Hehe...

Typo...

It's you!!

"Ah, let go of me, what do you want to do???"

I just dragged him directly under a street lamp, because then even if I bent down and he could only see a dark silhouette, but I could not see my indifferent gaze at his trembling eyes at this moment. Because I'm pretty sure that when he was in the small box, the appearance of "it" was already deeply imprinted in his heart.

At that time, he looked at me with my hands on my knees, looking down at him, his eyes scared and annoyed.

"Who, why did you beat us??Did you recognize the wrong person??"

"Smack~"

A slap, this is my response, made him stare and stiffen for a long time before stirring his tongue and licking the blood from the root of his teeth, and shouted at me with a very fierce expression: "Paralyzed, this is Jinsha! Have you heard of Daye in Jinsha? It's my brother! Don't be too arrogant about you! Why do you have a special kind of smoke again??"

"Smack~"

"Smack!"

Hehe, no thanks...

Two slaps in a row pia on his thirty-six yard big face, I told him to talk less and eat more with practical actions. And after he shouted out Ohno's backstage but it didn't work, he finally fell into a helpless panic. I finally knew that we were really here for him today.

And I didn't pump him again, in fact, I didn't move at all when I squatted there, and my face was expressionless all the time, just staring blankly at his violently changing eyes. Why? I couldn't say a very precise answer at the time, but I knew...

At that moment, I wanted to see the pain on his face when he was beaten, and the hideous...

I really want to see the fear in his eyes, and the fear...

Perhaps, this is just like the pleasure of laughing at clowns from the ugliness of others when they bully others...

But I'm not playing any abuse here!

Because I Chen Qian has never been a person who will find superiority from bullying the weak. I'm here with just a revenge mentality, and it's heavy...

A big molars in his mouth were loosened after two slaps, and now he covered his face, and learned a lot to refute again, but...

"Smack~"

I don't care if you can't argue or not? If I want to hit you, I'll hit you! It's that simple, so I immediately hit you again.

(Unless the strength is evenly matched and the strength is different, no one uses fists to bully people on campus, the slap hurts, and the fist is easy to hurt.) And the slap is even more insulting)

Covering his face and gasping for breath, he was silent and unresponsive.

"Smack~~~"

Resisting, the green tendons on his forehead were throbbing, but he continued to be silent.

"Bang!Bang!!"

When the successive slaps fell on his face like a dead dog that no one wanted, he finally couldn't bear to hold his face, which had become stinging from numbness, and was about to stand up with his hand, but before he could straighten his waist, I screamed in my throat and grabbed his throat, and choked him to death!!

He still has a lot of strength, and I feel like I was almost turned up by him, but when an uncle in the back stepped on his ankle, he howled miserably and lost his strength. It's like me being trampled on by four or five people in the box that day.

Hit the back of his head on the ground and made a duang~ sound, and then, it was a snap, one, two, three, four, five, the straightened big mouth was crazy as if it wouldn't stop until I was exhausted, and he was slapped in the face one after another, dozens of slaps down, and the already swollen face was even the skin was stretched open, and Zhang Shaofeng, who was still hard, was so hard, so I cried...

"5555~What the hell are you... Who is it, who is it??? why are you beating us, what do you want55555~~"

He was lying on the ground with his face covered, and big tears slid down his cheeks, but I didn't relent, because I knew the tears of the enemy, and you don't think they were "tears", they were good wines that would give you pleasure, and if you thought they were "tears", they were poison...

With a sneer, I thought to myself, what do I want... I want your life!hehe...

Unfortunately, that's unrealistic. So now I just want to make you more miserable and make me more comfortable, hehe...

Revenge was in the way, and I stopped slapping him but tore his hair and pulled him up, wrote a word on the ground under his frightened gaze, and pointed at myself. He glanced down and read it out in surprise.

"Please?"