Since it's a nerd, what else is there to scruple about.

A gangster who was already eager to try it immediately glared and scolded: "I'm grass, you TMD looking for death, dare to meddle in your business?!" ”

The drunk man on the ground was completely drunk at this time, he threw a grateful look at Graphite, his mouth was glutinous and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all, and lowered his head again.

He had been automatically ignored, and all the focus was on graphite.

The gangster who was originally squatting also stood up, he seemed to have forgotten the hand that grabbed him like an iron hoop before, he leaned his face to graphite, looked at graphite like an ant, and roared fiercely: "I'll grass you M, see if I don't kill you!" ”

Graphite took a step back and turned his face away, trying to avoid the disgusting spittle.

Then, Graphite felt himself be hammered the back of the head, and a fist slammed into the back of his head. It doesn't hurt too much, but he is a little confused and inexperienced.

The way he looks now does look a little bad in the eyes of most people.

The people who eat melons know that the meat drama has begun, and they consciously substitute themselves into the role of graphite, look, it's really right not to meddle in things, it's good to speak up and act bravely, but if you don't have the corresponding ability to match it, it's stupid.

The people who gathered around to watch the excitement began to feel some sympathy for graphite, and some people gloated in their hearts and despised the stupidity of graphite.

"Don't measure yourself, ask for your own hardship." Someone thinks.

"This man is like a fool." A young man not far away whispered to his girlfriend holding him.

Someone raised their mobile phone to record a live video with great interest, and it should have a good like and follow when used to post a circle of friends.

As soon as he moved here, the other bastard immediately raised his foot and kicked at the graphite, they seemed to cooperate tacitly, no matter who the other party was, it was their consistent style to bully people with more people.

This kick was very porcelain, and graphite was kicked and stumbled a few times, losing its center of gravity and sitting on the ground.

Graphite, who had never fought with anyone, was at a loss at this time.

He was punched and kicked back and forth, and he also fell to the ground, and the experience of the first fight made him feel a little weird: these two gangsters were young and strong, skillful, and seemed to be fierce and vicious, and they were not light, but these two people were like two naughty children, and the punches and kicks that hit him were not painful and weak.

His body was strengthened by nanocells, and this level of punching and kicking hardly posed any threat to him, but he didn't know this, he didn't know enough about himself, his mind was immersed in experiencing the subtle changes in his body, and he forgot to fight back for a while.

He sat on the earth like a giant and was stunned, and he was prostrate in the wilderness like an ancient beast of the wilderness, and there were two little ants in front of him who were punching and kicking him with their teeth and claws, as if they were tickling him, and he looked down at the weak ant lazily, and he seemed to be thinking about whether to slap the two little ants to death with one paw.

Time was short, and graphite returned to reality.

In Graphite's distraction just now, the two gangsters punched Graphite sitting on the ground more than a dozen times, kicked seven or eight kicks, and the other party didn't react at all like a piece of wood, letting them do a storm-like sadism, not screaming, not hiding, not blocking......

Finally, there are still people who can't stand it.

"If you fight again, you'll be killed." Someone in the crowd of onlookers said.

"Why haven't the police come yet?" A kind little girl who had already called the police was anxious.

Nobody stepped forward, not a single one, no one dared.

The drunk man on the ground witnessed the whole process in a daze, and tried to stand up several times, but finally did not dare to stand up.

The two young gangsters scolded and moved, at this time they were also a little soft, but the arrogance rose to the peak, they originally thought that they met a stunned man who was not afraid of death, but they didn't expect it to be a soft persimmon that could not be softer, seeing that there were so many people around who ate melons, their psychology gained a huge sense of achievement and satisfaction, and then they had one more "heroic deeds" that they could boast about on the rivers and lakes.

A thug yelled at the graphite on the ground, "I'm a sloppy horse, you shit, you ...... garbage"

It is at this time that graphite returns to reality, to the present and the present.

Although he was flattened by the sea just now, there were several footprints on his clothes, and even his face was a little gray, but he was not particularly angry or angry, he finally knew his body's ability to resist blows, and finally understood what ordinary people's fists and feet were all about.

The two thugs thought it was over after the performance, and were about to turn around and leave......

"Wait!"

The voice was very clear, the words were very accurate, and everyone could hear it clearly.

But everyone ignored the graphite on the ground, and no one thought that these four words could be said by him, they thought that he was probably half dead now.

Who's talking? This is the question on everyone's mind.

Graphite slowly stood up, patted the dust all over his body, and then slowly straightened up again, standing as straight as a javelin.

His body was originally thin, and he was born with a fair and delicate temperament, and he looked weak, but at this moment, he stood like this, and his momentum was overwhelming, which naturally gave people the illusion of a javelin stuck in the ground.

I couldn't tell that this person was still being punched and kicked like a dead dog just now, and he had no power to fight back, as if the person who was beaten just now was not the same person as the person standing now, this feeling was indeed very strange, and it made everyone around him feel a strange feeling.

Then I gradually realized that he was talking just now? He said, "Wait! ”

The people who eat melons hold their breath, there is a good show to watch!

"What? Are you going to leave like this after the fight? ”

Graphite said with a smile, he could still laugh at this time, and he could laugh so naturally.

The two thugs looked at each other, in addition to the dazed and a trace of horror on their faces, at this time, a string of mermaids came out from inside the door of the disco bar, probably because the news of the fight at the door just now had reached inside, so the person in charge brought people out.

A security guard whispered a few words to a man in a suit who seemed to be in charge.

The steward nodded after hearing this, and walked towards Graphite, he frowned and looked Graphite up and down, Graphite obviously had a few eye-catching footprints on his body, and even there was still a gray mark on his cheek, but Graphite's expression was very calm, as if nothing happened, which did look a little strange.

"You were making trouble at the door just now?" The steward asked angrily.

"Your words are inaccurate, to be precise, your people are beating people for no reason." Graphite said calmly.

"How could it be for no reason, isn't it that you are picking quarrels and provoking trouble here, and you have a conflict with our security guards?"

"Is that what you say? Are you in charge? Graphite suddenly laughed.

"Okay, don't pretend, get out of here if there's nothing to do, it's not so simple to make trouble again." The steward was a little impatient, and his tone began to have a hint of threat.

The people behind him had gathered at this time, and there were many of them, looking at graphite together, if the eyes could kill, it was estimated that graphite had been killed many times now.

Graphite smiled again, but there was a hint of coldness in the depths of his eyes.

"It's as simple as you say, you have to give me an explanation."

Graphite said lightly, with a hint of a smile on his face, but the tone of his voice was as cold as the frost flower of the ninth winter.

The steward's eyes froze, and he looked left and right, but did not speak.

One of the gangsters who did it just now seemed to get some kind of hint at this time, he came to Graphite with an arrow step, brought his face closer to Graphite again, and roared in a low voice, "You cheap bones, looking for a dead ......", while he spoke, his hand was not slow, and a big slap in his right hand had been fanned to Graphite's face.

Graphite glanced at him faintly, like an ant.

The hand swung towards his face, from the beginning of the movement, the arc of the mid-air, the shape of the palm, he could see it clearly, like the slow motion of a movie, when his consciousness was in concentrated confrontation, his perception magically slowed down all the movements against him in the outside world several times.

He even had time to think about whether the best strategy at this point was to block or dodge.

Soon, the hand that waved over was gently brushed away by Graphite's hand, as easy as if it was bouncing off a speck of dust.

Then, Graphite was also a big slap in the face.

"Smack"

After a crisp sound, this self-defeating gangster staggered like five thunderbolts, and was staggered by a slap in the face of graphite, he subconsciously covered half of his numb face, only to feel that the Venus in front of him was rising, and this was the first time he was slapped out of Venus.

Then, soon, a trace of blood began to ooze from the corner of his mouth, and then, the pain nerves finally brought the pain of the tooth being knocked out from the numb half of his face, which was numb, and the tooth was knocked out. The man gasped for air, and couldn't help but let out a low cry of pain, so painful that he couldn't even speak.

Graphite's big slap was both porcelain and loud, he didn't even dare to use all his strength when he shot, but just slapped the other party with normal strength, he still needs practice to constantly adjust the strength of the shot, he doesn't want to really cripple people or kill them in case, so he needs to test it in actual combat.

His slap was not only the gangster just now, he slapped the face of a group of people on the other side.

……

There was a man standing next to the steward all the time.

This person is obviously taller than everyone else, and his body is also a circle bigger than others, this strong man was the first to react, graphite's loud slap felt as if it was slapped in his face, he must be used to this kind of scene and accustomed to it, so at the moment when others were still stunned, he had already snatched it out.

A fist the size of a sea bowl with the sound of the wind reached the face door of graphite in the blink of an eye, if this was really true, graphite's face was probably about to bloom, but it was very strange that the fist that was obviously aimed at the other party's door grazed the other party's ears and hit the air.

Immediately afterwards, there was another loud slap, "Smack!" ”