The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 91 Who Hit My Classmate

Come on, Mo Huasong, as long as you confess your love to me, I will immediately slap you in the face.Pang Xiaopei cried out inwardly.

But after hearing Pang Xiaopei's words, Mo Huasong rushed towards her red sports car without saying a word.

With a "snap", Mo Huasong jumped into the driver's seat, closed the door, and immediately drove forward.

Time was running out, and Mo Huasong thought it would be better to drive Pang Xiaopei's sports car.

If it was another woman, Mo Huasong would not borrow her sports car.

But for Pang Wenjun's granddaughter, that's fine.

"This, this—" Pang Xiaopei was stunned.

Didn't Mo Huasong want to express his love to her?Why did he drive her car away before confessing his love?
Is there something wrong with his head?Or are you too shy to say it?
Suddenly, Pang Xiaopei woke up suddenly: "Ah, car, my sports car. Mo Huasong, you bastard, come back to me, that's my sports car."

But Mo Huasong had already disappeared in her red sports car, and the bystanders were dumbfounded.

"Tch, I thought that boy wanted to confess his love to Pang Xiaopei, so he borrowed a car?" a boy said.

"That boy is quite handsome. If he also has his own sports car, I will definitely be his girlfriend."

"Wake up, if someone has such a sports car, he will still find a crooked melon like you as his girlfriend?"

Pang Xiaopei angrily took out her mobile phone and made a call. She wanted someone to find out where her sports car was, and she wanted to make Mo Huasong die in a very ugly way.

After Mo Huasong drove his sports car out of the school, he stepped on the gas pedal and rushed towards the sports square.

As for the red lights and traffic police, Mo Huasong ignored them.

When he arrived at the Sports Plaza, Mo Huasong stopped directly at the gate, and then ran inside.

When he went to the ticket window, Mo Huasong saw Du Ling squatting there, crying with his arms around Su Weidong who was covered in blood.

"Weidong." Mo Huasong hurried over there to check on Su Weidong's injuries.

As soon as Mo Huasong caught Su Weidong's veins, his eyes were serious.

The opponent attacked very hard and severely injured Su Weidong.

The blood on Su Weidong's clothes was all vomited out by him.

Mo Huasong took out two healing elixirs from the storage ring and stuffed them into Su Weidong's mouth, while injecting a burst of true energy into his body.

Just for a moment, the unconscious Su Weidong slowly opened his eyes. "Du Ling, don't cry, I'm fine."

"Why are you okay? They beat you to death just now, I'll call an ambulance to take you to the hospital now." Du Ling said, wiping away the tears on her face. "It's all my fault. If you didn't want to watch Xiao Jie's concert, you wouldn't have been beaten like this."

Du Ling knew that those scalpers didn't want others to queue up to buy tickets. Otherwise, how could their tickets be sold at two or three times the price?

Seeing that Su Weidong was about to buy tickets, they deliberately jumped in front of the queue to prevent Su Weidong from buying tickets.

Su Weidong, who is full of vigor, of course wants to scold the other party, and they happened to beat Su Weidong with black hands.

"Who beat Wei Dong?" Mo Huasong's eyes flashed with anger.

"They wear similar clothes, and they rushed up to beat Wei Dong." Du Ling turned her head and looked ahead, where a group of men in trench coats stood there, all of them looked at Mo Huasong and the others unkindly.

Mo Huasong stared at them and asked, "Du Ling, did they hit you?"

"I wear the same clothes as them, but I don't know if they beat them. But they are also scalpers. Even if they weren't them, they would know the murderer just now." Du Ling looked at Su Weidong, whose face was still pale, with pity.

"It's fine that they are scalpers." Mo Huasong stood up and walked over there.

Du Ling shouted in fear: "Mo Huasong, don't go over, let's go, we can't afford to mess with them."

They are still students, how can they fight against these scalpers?
Mo Huasong didn't say anything, he walked up to those scalpers and stared at them: "Who beat my classmate?"

"Hehe, let me just say, they are students at a young age." A young man with a flat head said excitedly.

Immediately the young man with a flat head said fiercely to Mo Huasong: "What are you looking at, boy, believe it or not, I'll gouge out your eyeballs? You Mabi's student, if you don't have a good time in school, what kind of team are you here to snatch from us?" Rice bowl, I don’t think you have died before.”

When Mo Huasong heard this, he knew that even if it wasn't for this young man with a flat head who hit Su Weidong, he was also suspected of instigating it.

"I'll ask again, whoever hit my classmate just now, stand up." Mo Huasong stared at the scalpers coldly.

"Stand by your mabi." The young man with a flat head cursed. "Go away, or it will make your death even uglier."

Mo Huasong didn't say much, grabbed the crew-cut youth by the collar with one hand, and slammed into the nearby pillar.

"Crack." The forehead of the flat-haired youth was cut, and blood flowed out.

"Ah, it hurts me to death. Hurry up and hit him." The short-haired young man wanted to punch Mo Huasong, but he found that he couldn't move his hands and feet.

"Crack." With another blow, the head of the crew-cut youth hit the pillar again.

Mo Huasong used so much force that the forehead bone of the flat-headed youth was broken, and his face and clothes were stained red with blood. "Say, who hit my classmate?"

Those scalpers rushed up, but what was very strange was that when they just rushed to Mo Huasong's side, they found a breeze blowing by, and then they couldn't move.

"You hit him, what are you doing standing there?" the flat-haired young man yelled angrily.

But no matter what he called, those men could only stand there, unable to even speak.

Mo Huasong sneered, and continued to pull the crew-haired young man against the pillar.

This time, the face of the flat-haired young man was completely smashed, and he passed out, unable to speak even if he wanted to.

"Okay, it's time for the next one." Mo Huasong threw the ugly young man on the ground, and then grabbed another man.

There was another hard impact, and there was another puddle of blood on the pillar. The man's face was rotten, and the blood flowed all over the ground.

Mo Huasong didn't have the patience to ask any more questions, so he hit hard.

The man was hit by this and was able to speak. "Don't hit me, I said, Brother Pingtou led us to hit him."

The man hurriedly pointed out the people who beat Su Weidong just now, and Mo Huasong stepped forward without saying a word, and smashed both of their hands.

Now even if these people go to the hospital to have their bones broken, they still can't get the bones back to their original positions. They will be disabled for the rest of their lives.

If these people just hit Su Weidong a little bit, Mo Huasong wouldn't hit Su Weidong so hard.

But they beat Su Weidong into such a serious injury. If it wasn't for Mo Huasong's timely treatment, Su Weidong would often go to the hospital to see a doctor in his life.

"What are you doing? Are you looking for death?" A group of security guards ran over with batons.

"Security, someone is beating us, help." Those scalpers saw the security guards approaching, and hurriedly shouted.

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