightly, he didn't expect Martin to ask such a question.

Of course, there are many categories of Hell Angels to make money, but many of them are not visible, the most important thing is that they are not suitable for the other party to come in, he hesitated, and suddenly regretted it a little, if he let the American side know that he brought him in to sell flour, I am afraid that he will be put into a sack to reclaim the sea!

"Are you going to follow me to collect protection money?" Derek stared at Martin Dow.

Martin lowered his head and didn't open his mouth, Norbert. Lan Sing was so angry on the side that he was about to stomp his feet, and his face darkened, "Who's that!" What is your name? Who are your teachers? ”

The Dean of Education asked three times in a row?

"You've got a lot of!" Derek picks up a baseball bat and points it at Norbert. Lan Xin was almost on the top of his head, and the other party was so frightened that he died down in an instant, but surrounded by students, as well as parents and passers-by, made him in a dilemma, stiffening his neck, "This is an educational institution, what are you going to do?" ”

Damn it! Retarded!

Derek spat disdainfully, didn't bother to answer, and swept it directly with a stick and hit Norbert. On Lan Xin's arm, no matter how thick the other party's fat is, it can't be stopped, and a crisp sound of fractures is heard...

"Whoa!" Norbert. Lan Xin screamed like a pig, heartbreaking, and roared with his hands.

"My brother is being bullied by you, you don't care, I'll take care of it! The next time I see someone bullying him, I'll break your leg. Derek grabbed the other man by the hair and lifted his head up, spitting all over the place, and Norbert felt that his mouth was so stinky...

At this time, there are already alarm bells from far and near.

Derek pushed the other party away, straightened his clothes, and handed the baseball bat to Martin, with a smile on his face, a little oozing, "This is a gift for you, Patagonia baseball bat, I heard that you like baseball, practice well." ”

Baseball bats in Patagonia?

$1,300!

Martin's eyes widened and he thought he had misheard, this was a luxury, his head went blank, and before he could react, he was pushed aside by Derek, "Stand by the side." ”

Martin looked to the other side, and saw three policemen getting out of the car, and when they saw the injured person on the ground, their faces changed, and they were busy scolding, while Derek and his horse boy seemed to be very experienced, holding their heads and squatting down, letting the other party be handcuffed, their faces were not nervous at all, and occasionally joked with one of the policewomen, and when they were pressed into the car, they didn't forget to turn around and wave at Martin, and the voice was very loud, "Don't coax, just do it!" ”

"Damn! You tap—" He was locked in the car before he could finish speaking.

Martin hugged the baseball bat in his hand tightly, looked at Hemingway and others who fell to the ground and screamed, and felt comfortable in his heart...

The kind of person who bullies himself, the pleasure of being beaten down by himself, is really comfortable.

……