The store manager yelled at the people watching the excitement outside the door, "No one is allowed to come in." Then he slammed the door shut.

"Load! You pretend again! He said as he walked over to Van Giowsie. When he reached the giant, he tilted his head and looked at Fan Jiaoxi with contempt.

Three years ago, when Fan Jiaoxi first joined the fitness club, the store manager was very afraid of him because he was tall and cruel. Every time I talk to him, I use a consultative tone, for fear that he will break his neck if he is unhappy.

But after getting acquainted with him, I found that he was not only honest, but also cowardly.

The store manager tried step by step, from criticizing him for his love of sleeping, to deducting his salary, and finally escalating to humiliating him for fun.

In the hearts of some weak people, there is always the illusion of humiliating the strong. Once the fantasy becomes reality, they will be led by a twisted mind to do things that normal people would not do.

It's like the relationship between a man and a lion.

When the lion walks in the grassland, no one dares to touch its hair. But when it's in a cage, everything changes.

Ordinary tourists only want to see it, but the inner twister wants not to see it. They either stoned the caged lion or beat it with a stick, and they felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment and twisted pleasure when they watched the king of the steppe flee everywhere and heard the miserable roar of the lion.

In the store manager's view, Fan Giosi is the lion in the cage. It looks very lethal, but it can't escape the cage of cowardice, and the lion is a sick cat that can be wantonly abused, and he is not worried about fighting back at all.

In the past three years, the store manager has regarded Fan Gioxi as a source of his twisted pleasure and sense of achievement; Use him as a stepping stone to prove that he is a real man.

Now, this stone actually dares to slap his own feet, how can he not be annoyed by the twisted heart.

"Cowardice! What are you doing standing here stupidly! Asked to go to class and you can't hear? Deaf? He kicked Fan Giosi in the calf, and the latter didn't even frown.

For a while, the store manager had the feeling of a grasshopper shaking the tree. However, this feeling was quickly overwhelmed by a sense of humiliation. Because of the mocking expression on Fan Gioxi's face, he felt that his authority had been challenged.

With a red face and a thick neck, he raised his hand, pointed at Fan Jiaoxi's eyes in the air, and said angrily: "What kind of eyes are you!" Speak, coercion! Dumb you! ”

He roared and slammed his elbow into Van Giowsi's lower abdomen, but he didn't hear the screams he imagined, and he even felt like he was hitting a hard wall

Looking at the ugly appearance of the clown who jumped off the beam, Fan Jiaoxi finally spoke: "Because I think everything has to be reasonable, so I don't want to use violence." ”

The store manager kicked him on the thigh, then took a few steps back, picked up the dumbbells under the bench, and scolded: "You dress up for labor and management again, believe it or not, labor and management will smash your face, and you will not be recognized by the street goods at the station!" ”

"But I really can't find a way to communicate with you like this! Yi Wu is not allowed to peek. Fan Jiaoxi put down Yiwu's eyelids with his big hand, and then took a step, slowly approaching the store manager who was retreating step by step with his huge body.

Yi Wu obediently closed her eyes and folded her hands together on her lower abdomen. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she smiled sweetly and naturally.

At this moment, a breeze blew in through the open window, making her long flowing hair fly slightly, and her long satin dress also fluttered in the wind. At this time, she was like a girl who didn't know anything about the world, standing halfway up the hill, waiting for the general to return triumphantly.

"You, what are you doing!" The manager leaned against the wall, holding dumbbells with both hands and waving them vigorously.

He was scared.

Because he is no longer facing a caged lion, but a king on the grassland. Seeing Van Gioscius' angry expression, he became afraid.

What face, what sense of accomplishment was all left behind by him at this moment......

"Holy!"

He threw the dumbbell at Fan Jiaoxi and crawled to the door, but after twisting it for a long time, he found that he couldn't open the door at all.

"Help! Help me! It's going to kill! He banged on the door for help, and turned his head to look at Fan Jiaoxi, who was close at a short time.

The dumbbells, which require his hands to wield, are like mini dumbbells in Van Giosi's hands, and the ends of the dumbbells are held by a large hand.

"Help......" he shouted, pausing suddenly.

"What is this......" he realized that the door had been wrapped in thick silk threads.

"Smack"

A large hand came from behind his back and covered the top of his head,

"Oh, don't! Don't be impulsive. He wanted to turn back, but he couldn't move because his head was held by a big hand.

"Fan Jiaoxi, no, no, Grandpa Fan, the ancestor has something to say, don't get excited." He was unable to stand firm with his legs swinging, but because his big hands were holding his head, he couldn't kneel down.

Although he couldn't see that Fan Giowsi's eyes were bloodshot, and he aimed the dumbbell at his head. But look at the picture of death that has already appeared in his mind.

"Grandpa, I'm a turtle grandson, a fool and a coin, I shouldn't say you." He began to slap his mouth hard, hoping to get forgiveness from Van Giowsie.

"If an apology works......" Van Gioussi closed his eyes.

The store manager noticed that the force in Fan Jiaoxi's hand was getting stronger and stronger, so that he had the illusion that his head was being crushed, and he was so frightened that he wet his pants.

"Grandpa, I was wrong, I really knew I was wrong. Don't kill me. He began to weep bitterly.

"You won't take my kindness for weakness." The knuckles of Van Giowsi's hands were pinched white, and his calm tone concealed an impending outburst of rage.

"No, don't ......" Although the store manager had his eyes open, he felt like he had been bitten on the head by a lion at the moment, and the suffocating darkness swallowed up all his vision.

Following urinary incontinence, he also had incontinence in his stool. He usually flaunts his might in front of Fan Gioxi, but now he is like a sideburns dog whose backbone has been bitten off by a lion. The whole body was soft, his eyes lost focus, and he turned left and right.

"If you're just targeting me, I won't bother with you. But you shouldn't insult Yi Wu! Fan Jiaoxi took a deep breath and used all his strength to smash the dumbbell into the store manager's left shoulder, right shoulder, and back......

The screams were incessant.

After a few moments, he released the dumbbell, which landed on the stump on the ground with a slight muffled sound. Then he let go of the store manager's head, rolled his head on the ground twice, and stopped at Yi Wu.

Fan Jiaoxi kicked his head away from the obstruction, walked in front of Yi Wu, and knelt down.

"I think my life is over." He stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Yiwu and vent his emotions. But seeing the blood all over his body, he hesitated.

In his heart, Yi Wu is a pure and undefiled saint. She could not bear to be insulted by others, nor did she allow her filthy self to stain her.

"Can I open my eyes?" Yi Wu muttered with his eyes slightly closed, as if he didn't know what had just happened.

"No, no! Here......" Van Joossi hurriedly objected, he didn't want Yi Wu to see the blood and stump on the ground.

However, Yi Wu still opened her eyes and put her hands on his cheeks, curious: "What's going on here?" ”

"Don't look!" Fan Jiaoxi hurriedly covered her eyes with his hand and explained: "There is a bad ...... here" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly found that the blood on his hands was gone.

Filled with doubts, he turned his head to look at the door, which was clean. There is no blood everywhere, no vague stumps and rotten flesh, no dead heads...... There was only one dumbbell lying alone in the doorway.

He was in a trance.

Did I just have hysteria?

(End of chapter)