Rebirth 2000, Ome school flower 18 years old

"What the hell do you mean kid? You want to leave after wetting my buddy's clothes?"

A yellow hair grabbed Liu Mubai's hair and said viciously.

Liu Mubai smelled of alcohol all over his body, his eyes were dull, and he couldn't stand still, "Let it go, let it go, I've apologized, what else do you want?"

"How about it? Lose money, my brother is wearing a famous brand, does Armani know? Hurry up and lose money!" Huang Mao said fiercely.

The four young men beside him were laughing and watching, looking at Liu Mubai was like seeing a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Such a drunk is the most suitable target. People who are drunk can extort as much money as they want.

"How much?" Liu Mubai didn't resist, and hiccupped.

"Five thousand." Huang Mao stretched out five fingers, and the lion opened his mouth wide.

Liu Mubai took out his wallet, threw five one-hundred sheets to them, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Fuck! Are you kidding me?" Huang Mao slapped him with his open palm.

"Snapped!"

This slap hit Liu Mubai firmly in the face, and the latter fell heavily to the ground.

But Liu Mubai didn't say a word, and continued to want to get up and leave.

How could the yellow-haired people let him go away like this, they grabbed him and beat and kicked him.

The people who set up street stalls on the side of the road were taken aback and retreated one after another, for fear of harming the fish in the pond.

Liu Mubai was kicked down and fell on a stall selling roses, knocking down many flowers.

The yellow-haired people kicked away the rose that was in the way fiercely, lifted Liu Mubai from the ground, and cursed: "Fuck, lose money quickly, or you will crawl out of here today!"

Liu Mubai's eyes were blank and he didn't say a word, as if he had lost interest in everything in the world.

At this time, a dark-skinned young man with short hair suddenly buzzed: "You stepped on my flowers."

The yellow-haired boy gave the short-haired youth a sideways look, and cursed: "Damn, just step on it, how dare you have any objections?"

The flat-headed youth clenched his fists and remained silent, but his eyes were already burning with anger, obviously trying to restrain himself.

"Hey, Liu Mubai, you are too mean."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded beside them.

Hearing this voice, Liu Mubai raised his eyebrows, turned his head and saw the person coming.

"Yi Feng?"

Yi Feng put his hands in his pockets, looked at him, and said calmly: "You are not the Liu Mubai I know now, the Liu Mubai I know is at least knowing how to fight back when someone beats him, and even if he can't beat him, he will fight back. The one who doesn't lose."

Liu Mubai smiled sadly, "Hehe, did you come to see my joke?"

"Well, you are indeed a joke now." Yi Feng nodded.

Huang Mao and the others saw that the two of them were ignoring themselves and started chatting, and immediately said angrily: "Fuck, I don't care about your business, I advise you not to meddle in your own business! Otherwise, I will clean it up with you!"

Yi Feng ignored Huang Mao directly, continued to stare at Liu Mubai, and said, "Liu Mubai, do you still remember when we were eight years old, when we fought with the next class?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Feng suddenly raised his foot and kicked Huang Mao's crotch!

"Ow!"

Huang Mao's scream resounded through the street, and the onlookers felt cold down their crotch!

This young man is so ruthless!

Liu Mubai took advantage of the situation and hit Huang Mao on the head with an elbow. These two blows directly put Huang Mao to the ground, making it difficult to get up again.

This foot and elbow can be said to fit just right.

Huang Mao was knocked down, and it was only when the four accomplices behind him realized that they picked up the flowerpot at the booth next to them and swung at them.

Liu Mubai was already drunk and unresponsive, he just watched a person throwing a vase at him.

Just when the vase was about to hit his head, he had already closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when his head would bleed.

"boom!"

A muffled sound.

He didn't feel the expected pain. He opened his eyes and saw a figure standing in front of him.

It's Yi Feng!

Yi Feng kicked that bastard away.

"You should be sober! You're fighting!"

Yi Feng yelled, and the next moment he dodged the oncoming vase.

Liu Mubai was stunned, his heart trembled.

Unexpectedly, Yi Feng would stand in front of him so desperately!

Suddenly, a folding chair attacked Yi Feng from the side!

Yi Feng had already seen it, but he couldn't dodge it, so he could only raise his hand to protect his head, resisting the blow.

At this critical moment, a leg appeared in his field of vision, facing the folding chair.

"Snapped!"

The folding chair was kicked to pieces!

For a moment, everyone on the scene was stunned by this kick!

Yi Feng was astonished, and turned his head to look aside. The person who kicked the folding chair just now was a dark-skinned, short-haired young man in a gray-green coat.

"boom!"

I saw that young man punched out, swift as lightning, and hit the bastard holding the folding chair on the chin.

The punch was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye!

The bastard was punched in the jaw and fell unconscious on the spot.

"Fuck!"

The bastard with the vase threw the vase in his hand and smashed it at the crew-haired young man.

"Snapped!"

The young man with a flat head raised his foot and swung the tail of the dragon, kicking the oncoming vase to pieces.

"Fuck!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the surrounding crowd.

The remaining two bastards were also shocked when they saw this.

This man's skills are extraordinary!

Not an opponent!

The two bastards were so frightened that they turned around and ran away in despair.

But there were still three accomplices lying on the ground, the yellow hair lying on the ground, frightened by the fierce aura of the flat-headed youth, his face turned pale with fright, and he dared not move.

"Pay my money." The flat-haired young man squatted down and reached out to him.

Huang Mao tremblingly took out all the money from his pocket, a handful of change, only a few hundred dollars.

The flat-headed young man took the money, counted it, threw it back to him and gave him 12 yuan, and then got up silently to pick up the scattered roses on the ground.

Yi Feng came back to his senses, and thanked the flat-headed youth, "Thank you buddy, what's your name?"

The young man with a flat head concentrated on picking up the roses on the ground, without turning his head, he said, "Wu Siyuan."