Chapter 6: You told me to beat you

"Huang Mao, don't be embarrassed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info I'm talking to you in a good voice, and you're really afraid of you? Mo Yan's face tightened and said.

"Yo, the little doll is angry, I'm so scared. Hahahaha. Huang Mao showed an exaggerated smile, and all the younger brothers behind him also laughed.

Mo Yan, who originally wanted to have a seizure, suddenly changed his mind when he saw them like this.

"Let me tell you, don't underestimate me, I once learned a few tricks from a certain martial arts master, and one move can kill you." Mo Yan pretended to be very middle-class, and put on a move similar to the Divine Palm.

"I'll give negative marks to this forced pretend, get rough."

"Is this kid stupid?"

"Brother Huang, I think it is necessary for us to teach this 'martial arts master' what is the correct posture to pretend to be."

The group of junior brothers behind Huang Mao suddenly laughed and turned their backs.

Mo Yan sneered in his heart, but his face continued to pretend to be hesitant and entangled, and finally continued to Zhonger: "My master said that you must not make up and kill evil, but treat people peacefully. While I haven't repented yet, you can go, and don't come back in the future. ā€

The men burst into laughter again.

"Look, what is forcibly pretending, this is called forcibly pretending." Huang Mao couldn't help laughing, pointed at Mo Yan and said to the little brother behind him: "Have you seen it, you dare to pretend to be forced if you don't have the strength, then I have to reluctantly slap my face." ā€

He turned his head, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped on it fiercely, while leaning his face over and saying with a rebellious expression: "Brother master, come, give me a punch." ā€

Mo Yan looked at him with a strange expression.

"Really, if you have a kind of punch me, just hit me here." Huang Mao pointed to his face, and said with a hippie smile: "Lao Tzu has wanted to fight with martial arts masters since he was a child, see that you are so powerful, give me a punch." ā€

"Fight, master brother, why don't you dare to fight."

"Hit, there's a kind of fast fight."

The rest of the thugs around them immediately booed and shouted with laughter.

In their opinion, Mo Yan is just a stupid x in the second middle school. They can follow the boss to flirt with this stupid x, which can be regarded as a spice in a boring life.

"You all said it, you told me to beat him." Mo Yan shrugged helplessly.

"Yes, yes, I was beaten voluntarily, you try it." Huang Mao continued to smile and said.

He didn't believe that this young man who looked like a high school student dared to really break ground on Tai Sui's head, and even if he did, he was sure to subdue this high school student casually.

Huang Mao's arrogance is well-known throughout Stinky Water Alley, this person is born cheap, bullying men and women and doing all kinds of evil.

He is in a bad mood today, and he is going to tease this high school student, and he will teach him how to behave.

"It's the first time I've lived so big, and it's the first time I've encountered such a strange need." Mo Yan looked strange, raised his hand, and slapped Huang Mao's face fiercely.

At this moment, the silver pendant on Mo Yan's chest flashed with white light, breaking the metal like a stream of water, instantly covering Mo Yan's arms and fists, making his entire arm extremely fast at this moment.

Huang Mao only felt an afterimage coming, and he didn't have time to react, as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy tank, and the whole person was beaten up by a punch, and a few big teeth fell by the way.

There was a loud bang.

Huang Mao's whole person was smashed directly into the wall on the right, and slowly slid down.

And his other gangster followers, still with a playful look on their faces, did not react.

At this moment, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my hand just now, I used too much force." Mo Yan broke the silence and shrugged his shoulders.

He really didn't control his strength just now, and accidentally used one-tenth of his strength. Although Huang Mao was lucky not to die, it is estimated that he will be lying in the hospital for a few months.

At this moment, Mo Yan seemed to be able to hear the sound of seven or eight thugs swallowing saliva at the same time.

"High ...... Brother ...... We were wrong. A thug said with a trembling face.

Before, they regarded Mo Yan as a stupid x in the second middle school, but now it seems that this handsome young man in front of him may really be a hidden master!

With that punch just now, they couldn't see Mo Yan's routine clearly, and the next moment, Huang Mao had already been smashed and flew out.

"Get out!" Mo Yan didn't plan to talk to this group of gangsters, so he coldly spit out a word.

"Thank you, brother, thank you." The group of thugs immediately rolled and crawled, and fled with the yellow hair that had been smashed unconscious.

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"Third uncle, come out." Mo Yan raised his voice, he knew that the third uncle hiding in the underground dark room would definitely be able to hear it.

Sure enough, the corner of the carpet began to fluctuate, and it was pushed away from below, and an embarrassed figure crawled out of it.

"Are they really gone, and how?" The third uncle seemed to have palpitations, and probed his brain to make sure.

"Rest assured, I will teach them with sincerity to pull back from the precipice, and the prodigal son will turn back. They were moved to weep bitterly and vowed to be human again. Mo Yan walked out of the counter, and then said angrily: "You are so bold, you actually dare to borrow a loan shark from Huang Mao, and you don't even want your life?" ā€

The third uncle touched his goatee and said embarrassedly, "I'...... Isn't there anything I can't do, it's Qingqing's fifteenth birthday in a few days, but I, who is a father, can't even afford a decent gift. ā€

Qingqing is the daughter of the third uncle, only two years younger than Mo Yan. After the third uncle and his wife Aunt Mei divorced, Qingqing was awarded to the woman by the court, and then remarried with Aunt Mei, and now lives in a wealthy community in Tianluo District, with a wealthy family.

Mo Yan sneered: "So you thought of gambling? Have you forgotten that Aunt Mei couldn't stand you as a loser, so she ran away with her daughter. ā€

"It's me who is useless, and I don't blame them." The third uncle sighed, and the whole person seemed to become vicissitudes: "It's because I haven't exhausted my responsibilities as a father, and my daughter has grown so big that I haven't given her a decent gift." I asked someone to inquire and knew that Qingqing liked to play the piano and took a fancy to a piano, but her mother never changed it for him. That's why I wanted to raise enough money to surprise her before her fifteenth birthday. ā€

"The result?" Mo Yan said mercilessly: "As a result, you took the loan shark you borrowed and fought in Macao for a few days and nights, and you lost everything. Am I right? ā€

Mo Yan knows the third uncle's nature too well, the so-called dog can't change eating, and never trust a person who is a gambler.

"Ahem, ahem." The third uncle was choked by Mo Yan and coughed, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not what you imagined, third uncle, I followed a few old brothers in the bar, this time in Macau, it can be said that I have experienced a magnificent adventure." ā€

Speaking of this, the third uncle said to Mo Yan mysteriously: "Do you believe that there are supernatural beings in this world?" ā€

"You just keep blowing." Mo Yan gave him a blank look and was about to leave.

"It's true." The third uncle hurriedly said: "At that time, it was near the Lisboa Hotel, and I was chatting with a few old brothers about repairing cars, when suddenly rows of black skeletons burst out of the ground, my God, I was scared to pee." ā€

The third uncle patted his chest and said with a shocked expression.

Mo Yan's steps that were about to leave were also condensed, and he suddenly became interested: "Go on." ā€

The third uncle swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued to describe: "At that time, the pedestrians were frightened, thinking that they had bumped into a ghost. Who knew that those skeletons didn't say a word, they rushed directly into the hotel, picked up the bone knife and slashed indiscriminately, that scene, tsk, limbs flying sideways, extremely bloody. ā€

"Originally, I and a few old brothers thought that we were dead, but who knew that at the entrance of the hotel, a man in a white suit suddenly grew a pair of wings from his back, jumped into the sky, and waved a stick at the skeleton, directly bursting into a strong white light, and the white light spread, at that moment, it seemed that the whole world was wrapped in white light."

"A few of us soon passed out in the white light, and when we woke up again, we found ourselves lying in our rooms, and the rest of the old guys had no memory of last night, and the next day there was no report in the newspapers in Macau, and everything was as usual. I dare say it's the first time I've lived so long and encountered something so weird. ā€

Hearing the third uncle's description, Mo Yan couldn't help frowning and said, "Could it be a dream you had, you took what happened in the dream seriously?" ā€

"Absolutely impossible!" The third uncle cut the railway, and then took out his mobile phone: "When the incident happened, I also took a selfie, and I was about to post it on Moments." ā€

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Mo Yan took the phone speechlessly, and found that there were indeed many black skeletons in the photo, which looked particularly weird under the flashing neon lights of the Lisboa Hotel.

"This should be two other players fighting." Luo Luo didn't know when he had already appeared at Mo Yan's feet: "It's just that when I cleaned up afterwards, I left out your third uncle." ā€

The third uncle also discovered Xiao Luo Luo at this time, and he immediately frowned and asked, "Who is this little kid?" ā€

"Uh...... She was a relative of one of my classmates, and my classmate was out for something and asked me to help take it for a few days. Mo Yan forcibly explained.

The third uncle looked at him suspiciously, and said, "We are all poor and can only drink porridge, how can we have surplus food to support her." ā€

"Luo Luo can support himself, and he doesn't need your help as a mortal." The little girl said with a cold and arrogant face.

"Eh, I said who learned the tone of this little boy's speech." The third uncle was in a bad mood, but at this moment, he was actually despised by a three-year-old girl, and he wanted to have a seizure right away.

Mo Yan hurriedly broke them away.

"I don't care, anyway, you can find a way to feed her yourself." The third uncle dropped this sentence and left alone in embarrassment.