Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Zhu Luo thought it was all right, raised his head and just smiled when he saw me making a knife with my hand and slashing towards his neck.

This hand knife used [-]% of my speed and strength, and it was absolutely not mixed with any water.

Zhu Luo closed her eyes and fell straight on the ground.

"This..." Brother Long looked at me in disbelief.

"I'll wake up in a while." I pretended to be an outsider. I really didn't have a beard on my chin, otherwise I would have to stroke it. [

"Brother Long should know the goods, this is the special technique of the evil wolf gang martial arts." I held the knife in front of my eyes and looked at it carefully.

But I was thinking in my heart: Is there any flaw in my performance, is my momentum strong enough?

Qiqi, the little brother behind Brother Long, exclaimed, and looked at me with a little more awe.

"What a beautiful movement." Brother Long's tone was full of envy: "I would like to go to that legendary club to practice for a few days sometime."

"Speaking of which, I should be sorry." I continued to pretend to be coercive: "I hit your little brother without your consent."

"What are you talking about?" Brother Long hooked my shoulder: "My little brother is your little brother."

Brother Long turned his head and asked the others: "Is it?"

"Yes!" The people behind answered together.

"Brother Ming!" Brother Long gave a look.

"Hello, brother Ming!" Several younger brothers shouted together, attracting countless passers-by.

I put my hands behind my back and said in a peerless tone: "It's just a small skill." In fact, I feel that the tone is very unbearable.

After Brother Long's men carried Zhu Luo away, I looked at the sun outside the window, and it was about to fall below the horizon.

Night is coming soon.

After all, I didn't go to that legendary party, but at ten o'clock in the evening, I still heard the first-hand live report from Song Silu in the first place.

For the convenience of expression, with excitement, I still use the third-person technique to write about that night that made countless people feel emotional.

During the occurrence of this incident, Li Sijia and I sat obediently in the classroom for evening self-study, and there seemed to be various sounds of sword fighting in our ears, and each of us couldn't help the excitement in our hearts.