Bang!

A muffled sound!

Zhang Jian, who hit the newsstand with the back of his head and back involuntarily, raised his foot and kicked it, but the fat man slightly sideways avoided the vital point of the trousers-crotch, raised his leg and hit his abdomen with his knee, Zhang Jian immediately felt so painful that he couldn't help but open his mouth and cry out in pain, but his neck was pinched by a hand like iron tongs, and he couldn't breathe, so he could only let out a dull "hmm", and then rolled his eyes and opened his mouth wide, and his tongue stretched out involuntarily.

The fat man's left hand was forceful, slamming a few times, knocking the dagger held by Zhang Jian's right hand to the ground, and then his right hand let go of Zhang Jian's neck, and then grabbed Zhang Jian's head with a lift, pressed down fiercely, and raised his knee to meet it.

Bang!

Zhang Jian was knocked to the ground on his back, and then he was hit in the abdomen by a fat man with an uppercut, and he staggered against the wall of the newsstand and fell to the ground.

Lack of oxygen, severe pain in the abdomen, the bridge of the nose seems to be broken, and snot and tears flow......

Zhang Jian felt that there were gold and silver stars flying in front of him, and the fat man's burly body became blurred in front of him like the shadow of the devil.

The fat man picked up the dagger, and wanted to make a small cut on Zhang Jian's body, but when he saw that Zhang Jian's nose bleeded a lot, all over his mouth, chin, and clothes, he kindly did not use the knife, but stretched out his right index finger and carefully hooked a little nosebleed, and as if he was dirty, he turned around and stretched his right arm, and his right index finger touched the ground and rubbed it - the place where the talisman was burned just now.

At this time, leaning on the newsstand almost half-lying and half-sitting, fierce and daring to die, not afraid of being beaten, Zhang Jian, exerted all his strength, raised his foot and slammed it on the fat man's fat cheek, and kicked the fat man who was squatting and in a state of instability on the side, fortunately he reacted quickly and supported the ground with one hand in time, so that he did not fall out of the embarrassment of a dog gnawing on it, but he still crawled out three steps away like a dog crawling before he unloaded his strength and stabilized.

He got up angrily and walked in front of Zhang Jian, and while raising his foot and kicking hard, he scolded angrily: ", aren't you capable, get up and fight Lao Tzu, come on!"

The scorpion was kicked so much that it kept bouncing up and hitting the back wall of the newsstand, opening its mouth and snorting involuntarily, while squeaking and stiffening: "You, there is a kind, just, just kill Lao Tzu, don't dare, old man, sooner or later, get it, kill you!"

"Yo he, it's useless to be ruthless, or a coward!" Wen Shuo stopped beating Zhang Jian and sneered: "It's not planted, right?"

"Huh?"

"If you can't beat Lao Tzu, you will only say these cruel words!" The fat man sneered, and out of the corner of his eye, he found that a few passers-by stopped from a distance to look at this side, and the fat man looked down at Zhang Jian, who looked ruthless and confused, and said loudly: "Don't say that Lao Tzu didn't give you a chance, I really don't want to lose face, so I go to the door of the Internet café in broad daylight to find Lao Tzu alone, take a knife and a gun to you, if Lao Tzu doesn't dare to go out, Lao Tzu is afraid of you! Who the calls the police, who is also a grandson! Dare?"

The scorpion sneered, "I want to kill you, who will go with you?"

"Okay, I'll give you a chance...... Get out!" Wen Shuo kicked Zhang Jian hard in the waist, causing him to howl miserably.

Seeing that the fat man really stopped fighting, but waved his hand to let him roll with disgust, the scorpion got up and held his waist and left, turning from behind the newsstand, he saw several pedestrians watching from afar, he turned his head and gasped, and continued with a bitter smile: "Fat man, you are powerful, you can fight, wait for death!"

After saying that, Zhang Jian turned around and left.

A weird, gentle smile suddenly appeared on the fat man's face, and he said softly, "Zhang Jian, wait a minute." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Jian stopped and turned his head: "What's ......?"

Halfway through the words, looking at the fat man's gentle face, Zhang Jian frowned, he always felt that something was wrong in his heart, a little awkward, and then his consciousness was a little blurred, he shook his head vigorously, his mind was a little clear, thinking of the fat man's words just now, he couldn't help but become more and more annoyed, gritted his teeth and said, "Fatty, what you say counts?"

"A mouthful of spit, a nail!" the fat man looked at the scorpion arrogantly.

"Okay!" Zhang Jian turned his head and left, saying at the same time: "You wait for Lao Tzu, and I will beat you sooner or later!"

"Lao Tzu waited......"

"Who the fuck doesn't dare, who is a grandson!"

"Bragged-forced!"

......

It's like a common situation for the two of them to finish a fight and then talk harshly to each other, and leave the arena on the stairs. It's just that the fat man at this time is more tough, and Zhang Jian seems to be weak and timid.

Because, the fat man didn't move;

Zhang Jian said cruel words, but he went farther and farther.

A few pedestrians who saw this scene naturally felt that this play was nothing to look at, and they all showed satisfied expressions, and each went back to his own house and looked for his mother.

The fat man, as if he was a little tired, leaned on the newsstand and lit another cigarette.

He was a little emotional and annoyed.

It's like being annoyed that my figure is not good enough. It's just that this time I'm annoyed that I'm not in good shape, but it's because the goal of being fat is too big and too eye-catching - at the end of the nineties, there was no monitoring like the world today, and the fat man certainly wouldn't predict the situation of the prophet more than ten years later, but he was cautious by nature, but after all, he was too eye-catching because of his wide body and fat body, so he suppressed the evil idea of getting rid of Zhang Jian with mystical methods.

Because it's not worth it.

Wen Shuo's mystical cultivation is not advanced enough, not to mention, it is not a simple matter for the occult to be a disaster, especially to take people's lives.

For example, to get rid of Xu Xianjian, he needs to use the strong historical and humanistic atmosphere of Beijing University, and he needs to use the qi of Yang Jingbin to dominate the whole school at that time, and he needs to set up a large array...... It can be said that it is completely with the help of the right time, place and people!

Moreover, in the end, Xu Xianjian's death was not done by his own hands.

Since the last time he beat Zhang Jian, Wen Shuo has considered many steps to get rid of Zhang Jian, first of all, he needs to find Zhang Jian's residence, and he has to meet Zhang Jian and meet Zhang Jian without being discovered...... But he didn't know where Zhang Jian lived, it was too troublesome to follow, and his figure was too good and eye-catching, it was easy to be seen and leave a relatively clear memory. If you entrust someone else to follow up and find, or inquire, then the hidden danger is even greater, once Zhang Jian dies unexpectedly, the entrusted person must first think that the fat man has tracked down Zhang Jian's residence.

It's not impossible to avoid these hidden dangers and troubles, the problem is that it takes time.

The fat man didn't have the leisure and energy to do this kind of thing, and of course the scorpion Zhang Jian wouldn't give him enough time, so he would come to the door first to retaliate.

And, to kill a person......

In particular, how much benefit can Zhang Jian, a slightly famous ruffian, bring?

Killing people is a technical job, a difficult job.

Especially for an honest person with a good heart like a fat man, it is more difficult.

So after the fat man pulled out his little abacus several times in his heart, he thought that in fact, the scorpion was still worth a little bit of mystic magic on himself, and then squeezed out the benefits - tonight he was beating the scorpion, and the two talismans he used were the "Burning Heart Yin Talisman" and the "Initiation Yang Talisman", and laid a shallow magic circle with the corresponding spell to make the "Gu Heart Method".

snatched Zhang Jian's blood and vitality, used the occult method to trick his heart, and recited the mantra to imprint the thoughts of his body in the depths of his consciousness.

But......

Wen Shuo knew that his cultivation was insufficient, so if he wanted to use the "Gu Heart Method" to the extreme, he had to pay a certain amount of hard work.

Early the next morning.

When there was already a long queue at the door of the Internet café, Wen Shuo came back from exercising with his roommates, and just walked downstairs to the dormitory, he saw Lu Yuanchao running in a hurry and looking panicked, and shouted from afar: "Boss, boss! Hurry up, that guy named Zhang Jian is at the door of our Internet café, saying that he wants to find you to fight ......."

"Uncle! It's against him!" Wen Shuo rolled up his sleeves and walked viciously and quickly to the east.

Chi Rong and the other three buddies hurriedly followed, but Wen Shuo told him as he walked: "That grandson holds a grudge, don't make a move for a while, in case he retaliates against you in the future, besides, I'll clean up his loose ones myself!"

A few roommates looked at each other, didn't they?

Who doesn't know the heroic deeds of the boss outside the door of the Internet café last time?

Outside the door of the Internet café, the students who were originally lining up to receive free tickets had already scattered with frightened faces, but they refused to stay away, just waiting for the matter to be resolved, and then quickly lined up to grab the free tickets.

Outside the Internet café, in the middle of the street, Zhang Jian was wearing a leather jacket and jeans, carrying a wooden stick in his hand, and a white medical tape was pasted on his nose, and his face was blue and red, shouting: "Call me the fat man, otherwise I will smash your Internet café!"

"Fatty, didn't you say it, there's a kind of one-on-one with me, who of us calls the police is the grandson!"

"Fatty!!"

......

When Zhang Jianzheng was shouting to himself, a burly figure appeared on Leng Buding's side, rushed to him at a very fast speed, kicked him to the ground, and stepped forward and crackled...... A vicious and ferocious scorpion, powerless to fight back.

After quickly beating Zhang Jian, the fat man waved his hand very indifferently and said to everyone: "Continue to queue up to get tickets, it's okay, it's okay......"

Then, he grabbed Zhang Jian by the collar and dragged him to the base of the wall on the side of the school gate not far away.

Everyone hurried to get the tickets, and the other onlookers walked to the small south gate, but they tried to stay as far away as possible, looking at the fat man and the young man who had been shouting so loudly before, but was beaten up in an instant.

Chi Rong and the others also followed, thinking that if the boss still wanted to beat the other party, he had to step forward to stop him, but don't kill anyone.

And then......

Everyone saw the scene of surprise.

The fat man squatting under the wall took out a cigarette, handed a scorpion with a blue nose and swollen face and weak breath to sit under the root of the wall, and took one in his mouth.

"I know you're not convinced, Ming'er is still here at this point in time, Lao Tzu is waiting here, but don't you shout, isn't it a shame to be beaten?" said the fat man earnestly.

"Come on, whoever is afraid of who is the grandson!" said Zhang Jian viciously.

"Wow! you're itchy!"

"Ming'er will bleed you!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

......