Lin Baimo returned home in a daze in Nangong Yu's limited edition sports car, when he came back, there was no one around, Nangong Yu seemed to dislike the old and crowded suite, and after sending people home, Nangong Yu drove away in the sports car.

The high school is surrounded by a lively snack street, there are wide roads, there are also crowded alleys, and at night, there are many people in the snack street, and most people come to feast at this time.

Nangong Yu drove his blind sports car around the school a few times, from the main road at the beginning, to the streets and alleys later, after some inspection, he really found that the garbage that is usually ubiquitous and as annoying as flies is really gone!.

Could it be that the prodigal son has turned back? As soon as Nangong Yu's thought came out, he was disgusted, even if the prodigal son turned back, it couldn't be a collective prodigal son, it seemed that they were dealt with.

When you think about it, it's terrifying!

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In the rental room, he had a simple meal, and until he went to bed, Lin Baimo was in an unreal feeling.

Can it not be real? Suddenly, he became the dean, although he was only the director of the stray animal shelter, he was still a mascot .......

"Who the hell are you?" When he came back to his senses, he had already sent a message to the group owner with his mobile phone.

"Someone who needs your help." The group leader's answer was very simple, and he didn't even tell the cause, maybe because of Nangong Yu's filter, Lin Baimo subconsciously regarded the group leader as a rich second generation who had nothing to do, and the reason why he helped him was maybe because he was bullied one day and he couldn't see it, right? .

"Isn't it? Can I help? Lin Baimo muttered, not quite believing the words of the group leader.

Guessing without a clue, the time was getting late, and Lin Baimo, who was shrouded in sleep, gradually fell asleep.

The moon was bright, and in the other corner of this bustling city, a group of young people dressed as thugs ran on the side of the street in fear, some passers-by were pushed aside and some were knocked to the ground, and when innocent passers-by raised their heads, they could only see the gangsters fleeing in a hurry.

What's going on? Knocked out of the drug? Passers-by who did not know the truth called the security team to report it.

In fact, the thugs who wear cheap faux leather clothes, have spicy-eyed hair, and have half a pack of cigarettes in their pockets, and who usually sneak around on street corners are now in the biggest crisis of their lives.

Hey, that might sound funny.

After all, in the eyes of most people, these people exist like garbage.

No one but the cleaners was willing to clean up the garbage on the streets, and no one but the vigilantes was willing to take care of the thugs.

They are cockroaches that live in the city. In the eyes of many people, the biggest crisis in the lives of these social garbage is probably the failure to steal and deceive.

……。

These thugs are not usually without danger.

It's just that they steal people's things and get beaten at most, but often the harvest is much greater than the pay.

Although it is very painful to be chased, they will definitely not run around like they are now.

Usually you have to avoid those passers-by, and they will use clever routes to throw people away.

But now, they can't use this kind of trick, and what's worse is that it's not anyone chasing them.

From early in the morning, they discovered a strange thing, there was an unusually powerful enemy against them, and if they were alone, they would be knocked unconscious.

It didn't sound like a big deal, but eight or nine out of dozens of people in a group fell, which caused quite a huge panic to the little gangsters who had never been well-educated.

It's not terrible to have an enemy you can't defeat, it's terrible that it's still everywhere.

The last second you saw him, he was still a dozen meters behind you: the next second you turned a corner, he might be staring at you with a smile on the corner in front of you.

It's not these things that they have been desperate for lately, but that no one but them can see this formidable enemy.

Even if you want to ask for foreign help, others will only treat you as if you have taken too much medicine and are sick.

Whoever let the gangsters is not a good thing in everyone's minds, so that no one will listen carefully to what they are saying.

Even those relatives and friends are only perfunctory.

Never take people seriously for ridicule, the thugs who have always been drunk and drunk all the time began to be shrouded in despair, and it was only from today that they realized that they had been kicked out of the normal communication circle by most people.

At that moment, they were suddenly full of resentment, obviously what they said was true, why didn't anyone believe them? And take them as ill-intentioned? They will end up like this, it is definitely the people who don't believe in them!

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"It's all living beings who will get tired, they've been running for a day, and if they go down, they'll die suddenly."

The small system yawned and "live" the miserable situation of the little gangsters in the cat house, with a leisurely face, as early as the moment when Mo Chuchen decided to help Lin Baimo, the unstable luck on Ling Zimo's body began to fix and gradually increased.

Although it is said that in the end, even if Lin Baimo really becomes the son of luck, it has nothing to do with the small system, but the pleasure of "digging out" the son of luck by himself is real.

"Tired? How long do you think they'll last? Mo Chuchen's ears trembled: "When they go to the security team, the illusion will disappear, and there is nothing to pay attention to." ”

The small system that was watching the live broadcast was spoiled, and suddenly felt bored, it estimated that this group of waste did not seem to be an existence that would break through the limit, and I was afraid that if I insisted on it, I would send myself to the security team soon.

"If you have time to look at these, it's better to help me register a few more accounts and send money to Nangong Yu, by the way, it seems to be a festival in this world in a few days, and we should also prepare a little compensation for those old people who have been borrowed from their identities." Mo Chuchen shook his tail and said, of course he couldn't just open an online account, for safety, he often dug up the information of some lonely old people to register, and quickly logged out and threw it away after using it, like a scumbag.

"I'm looking forward to that shelter too!" The small system is probably that the cat is becoming more and more handy, and the aesthetics are completely biased towards the animal, as a system ball, it was originally strict and had no aesthetic preference.