It was a rainy day.

Rain spreads quietly in every corner of the city. Dirty puddles, muddy ditches, and muddy black asphalt roads are everywhere. The sky was covered with dark clouds, like a giant black palm pressing down on the city. Several bolts of lightning swept behind the giant palm, making a rumbling sound, like a monster from another world roaring.

Lu Feng was walking home alone with an umbrella, and he was still reading a book under the umbrella. There were very few pedestrians around, and only the occasional car passed by, splashing water. It was already very dark, and Lu Feng had to squint his eyes to read the words on the book:

"Whoever wants to make a deal with someone else, he must first propose: give me what I want, and I will give you what you want......"

Lu Feng almost stuck the book on his face before he could see the words on it, and just as he put the book down slightly, a figure walked from behind the book in the rain. Before he could react, he was pushed to the ground by a pair of hands.

The coldness of the rain spread from the buttocks to the calves, and the handle of the umbrella fell into a puddle next to it. He saw a pair of swarthy hands pick up his book from the ground.

"Damn, what the hell is this? I don't even know those three words on the cover, do you know them? Said the dark-skinned boy with his hair standing on end like a hedgehog. Several people around him nodded in agreement, giving an unbridled sneer.

Although he was indifferent to the things in the class, Lu Feng still recognized these classmates as his classmates, all of them shirtless, let the heavy rain wet their bodies, and looked like ruffians and hooligans.

I saw the swarthy boy pick up the book with a wicked smile and hissed and tore it to pieces.

"Hey, Lu Feng, what are you dragging?" One of them yelled, and he kicked Lu Feng in the stomach. Lu Feng reflexively curled up. The rain soaked down his shirt and pants, making him feel unwell.

The swarthy boy lifted Lu Feng up from the ground, patted him on the cheek and said, "You have money on you, right?" We're going to the arcade to play, how many are we sponsoring? ”

Without waiting for Lu Feng to answer, several people put their hands into his pockets and trousers.

"Found it!" One of them pulled out a small money bag from Lu Feng's school bag.

The swarthy boy immediately snatched it and took out a few large bills from it: "Yo, rich man! ”

"And this." The man took out a long strip from his bag, an ordinary wooden ruler. In addition to the scales, there are some patterns engraved on them.

At this time, Lu Feng finally spoke: "The money is all for you, but I have to keep the ruler!" ”

In fact, if you look closely, the skin of the ruler has almost fallen off, and the pattern is also paste, which looks like it has been through vicissitudes. Only Lu Feng knew that the peeling skin had been scraped off by years of contact with his skin, and the twisted patterns hid his dead countless epidermal cells and a lot of flesh.

When Lu Feng left from that "home", he only took this ruler with him, and when he saw this ruler, it was like seeing a black umbilical cord, which reconnected him with his mother on the other side of the pain while the ruler evoked his pain.

Of course, the swarthy boy couldn't have thought of so much, if it weren't for Lu Feng's words, maybe he would have abandoned the ruler without care, but Lu Feng's words made him interested.

"Is this more important than money?" The swarthy boy sneered, then pinched the ends of the ruler with both hands and broke it in two.

An unprecedented emotion suddenly surged from Lu Feng's body, and this emotion quickly overwhelmed his reason, and he jumped up from the ground, rushed at the boy like an arrow, and bit his neck with his right hand, knocking him to the ground.

Due to his mother's long-term physical abuse, Lu Feng was actually shorter than his peers, but he was caught off guard and acted quickly, and the swarthy boy was caught off guard.

Lu Feng slammed his fist into the boy's face, cold and efficient. After a long while, the stunned companion pulled Lu Feng away in embarrassment, and the swarthy boy's forehead, nose, and lips were overflowing with blood.

"Kill him, kill him! Kill him!! The swarthy boy shouted at the top of his throat. He was clearly more tenacious than the average schoolboy, and his angry shouts undoubtedly emboldened his companions, who were already a little timid about the scene.

Lu Feng began to receive a dense stream of punches and kicks, and the number of punches and kicks was almost as many as the raindrops that hit him. He held his head and tightened his body to protect the important parts. He imagined the pain as a storm, and he had experienced so many storms that surviving it proved that he had survived countless storms, and this storm would obviously be no exception. Every time you think about it, the storm passes faster.

But at the moment he was planning another storm in his head, another great storm that was even grander and blew his enemies to the ground.