"Don't go with them, there are a lot of people here, they don't dare to do anything, after all, this is a school, and there are teachers..."

"I'll be fine, don't worry, I'll be back in a while." Marx took Jianyi's hand down and said to Jianyi.

"Fuck off, it's none of your business here." The bad boy has no patience, he stops him again and again, scolds and scolds, and he wants to raise his foot and kick him.

"You dare to kick it?" Seeing this, Marx threatened in a cold voice.

"You... Come with us. The delinquent boy at the head was just about to lift his feet, when he heard Marx's words, felt the pain in his calf, which had not yet faded, made a move, glanced at Marx fiercely, greeted him, and turned to leave.

Marx gave Kanichi a reassuring look, and left with these delinquent teenagers.

I met a lot of students along the way, and when they saw the delinquent teenagers, they all took the initiative to avoid them, looked at Marx who was surrounded by delinquent teenagers, discussed with each other in a whisper, and looked at Marx's eyes, a little pitiful.

These delinquent teenagers were familiar with the school environment, and soon took Marx to a remote alley.

This alley is a gap between two teaching buildings, about two people wide, the backlight is a little shady, and the surrounding walls seem to have been painted, but vaguely, you can still see some traces of graffiti.

Moreover, there are a lot of cigarette butts on the ground, and a few dirty beer bottles in the corner, and it is clear that this is the place where most of the delinquent teenagers in the school frequent, where they smoke and drink and hide from the teachers.

"Have you gotten to the place? So you can say directly, what do you want to do with me? Marx asked when he saw the delinquent teenagers stop.

"To be honest, my brothers have been a little tight lately, and I want to borrow some money from you, and besides, I have a few friends who see that you are very unpleasant, so please let us knock you..."

When the delinquent boy saw his own land, there were not so many people around, and he didn't have to be afraid of the teacher running over, so he let go, talked to Marx, and stretched out his hand into Marx's pocket, wanting to take out Marx's wallet.

'Smack! However, before his hand touched Marx's pocket, Marx waved his hand and slapped it directly on his hand with a crisp sound.

"Not cooperative?" The delinquent boy was in pain, covering his hand, and where he was slapped by Marx, his skin was visibly red and purple, and he glared at Marx.

"Simply put, you just want money." As he spoke, Marx took out his wallet from his pocket, and took out all the living expenses that the system had prepared for him in the wallet.

"Give me all the money, and my brothers will do it lightly, so that you won't be too ugly." The delinquent boy just wanted to make trouble and let his subordinates teach Marx a lesson, but when he saw that Marx took the initiative to take out the money, it was still so much money, and his eyes immediately lit up.

The system prepared for Marx, 300,000 yen of living expenses, as long as it is not too extravagant, including rent, utilities and other expenses, enough for Marx to live here for more than two months.

If Marx had saved a little, it would have been fine to live for four or five months.

And these bad teenagers, when will they see so much money, or they will appear in front of them at one time.

You know, if 300,000 yen is converted into RMB, it is nearly 20,000 yuan, which is a huge amount of money.

At this time, in the eyes of these bad teenagers, Marx completely became a fortune boy, this huge amount of money is enough for them to eat and drink spicy food, and they will be chic for a long time.

They really didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain just to teach a transfer student, and the transfer student seemed to be a big fat sheep, and they could often chat with him in the future.

Looking at the stack of banknotes in Marx's hand, their eyes lit up with greed.

"Would you like to do so? But why should I give it to you? Marx said, putting the money back in his wallet.

"You kid, don't toast and don't eat and drink, brothers." When these bad teenagers saw the huge amount of money, they didn't want to waste their tongues anymore, so they went straight to grab it.

'Bang bang bang! However, the delinquent boy at the head still kept stretching out his hand to point at Marx, and before he could react, he heard a very muffled collision, and several of his delinquent companions fell to the ground in an instant.

Some of them had bulging cheeks, lost consciousness with their eyes turned back, their bodies twitched from time to time, and there should have been some concussions, and two of them were holding their stomachs, their bodies curled up into shrimp and fell to the ground, their expressions were painful, and their mouths were spitting saliva, and they had obviously lost their combat effectiveness.

Before the delinquent teenager led by "you, you ......" could react in a daze, Marx had already stepped forward and grabbed his outstretched index finger.

'Click! With a crisp sound, Marx let go of his hand, and saw that the hand of the delinquent boy had been strangely bent into a strange shape.

"Ahhh The next moment, the delinquent boy took a few steps back, grabbed his injured finger with his other hand, and let out a miserable scream, and his expression of pain was twisted in pain.

"I'm going to kill you!" The delinquent boy took out a switchblade from his trouser pocket, and his expression was hideous, and he was about to stab Marx fiercely.

But in Marx's view, this little switchblade really did not feel threatening, and it kicked the delinquent boy in the abdomen with a single kick.

The bad boy flew out directly, hitting the wall behind him, making a muffled sound, and the switchblade in his hand also flew straight out.

"The strength of the boxer, the strength of the boxer!?" The delinquent boy clutched his stomach, looked at Marx in disbelief, and muttered.

"A knife, what a tasteless threat..."Marx picked up the switchblade on the ground, grasped the switchblade with both hands, and easily broke the switchblade into two sections.

"Don't trouble me and my friends in the future, understand?" Marx threw the two-section switchblade in front of the delinquent boy and spoke.

"Oh, by the way, you kicked this leg just now, right?" said Marx, raising his foot and kicking on the right leg of the delinquent boy, he heard the sound of bones breaking, and the delinquent boy's right leg bent into an abnormal shape.

"Ahh The delinquent boy clutched his broken leg and let out a scream, and within a few seconds, he rolled his eyes and fainted in pain.

"I advise you to call an ambulance as soon as possible, if the rescue is timely, his leg should still be saved." Marx said to the two younger brothers, who were still conscious, fell to the ground and clutched their stomachs.

With that, Marx left the place, leaving behind a mess.