Quick Transmigration: The villains are all my adults

Chapter 46 - Young man, you are sick (12)

The alley that backs away from the food street is sandwiched outside the fence of the residential area and leads to another sidewalk at the end, but almost no one passes by here.

Because the alley is very narrow, there are several rows of one-meter-high garbage bins at the corner, where the garbage from the food court is piled up here, emitting a stench of corruption, no one would want to come near it.

It is precisely because this is a dirty and dark corner that no one passes by, it has become a hidden place for bullying and fighting.

Two dilapidated garbage trucks full of garbage were parked at the entrance of the alley, but the person responsible for emptying the garbage cans was not in the car.

Several half-emptied trash cans were lying on the ground, and the disgusting stench was pungent and unpleasant. The messy scene seemed to be that the person in charge of taking out the trash was interrupted midway, and left in a hurry without even tidying up.

The garbage truck stopped at the entrance of the alley, just to cover what was going on in the alley. A group of people with green and yellow hairs and clothes in sloppy clothes were beating a man violently.

The skinny boy curled up was kicked hard on the shoulder, his whole body slid two or three meters across the rough ground, and hit heavily on the wall full of rubbish behind him.

His hands hugged the back of his head all the time, he was kicked several meters away, and the back of his hand scraped the rough ground until he was bloody, but he didn't groan in pain, his body posture was twisted in a strange way, and he lay motionless on the rubbish dump , seems to have lost its vitality.

One of them walked over and kicked him in the stomach a few more times, grabbed the slightly longer messy black hair, and pulled it back fiercely, revealing the intact face.

His skin was very white, to a sickly extent, and his thin chin made him look fragile and vulnerable, but his lips were very red, so red that people couldn't look away at a glance.

And the facial features are as exquisite as beautiful porcelain, even if you look closely, you can't see a trace of flaws, but the pair of jet-black pupils covered by the broken hair are silent and empty, lifeless and pitch-black.

His expression was numb, like an exquisite puppet placed in a window, beautiful but soulless, only an empty shell.

The green-haired young man tugged at the boy's hair, and slapped the beautiful pale cheek with the sharpened butterfly knife in his hand.

The words were full of insidious malice: "A freak created by chaos, what else can you see besides this face? You are not as good as garbage, the blood on your body is dirty and disgusting, who gave you the qualifications? Reject my sister's confession in public! How dare you humiliate her with rude words!"

The pale and thin face of the boy who was forced to look up did not show any expression of fear when he was slapped by the blade. The wounds all over his body did not even move his brows. He was as numb as if he had no consciousness, and his dark eyes were dead. And the hollowness makes people feel that this is a lifeless puppet.

"If it wasn't for my old sister's sadness, I really want to scratch your face right now, and I will teach you a lesson today and teach you how to behave."

Lu Mao put away the knife, kicked him over, and winked at the people behind him: "Keep beating me until he begs for mercy, and see how long this kid can pretend to be dumb."

A few people gathered around and punched and kicked. This person didn't resist or even struggled. The beating was like a human sandbag, not to mention how enjoyable it was. The violent and dark malice in their hearts was unscrupulously released. The eyes of the few people were red, and the beating Work hard, fists and feet are getting heavier and heavier.

(End of this chapter)