An open-top jeep swept past a street sign with a large line of letters:

"Welcome to Oceanside."

"Slow down."

Ethan said to Jabber, then stared blankly at the sea.

The sun, the sand, the bikini beauties, and the wooden pier that stretches hundreds of meters into the sea.

The blue water lapped against the wooden stakes below, making white spray.

Seagulls fly and surfers churn in the waves.

All this in front of him made him feel as if he was in the world of Los Santo, and instantly dreamed of returning to a five-star good citizen.

"What's wrong with you?"

Jaber slowed down, the scenery in front of him was indeed beautiful, but it was not so dazzling that he could not look at it in a daze.

"Let's go."

Ethan patted the car door, and he was immediately interested:

"Go over there and take two steps."

Seeing how energetic he was, Garber reluctantly turned the steering wheel and drove towards the trestle.

"Hey."

After parking the car, Ethan pushed the door open and was about to walk forward, but was stopped by Jaber, and then a black shadow flew over.

"In a place like this, take good things."

"No problem."

Ethan threw his fluttery backpack behind him and walked towards the pier with a brisk pace.

"Wait for me."

Jia Bo locked the car, Ethan had already walked out more than ten meters away, and he hurriedly followed.

On the trestle, there are many fishing guys on both sides, waving the throwing rods in their hands, and making a noise.

The sea crashed against the stakes, and the sound of the waves sounded.

At the end of the road, there is a small house built here, which is a restaurant, and there are many people eating in it.

Ethan walked briskly to the back of the trestle, stepped on the guardrail, and looked out at the endless sea.

"Oh!!"

He raised his arms and shouted insolently.

Garber covered his face with one hand and took a few steps away, pretending not to know the idiot.

"Haha."

"Hey, look here, there's a freak."

There were a few laughs behind him, and Ethan gathered his hands and jumped off the guardrail.

Coming to him were three tattooed young men in their twenties, all of whom had big pants and small waistcoats, and had dark skin.

He didn't want to think about anything, shook his head and wanted to leave.

When someone says two unpleasant words, they can't throw them into the sea.

Jabber stood up, his friend, he could scold himself.

Others scold, no.

He took off his sunglasses and looked at the one in the lead: "What the hell were you talking about?" ”

The man in the red striped vest in the leader stopped, twisted his head and looked at Jabber:

"What's the matter with you, I'm talking about this freak."

Looking in the direction he was pointing, a large boy with ordinary curly hair was standing in the corner.

The older boy had raw shoes on his feet and a worn-out bicycle in his hands.

Ethan also saw the boy standing next to him, seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyes were bright and bright, but the boy looked panicked when he saw the three people in front of him.

The man in the red striped vest turned around and rushed up and kicked the curly-haired boy in the stomach.

"Ahh

The boy clutched his stomach in pain and collapsed on top of his bike, which was crushed and deformed.

The man in the red striped vest retracted his feet and pointed viciously at his nose:

"Josh, don't think you can run."

"The fifty dollars that your mother paid for the powder credit has now become eighty, and I will give it to me within two days, otherwise, you know the consequences."

It's all bullshit again, and Ethan is too lazy to deal with it.

He and Jabber glanced at each other and were about to leave.

"Hey, did I let you go?" The man in the red striped vest heard again, this time clearly aimed at the two of them.

The fishermen who were fishing nearby were all walking away with their fishing rods, and the curtains were drawn up in the restaurant.

Ethan narrowed his eyes and stopped.

It seems that these people are a bit famous here, but also, people who can be drug dealers, ordinary people can't be afraid.

"Is there anything you can do?"

Ethan tilted his head and looked at the three of them.

Visually, there are no firearms, and these street vendors will not walk up and down the street with their pistols in their big pants.

"I was right when I said he was a freak." The man in the vest sneered and pointed at Ethan:

"But you're also an idiot."

The man in the vest looked at Garbor again and said with a look of contempt:

"Especially this pervert with eyeshadow, where did you come from?"

His voice fell, Jabber's face was gloomy, and the scene was silent.

"Hey, pervert."

The man in the vest took out a butterfly knife from his pocket and waved it a few times in a chic manner: "I'm talking to you, do you want to pretend you didn't hear?" ”

"You want to know where I'm from?"

Jabber stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers: "You come here, I'll tell you." ”

"Cut."

The man in the vest held the butterfly knife steadily, pretending to be afraid: "Chinese? Demolition of Kung Fu? ”

"Hahaha."

He and the two men behind him laughed a few times, then lunged at Jabber.

Jabber took a sideways flash, grabbed his wrist with lightning and squeezed it hard, then pushed it back.

"Huh."

The butterfly knife sank deep into the thigh of the man in the red striped vest, and Garber stared into his eyes and twisted it hard.

"Ahh

The screams rang out, and the man took a few steps back.

As he lunged towards Jabber, Ethan also walked towards the other two men.

The two men saw Ethan's figure and no weapon in his hand, and rushed forward with their fists without hesitation.

"Bang bang."

After two muffled sounds, they fell to their knees clutching their stomachs.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally pushed myself hard."

Ethan embarrassedly grabbed one of them by the neck, and with the other hand grabbed his large pants, easily lifting the man to his feet under Josh's terrified gaze.

"I'll send you to cool off, I'm sorry."

After speaking, Ethan shook it hard and threw the person in his hand out of the trestle.

"Ah!!h

"Bang."

After an exclamation, there was a large splash on the surface of the sea.

"Don't."

Another person wanted to run, but was grabbed by Ethan: "It's okay, don't be shy, exercise is good for your body." ”

There was another scream, and a figure fell from the trestle, and a plop sounded.

Ethan clapped his palms and looked at the man in the red vest who had been stabbed in the thigh by Jaber, looking like he hadn't had enough fun.

"Please, don't."

The man in the red vest waved his hand frantically: "My leg is injured and I can't swim that far." ”

"Human potential is forced out, how do you know if you don't try?" Jaber didn't let Ethan take all the fun away and struggled to lift him to the guardrail.

"I'm going to kill you two, I'm going to kill you!!"

With a constant howl, Jabber pushed him into the sea with a force on his arm.

The trestle is not far from the sea, that is, less than ten meters high, and you can't kill anyone if you fall, but you can just swim back a few hundred meters to choke.

Looking at the three people splashing below, Ethan stood on the guardrail again and waved his arms:

"Come on, you can do it."

"Fakyu."

A violent shout came from below, causing Ethan and Jaber to laugh.

Josh, who was squatting on the side, slowly stood up, and he didn't know where the two madmen came from, who dared to do this to the Mad Dog Gang.

He patted off the footprints on his T-shirt, gritted his teeth and said:

"You guys go quickly, they are not good people, be careful of being retaliated against."

This kid has a good heart, and he knows to remind them.

Ethan easily jumped off the guardrail and grinned, "Whoever told you, we're not bad people." ”

Thank you Brother Fuduoduo for the reward, thank you

(End of chapter)