The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 42 Lie to me (Part [-])
Squeezing the note in his hand into a ball, and throwing it lightly on the desk, Lin Yang no longer sat on the student chair, but turned around, walked out of the classroom and out of the school gate with the chill all over his body .

When Yang Zhen saw this scene, the corners of his mouth curled up again, and he was also happy in his heart: "If you want to come to Lin Yang, you will never return." '

'So Lin Yang must not be able to participate in the college entrance examination this time, right? '

'Then I won the first place in the school countless times, wouldn't I come back again? '

'And Hu Xiaoqian, who has delicate skin, tall figure, and beautiful face, shouldn't she also make a plan to trick her out for fun? '

With beautiful fantasies in his heart, he felt a lot easier when he started the exercises.

At this moment, Lin Yang stopped at the school gate, came to a small stall, bought a box of plastic poker and put it in his pocket in case of accidents, and then strode towards the billiard hall 600 meters to the east.

In his previous life, he heard that this billiard hall was very famous and seemed to have a deep background, so no one dared to provoke it easily, even if it was a hooligan passing by, he would make a detour.

Entering the billiards hall, I saw that under the dim and relaxing lights, there was not a single customer playing billiards. It seemed that the court was cleared. There were only a dozen young people in their 20s standing in various postures surrounded by a sitting Behind the short-haired young men in Zhang Taishi's chair, there was a violent aura.

But these people couldn't get into the eyes of Emperor Ziyang at all.

Lin Yang put his hands in his pockets, with an indifferent expression on his face, and walked slowly, with a strong character, which made Han Bing sitting in the grand master's chair a little admired. He went to the meeting alone, comparable to Guan Yunchang.

But so what, two fists are no match for four hands.

Even if the boy can fight beyond imagination in school and cannot be subdued by ordinary means, then he still has a pistol. If you think about it, even if you are the world boxing champion, you will not be able to withstand bullets.

"Where is the Jin Tianzhuang you kidnapped, hand it over."

Lin Yang walked up to this group of people, put his hands in his pockets and stood there casually, and said lightly, there was no trace of the fear of ordinary students facing a dozen social youths.

Han Bing on the opposite side and the dozen or so young people behind him were stunned when they heard this. They had never seen such a tough student before.

They couldn't help but look at Lin Yang. The ordinary loose gray sportswear and a pair of standard street sneakers all showed from top to bottom that this young man's family background is not superior.

Such a young man dared to "arrogant" in front of them, probably because he didn't know how to write dead.

"Who is Jin Tianzhuang? We don't know each other, and there is none here." Han Bing sat in the grand master's chair for a while, glanced at Lin Yang like an arrogant superior, and said lightly.

"No?"

Lin Yang frowned, looked around, and found that there was no place to hide people, even if these young people really tied up Jin Tianzhuang, now that he has arrived at the billiard hall, there is no reason not to let them meet.

There is only one possibility.Lin Yang looked directly at Han Bing and asked, "Someone tricked me into coming here?"

"I don't know if others lie to you or not, but I only know that you must come if I want to see you." Han Bing replied slowly, with pride in his bones.

"Oh? Why did you invite me here?" Lin Yang was a little surprised.

"Please? You deserve it too." A young man behind Han Bing yelled: "Someone paid a lot of money for your hands, feet and bones. Boy, you are very lucky. Do you do it yourself or we will help you?"

When Han Bing, who was sitting in the grand master's chair, heard the words behind him, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, his eyelids were contemptuous, and he slowly stretched out his palm. A young man behind him quickly put a hammer into Han Bing's palm.

"I only give you 1 minute to do it yourself. Otherwise, we will have to do it for you. Once we do it, the damage may be much worse, and maybe your life will not be saved."

With a flick of Han Bing's palm, the hammer that had just been put in his palm was thrown out and landed in front of Lin Yang.

Seeing the hammer less than three feet away from his feet, Lin Yang couldn't help shaking his head.

It's really ridiculous that one day Emperor Ziyang will hear such a threat, but the one who threatens him is a dozen ordinary people like ants. Kill him one hundred thousand.

"Why, do you want to do it?" Seeing that Lin Yang didn't move, Han Bing sat up straight and sneered, his eyes bursting with fierceness.

"I have never experienced the threat of ants in my life. Since you all want to try it, come on. I will let you know what it means that some people cannot be messed with, and what it means that certain things cannot be said." Lin Yang raised his head, indifferently Said.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Han Bing and the dozen or so young people behind him all sank.

"Bingge, I'm here to meet this crazy kid and see how he can dare to call us ants." A young man with a shaved head, tattoos, and a fleshy face roared, and rushed out from behind Han Bing , raised his hammer-like fist, and threw it at Lin Yang.

Seeing this, Han Bing lay down again in the grand master's chair.

This bald young man is a general in the area of ​​Los Angeles No. [-] High School. He has participated in turf battles and is a ruthless character who has seen blood.Even if the young man in front of him was good at fighting according to Yang Zhen, he might not be a match for the bald youth.

After all, taekwondo in school is just a show of fists and legs, how can it compare with the fighting skills of bloody fights.

When the dozen or so youths behind Han Bing looked at Lin Yang, who put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked relaxed, they also sneered.

This young man is too ignorant, wait until the bald fist hits you, let's see if you can still relax.

"Boy, lie down."

The bald leopard stared angrily, and the tendons on his arms were as hard as iron. With the fists blasting out, a strong force exploded.

Looking at the fist about to hit his face, Lin Yang's face remained calm, only a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes: "You shouldn't have shot me."

"boom!"

As soon as the soft voice fell, the eyes of the bald young man who was imagining the scene of fists falling on Lin Yang's face suddenly froze, and he felt a huge force hitting his chest. The body cast like steel also flew upside down like a sandbag.

It was Lin Yang who arrived later, and kicked the bald young man's chest with just one kick.

"how is this possible!"

Seeing the bald young man flying back, the dozen or so people behind Han Bing all stared wide-eyed and shouted in shock.

And that Han Bing's face changed even more, he slapped the armrest of the grand master's chair suddenly, turned over and jumped off the grand master's chair from one side.

Just as the soles of his feet hit the ground, there was a loud 'bang', and it was the bald young man who slammed down on the grand master's chair hard, breaking the back of the grand master's chair made of solid wood.

(End of this chapter)