Paul was holding his newly purchased three-character scripture, and when the sound of footsteps approached, or when he heard the cries of selling in the street, his body immediately entered a state of high alert.

Paul was wary of his books, fearing that someone would take away his books, but he forgot that he hadn't paid his tuition fees that month.

He walked into the school with a little excitement and admired the lawn, which was neat and comfortable, exuding a faint fragrance. The cherry blossom petals bloom on the branches, and they are pink, brilliant and beautiful, like a shy girl smiling slightly, conveying a feeling of happiness and joy, and when you stop to watch, the whole world becomes quiet.

A few people are hooking shoulders, a few people are chasing and fighting, and a few people are running at random, everything is so loving, this is a good place to learn.

Immersed in the beautiful fantasy that he was about to learn a new text, Paul hurried to the classroom with three steps and two steps.

Bang!

Boom!

Yes!

Paul's head hit the root of the teaching, and the teaching reflexively raised his right leg and kicked him hard, leaving a distinct footprint on Paul's stomach.

Paul's body fell over, rolled down the steps, his arms loosened, and the "Three Character Sutra" fell into a puddle, the buzzing sound in his ears kept ringing, and a hole was immediately opened in the back of his head, as if blood was spilling out.

The pain in his back was released in the blink of an eye, and the stomach acid was churning in convulsions, and he cried bitterly, and in an instant, Paul's body curled up together, and there was no figure in his eyes, no blue sky, only Venus rising wildly.

"It's you, it must be you, who else but you?!" Jiao Xi pushed the gold wire glasses, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked down the steps step by step, his tone was soft, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust from the bottom of his heart.

"Paul, Paul, the names are the same, you two are like twin brothers. It is impossible to do things in different styles, except for the details that are slightly different.

The dough is mixed with dirt and incense ash, you are paying tribute to Paul Kochagin!

Do you think that if I am instructed to do so, I will let the murderer go?

Do you think they are of the same heart as you and will not betray you?

After hearing the words of the teaching, Paul's stomach was full of grievances, his body trembled, and his whole person was not well, and a strong premonition of a great disaster arose, and the whole person was paralyzed as if he had drunk a glass of black nameless liquid.

The last thing Paul heard was, "Your family hasn't paid me this month's tuition, so you are not welcome at all in this classroom and my teaching, and you should get out."

Paul lamented that he remembered the days when he washed clothes, pushed the lawn, and moved bricks for the teaching, and remembered that the teaching practice, after punching and kicking himself during his own break, earnestly taught, "Paul. You didn't pay me tuition, I asked you to trade your work for study time. I've ever stopped while teaching, and you're wasting my time, wasting my time, murdering my life. For the person who murdered my life, I should beat you, and you deserve to be beaten!"

He trembled and stretched out his hands, stretched out his middle finger, and said weakly and hesitantly: "School is free, and if you take ill-gotten gains and kick me out of school, you will be a big villain." ”

Jiao Xi smiled, laughed speechlessly, he smiled: Teaching is not a thing, it is a thing that should also increase the price, they don't give me a salary increase, I can only force it like a villain, you have hard wings, you dare to talk back, get out!"

After a while, Paul limped out of the school, not knowing where to go, to go home? Paul shook his head, not wanting to face the family that was struggling to live below the poverty line.

Paul tore off his sleeves, wrapped his injured head, and limped towards Dasheng Street and Ziyang Street in Qingyang City like a poor man, with only one direction in his eyes and only one thought in his heart, even if he died on the road, he would never go home.

............

Lu Kee coffin shop.

Paul leaned against the door, his body shaking unnaturally, and he didn't dare to look up at Boss Lu, who was looking at him, and asked in a trembling tone, "Boss, are you recruiting apprentices?"

Lu Tao looked at Paul carefully, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "The warlords are fighting, there are many gangs, and the business is not easy to do, you can go to other houses and ask." ”

............

Yao Ji Longevity Shop.

Paul pointed to the signboard with trembling fingers, glanced at Boss Yao, who was still looking out, as if he needed an apprentice here, and asked with a little weakness: "Boss, are you recruiting apprentices?"

Yao Wannian took the signboard away, slapped it over, spit clouds and mist in his mouth, the color of disdain was obvious, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and said strangely: "Holding your hands together, in a mellow posture, moving in a circle, leave my shop." ”

Paul sighed, looked at the yin and yang weird Boss Yao, and remembered the face of the false benevolence and righteousness of the teacher, who he met!

He was furious, trembling and stretched out his hands, compared his middle finger, stretched out to the sky, and said weakly and hesitantly: "Why is this the result? Two bosses, one with a sad face, the other with a yin and yang weirdness, plus that teacher is like a robber, does it mean that this world does not allow a weak person like me to survive?!"

............

Choi Kee Roast Chicken Shop.

Paul stroked his rumbling belly, dragged his tired body, stood at the door of the store, held on to the door, and looked in greedily, watching the diners feast on it, his nose was full of the smell of chicken, arousing a strong appetite, and he could no longer move his steps.

He sat outside the shop, watching the sky darken, his heart was full of loss, but he was unwilling to be banished, the world is so big that there is no place for himself?

He sat outside the roast chicken shop, watched Ah Fa walk in unhurriedly, watched the diners come in and out, and involuntarily shouted: "Who can give me a job? I don't want wages, just food and shelter!"

Paul shouted hoarsely, over and over again, as if to release the depression and anguish in his heart, and some of the diners were drunk, squinting at Paul who was shouting, kicking and beating, and getting into the rickshaw in a good mood.

He was lying on the corner of the street, crying weakly, and suddenly the cough sounded, probably caused by injury and cold, injury after injury, and a depression caused by the accumulation of a suffocating qi, and gradually his throat was hoarse, and he could no longer howl.

............

"Little brother, if you hit me, it's fate. I can buy you a roast chicken, a cup of jasmine tea, and you can go with me. Wang Haonan picked up Paul, walked into the roast chicken shop, and ordered a roast chicken and a cup of jasmine tea.

After waiting for a while, the waiter took the ocean, flicked it vigorously, and heard the joyful magic sound of the silver coin, and his heart trembled for a moment, as if he had returned to the harvest season.

Wang Haonan took the roast chicken and flower tea casually, waved his hand casually, and said with a smile: "No need to make change, Ah Fa!"

Ah Fa's figure immediately lowered, and he smiled almost flatteringly: "Thank you, Boss Wang, I wish you a long life, a thriving career, a wide range of financial resources, and a thousand fights every day......"

............

Paul took the roast chicken and flower tea, as if he had caught the Holy Grail, and a warm current of gratitude was born in his heart, flowing all over his body, his eyes were bright, and he said on the spot that whatever he wanted to do by himself, even if he went up the knife mountain and down to the sea of fire, he would not hesitate to go to the soup and fire.

Wang Haonan led Paul past the noisy diners, walked through the hot kitchen, took out a bunch of keys, and opened his own exclusive warehouse.

It is both a warehouse for all kinds of knives, machine guns, and a secret meeting room.

On both sides are shelves for knives and machine guns, in the middle is a rather classical solid wood table, behind the door is also a box with live ammunition prominently indicated on the label, and on the opposite side of the door, there is also a row of shelves, with three tiers, and the kits are arranged in different categories.

Next to the door, against the wall, is a barrel with a scabbard guarding it.

Wang Haonan closed the door, the noise immediately stopped abruptly, he looked around, took out a box from the shelf, and kept stroking, looking satisfied and complacent.

After Paul had eaten and drunk enough, he looked at the room full of swords and machine guns, his body suddenly tightened, and his heart suddenly cooled, and he thought a little: "He can't be a perverted murderer, right?!"

These elements combined to create such a result that he had enough of a hundred ways to kill me! No, if he wanted to hurt me, he just had to ignore me, and he didn't have to go through such trouble.

It's scary, why am I facing this situation, I don't know what's going to happen when I connect? I want to go home, but when I get home, I have to come out and look for a job, and I might encounter something worse!

What should I do, what can I do?"

The more Paul thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his trembling body kept moving backwards, and after moving back for some distance, he hit the barrel with a bang, and almost fell headlong into it.

He shook his body a few times and stood up, leaned uncontrollably on the edge of the barrel, his hands shook unnaturally, pulled out two swords from the barrel, and kept waving the sheathed sword weapon, defensively slashing towards Wang Haonan who kept coming him.

He shouted tremblingly, "Don't come here, I'...... The sword in my hand has no eyes, I ...... Kill without blinking, I ...... I don't want to die yet!"

Paul's tone became weaker and weaker, his voice became louder and louder, the timidity in his heart became more and more intense, his expression of panic and anxiety was infinitely magnified, and the whole person suddenly softened and collapsed by the barrel.

Wang Haonan nodded and smiled encouragingly: "The scabbard is used to protect the blade, and it can't hurt me." Come on, work hard, draw your sword, draw your sword, draw your sword!"

Paul hurriedly drew his sword, and the scabbard was discarded on the ground, still sitting by the barrel, waving it incessantly, in a haphazard and disorganized manner.

Wang Haonan approached little by little, looked at Paul with kind eyes again, and said with a smile: "Stand up, stand up, stand up! You are a big boy with two swords, stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up, and fight against me!"

Can you resist me if you are cowardly?!

Can you save your life if you are blindly panicking?!

Answer me!"

"No! not at all!" Paul snarled to his feet.

"Only when the words are said and explained clearly can others understand!" Wang Haonan looked at Paul, who was about to stand up, and smiled kindly.

"You can't be cowardly, you can't panic, only in this way can you resist and save your life. Paul's roar was filled with tremors, and his body shook more and more intensely, and the sword almost fell to the ground.

"According to your words, your body should be as still as a pine forest, not as shaky as chaff. Why is this the case?" Wang Haonan frowned and asked.

"Because I can't control myself at all! because I'm afraid of losing my life, I'm afraid of hurting others, and I'm afraid of facing a family that's on the verge of collapse. ”

Paul closed his eyes tightly, shook his body, waved his two swords indiscriminately, and slashed four or five times at the position where Wang Haonan was based according to his memory.

Bang bang bang!