Into the enchanting high school by mistake: training camp for handsome men

Chapter 216 The Torn Scar: The First Misfortune of the Heavenly God 【3】

"Where is Rang Chenyong?" The man's pale cheeks were blown even colder by the cold wind, and beside the expressionless cheek, the black hair was blown on his cheeks, making a cold sound, Sen Fuxi clenched his fists faintly.

Without any weapons on his body, he looked very weak, as if the people next to him could cut his head off with a knife.

"Looking for our young master?"

"Our young master said he beat you so hard that even your mother wouldn't recognize him."

"If we kill you Shangsen Fuyu today, I don't think anyone will dare to fight against our young master again. This military road is not in the pocket of our young master, hahaha..."

Uemori Fuyu clenched his fists tightly, as if he couldn't breathe, he took several deep breaths before taking a step forward.

As expected of Fushi Uemori, even with so many people, it seemed that there was no pressure at all. On the contrary, the surrounding crowd stepped back a few steps, resisting the terrible pressure from Fushi Uemori.

"Afraid... What are you afraid of?! We have knives! That kid has nothing..."

"At worst, kill him..."

A trace of fierceness flashed in everyone's eyes, and they approached slowly with a knife, but they didn't expect that Shangsenfu would strike first, knocking down a few people in a flash, but they were even more tired because of the previous journey, inadvertently, their arms were cut A thin bloodstain, slowly flowing out a dark red liquid.

A sternness flashed in the dark blue Danfeng's eyes, and he covered the wound on his arm.

The reason why Fuyu Uemori was feared was not a vegetarian, his name on Broken Star could almost cover the entire town, and he was the only one who was feared in this town, because he never cared about the consequences of his actions.

But... Shangsen's house is the most unofficial place in Broken Star. Seeing how close Lun Yuxi and Shangsen's house are, I also know that the water depth in the backstage is as deep as the Yangtze River.

After a life-and-death struggle, the black-haired boy had already lost half his life. His body was covered with not-so-deep stab wounds and bruises. He walked into the third district while leaning on the wall.

The young man sitting in the arena was only about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was stepping on a bundle of sacks. There was slight twisting and panting in the sacks, and he seemed to have been tortured for a long time.

"I'm here, where's the person?" His deep dark blue eyes glanced at the sack under Rang Chenyong's feet, and he frowned calmly.

The person on the chair who was very arrogant at first stood up and stepped on the sack under his feet the moment he saw Uemori Fuyu: "Didn't you see all the people? How about your sincerity?"

For a moment, the wind was terribly strong, and the black-haired boy raised the corners of his mouth bloodthirstyly: "Rang Chenyong, it seems that I am giving you too much face, and if I don't let you hurt once, you don't know what Shang Senfu is."忶."

The face of the boy across from him turned dark immediately, three buttons of the white suit on his body were torn off suddenly, and he was thrown on the ground, leaving only a black silk shirt, his chest was wide open, and a large piece of snow-white skin was shining in the sun .

"Do you want to fight? Okay... Do you think it's just those people outside?" As soon as the words fell, many men in black appeared like mushrooms after a huge pile of wooden boxes, but their hands were full of sharp knives. It's like a sword.

"How? Do you want Lun Yuxi's life, or do you want me to take your life? Since you have no sincerity to come to me, why should I forgive others?" The corners of the caressing eyes flowed, making Chen Yong's haze and confusion people together.

(End of this chapter)