"What for, Thompson?"

Left shoulder. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The thought popped into Peter's mind, and less than a second later a strong, powerful hand rested on his left shoulder. The sudden force on his shoulder made him cry out in pain.

"You nerd, be more respectful." Thompson's voice came from behind, and Peter seemed to feel the exhalation coming from the back of his neck, making him shiver.

"What do you want?" Peter's attitude softened instantly. It's really not worth it to fight with such a muscular fool in this situation, and he keeps comforting him from the bottom of his heart.

It was dark for a while, and Thompson pulled hard, turning Peter around. It was only when Peter recovered that Thompson was clutching his collar tightly. And his two little henchmen were not far behind him, standing and watching the play.

"Stay away from Mary, she doesn't need to have your kind of waste around. With a guy like you there, everybody's not going to be in a good mood. ”

"Is this a threat?" He's still a little hard-mouthed.

"No, it's just stating the facts." Thompson let go of his hand and gave it a hard push. Peter took several steps back before he regained his balance in embarrassment. "But I have another thing. I heard, you've got a job? Do you have to share your salary with your classmates? ”

The two henchmen behind Thompson looked suspicious. They didn't seem to have this in their previous plans.

"Thompson, isn't that a little too much?" Peter gasped for breath before answering, and the dizziness came back to him, making him feel like he was having trouble breathing.

"Is it excessive? You don't want to share that? Shouldn't I educate you about how to be a human being? ”

"Why, are you not satisfied with being a bully now, are you going to become a robber?" The dizziness in Peter's head grew stronger. But he had a feeling. The more dizzy he was, the clearer his mind became.

"Robbers? You seem to be exaggerating, I'm just trying to convince you. Thompson spread his hands out, an exaggerated expression on his face. He turned to look at the two henchmen behind him, who were stunned for a moment before they quickly began to laugh.

Two fools, Thompson thought to himself. It was his improvised idea to ask for pocket money from Peter, the wretched creature. This guy actually dared to accosting Mary, and let him escape so cheaply. Beat him up for fear that he would be too heavy, so it was better to take the opportunity to get benefits.

"Why, are you finally going to learn from that dad of yours?"

The playful smile that had been on Thompson's face from the beginning disappeared in an instant. He closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and clenched his fists.

"Get down on your knees and apologize." He opened his eyes, and his tone was full of indifference.

"Fuck your uncle." Peter replied.

Thompson threw a punch, and at the same time, the dizziness in Peter's mind suddenly turned into a sharp pain. He subconsciously lowered his head, and the distance of less than three centimeters allowed the punch that was enough to break his bones to graz his nose.

I'm not dead...

Peter realized what he had just done, and his face turned pale, and he was afraid. actually took the initiative to provoke this muscle monster, what happened to him?

Peter raised his hands and stepped back slowly. "Listen to me Thompson, we don't have to be violent..."

The tingling sensation exploded in his mind again, and he took a quick step to the left, Thompson's attack failed again, and he visibly became more irritable.

"You think that's funny, don't you?" Thompson's eyes were red and his nose was spurting, like an angry bull. "No one can insult me so easily, insult my father!"

"Listen to me Thompson, I didn't mean to." Peter squatted down and dodged a right hook from Thompson. At this time, even he noticed that something seemed to be wrong.

"You're pretty good at hiding, aren't you?" Thompson threw another punch. Once again, however, Peter dodged his attack like a loach. Even Peter himself couldn't figure out how he did it. It was only before he was about to receive his own danger that a thought popped into his mind, and his body naturally made various movements to dodge each attack without danger.

Another punch slammed into Peter's face, and Peter obeyed the thought that came to his mind again, and dodged sideways. A sense of irritability suddenly rose in his mind, and he finally threw the first punch in this farce.

The punch hit the bridge of Thompson's nose. Although there was no strength in Peter's thin arms, Thompson's counterattack from his prey still stunned him. He took two steps back and touched his nose to wipe the blood that had fallen.

"Enough Thompson, enough is enough." Peter gasped as he spoke, just a few movements that made him breathless. This was the first time in his life that he had beaten someone, and there was obviously a slight tremor in his tone. "If you don't exist, I won't mess with you. So you should be satisfied, right? “

And Thompson didn't seem to hear him at all. He looked at the bright red on his fingers, and his face quickly turned hideous.

"Clark, Teemo, come along. Let's give this bastard a lesson that he will remember for the rest of his life. ”

Thompson's two henchmen froze, looked at each other, moved their arms and rushed up with a shout. They had never seen their boss so embarrassed, and if they didn't help now, they would definitely be repaired badly afterwards.

A malnourished skinny monkey who dares to mess with the boss with a little luck, really doesn't know whether to live or die.

Seeing Thompson's two henchmen pounce on him like two bears, it must be a lie to say that Peter was not afraid. But he has discovered this extra 'ability' in his body, and naturally wants more opportunities to test it.

Master, I am also a master of Chinese kung fu, he thought with some confidence.

Relax your body and leave everything to the flash of inspiration in your mind. Peter took two steps back in quick succession, and then immediately threw a punch right on the shoulder of Teemo, who had exhausted his strength.

The tingling in his mind returned, and a wind sound came from Peter's side. Although his body had reacted automatically, it was still a little slower.

Thompson punched him in the chest, and the difference in physical fitness was evident in that moment. Peter's face turned pale, as if the air in his lungs had been blasted out, and it became extremely difficult for him to breathe.

Peter staggered a few steps, almost falling to the ground. A smile finally appeared on Thompson's face, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, Peter stood up suddenly, took two steps forward, and slammed another punch into his face.

"Lick the!" Peter said as he gasped. It was so hard just now that he was even a little worried that his ribs were going to break.

But he has bigger trouble in front of him. This retaliatory return fire had once again provoked the wrath of Thompson and his henchmen, and if he was unlucky, Peter might have broken more than one bone.

Entering the mysterious state of his previous state again, Peter plunged sideways into the gap between the three of them, smashed two punches into Clark's body in succession, and lowered his head to dodge an attack from behind.

Oddly enough, since he decided to fight back, his body's auto-reflexes seem to have been less focused on dodging and more focused on exchanging injuries for injuries. I don't know if it's his delusion, but the feeling in his mind seems to have become a little more irritable.

This was not good news for the emaciated Peter. In less than a minute, he was hit four times again, each time in pain to the bone marrow, and the pain would be repeated if the body movement was too large.

He would have fallen to the ground and couldn't get up if he had been on a normal day, but now he was still standing, as if some unknown energy was supporting him.

And things aren't going well for the Thompson trio right now. All three of them were panting, and their faces were somewhat bruised. Although Peter's attack could only be regarded as painless, their appearance was extremely embarrassed after a dozen punches. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the turbulent waves in their hearts.

This little monkey they have always looked down on not only dares to fight back against them, but also does not seem to have the upper hand in the situation where the three of them are together.

Looking at the crowd around him who had been attracted by the movement here, Thompson couldn't help but grit his teeth. If you do it yourself, it will only be more humiliating. He gave Peter a vicious look, and Peter pushed back without showing weakness.

What the hell is crazy about this kid, did he eat leopard gall?

After a few seconds of stalemate, Thompson finally stomped his foot and turned away. But before he left, he left a threat.

"You wait for me! You're going to have to pay for it sooner or later! ”

"Always with you!" Peter's answer was so strong that Thompson couldn't help but look back at him again.

Seeing that the show was over, the dozen or so people gathered around to watch the excitement dispersed. A few of the good Samaritans came up to see if Peter needed help. But Peter refused them all, he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and find out what was going on with him.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and gasped. He looked over his shoulder, and saw that a bruise the size of his fist had spread.

Although it is also good to be able to 'teach' Thompson's group, it is not easy to explain to Aunt May. The thought of the training he was about to receive made Peter's head grow.