Global Gaowu: What’s wrong with being in a wheelchair? You can still destroy gods with one finger

School, gate.

Today is Sunday, and there will be no one in the school, except for Li Qiyu. Tomorrow is the sports meeting, and he needs to spread out the goods in advance and prepare the drinks and snacks that need to be sold.

According to the plan, Gao Xiaozhou and Ye Kurong should have almost finished unloading the goods. As long as they go in and take inventory, they will be fine.

But something is strange today. The school gate that should be closed is open. Logically speaking, the janitor shouldn't be so careless.

Li Qiyu drove his wheelchair into the school gate. He originally wanted to kindly remind his uncle to close the school gate, but when he turned to the gate post, he was stunned.

The janitor fainted.

At this moment, a voice penetrated into Li Qiyu's ears. It was Gao Xiaozhou swearing.

"I fucked your uncle, I'll fight you!"

Li Qiyu knew something was wrong, he pressed his hands on the wheelchair, and two blue currents immediately wrapped around the wheel axle.

The wheel turned rapidly, as if the engine of a sports car was turned on, kicking up a cloud of dust and speeding away in the direction of the sound.

The warehouse at the end of the playground.

Ye Kurong lay on the ground, his face covered in blood and unconscious.

One of Gao Xiaozhou's arms hung weakly, blocking Ye Kurong's face, staring at the few gangsters in front of him.

"I'm going to fuck your uncle, Ge Honghui. If you can, do it yourself. Let's see if your grandpa Xiaozhou doesn't skin you!"

Ge Honghui swung one hand, pulled out a stick from the leather bag on the side of the motorcycle, shook it twice, and walked over.

"Gao Xiaozhou, where is the cripple? As long as you tell me, I can spare your life."

"Go away! If you have the guts, go ahead and stop talking nonsense! You bitch, even if Zhao Zihan is blind, he won't fall in love with you!"

Ge Honghui was so angry that he was exposed on the spot. He raised his stick and hit Gao Xiaozhou on the head.

Although Gao Xiaozhou is fat, his movements are unambiguous.

Even though he only had one arm left, his feet were nimble and he bumped into Ge Honghui with his shoulder like a bull, hitting Ge Honghui right in the stomach.

With the sudden blow that cost him his life, Ge Honghui felt like his stomach was churning, he couldn't stand upright, and they both fell down together.

Gao Xiaozhou rode on Ge Honghui, raised his fist like a meat bun, and punched him on the bridge of the nose.

Nosebleeds everywhere.

Then came the second punch, the third punch... but the group of gangsters standing around just watched, and no one came forward to help.

"Brother, won't you help Xiaohui?"

A tall, slender man asked the man smoking on the motorcycle next to him.

The man threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, took off his sunglasses, and glanced at the beaten Ge Honghui through the gap.

"hold on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ge Honghui hit Gao Xiaozhou on the head with a stick, causing his whole body to flip up.

Gao Xiaozhou was already seriously injured, but now he was even more dizzy, unable to control himself, and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Ge Honghui reluctantly stood up straight and spat on Gao Xiaozhou.

"Damn it, I wasted so much effort. Li Qiyu will definitely have to come to sell goods today, so I will use you to warm up first, and then I will seek revenge on that cripple!"

As he spoke, Ge Honghui raised the wooden stick in his hand, aimed at Gao Xiaozhou's head and hit him hard.

boom!

Gao Xiaozhou disappeared, and Ge Honghui used all his strength with a stick, only hitting Lonely.

Ge Honghui raised his head and stared fiercely ahead.

It's Li Qiyu!

Ge Honghui will never forget in his life that the guy in the wheelchair in front of him made him lose face in front of the teachers and students of the school and became the biggest laughing stock in the history of No. 1 Middle School.

puff...

Ge Honghui turned around.

A fat man wearing a leather jacket and a yellow turban on his head quickly stopped laughing.

"Here I go, I didn't expect him to be a cripple. I thought it was a nickname. Xiaohui, are you the one whose wrist was broken by this guy?"

Ge Honghui's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

"Yes, it's this guy. This guy is very evil!"

"Evil? Hey, let me meet him then!"

After the fat man finished speaking, he squeezed his hands and walked up to Li Qiyu.

Li Qiyu raised his head and glanced at the fat man who blocked the sun for him.

Although this man is fat, the muscle lines of his two tattooed arms exposed outside his short sleeves are very obvious. Even if he is smiling, it is difficult to hide the deep malice in his eyes.

"Boy, you have offended the wrong person. Xiaohui is my eldest brother's biological brother, and my Luo Pang's biological brother. You broke his wrist, and I will break one of your legs today. Isn't it fair?"

Li Qiyu did not answer, but took off his sunglasses, closed the temples, and carefully put them into the lining pocket of his windbreaker.

The black eyes first glanced at the sky, then at the unconscious Ye Kurong on the ground and Gao Xiaozhou on his lap, and finally fell on Luo Pang, and said lightly: "According to what you said, should I go first?" Beat you until you're unconscious?"

Luo Pang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his fat body trembling wildly.

"Okay, okay, then I'll see if it's your mouth or my fist that's tougher!"

Luo Pang roared, raised a flowery arm into the air, and tightened his muscles. The green-faced and fanged monster suddenly became three-dimensional and roared towards Li Qiyu's face.

The corners of Li Qiyu's mouth turned up slightly, his head tilted slightly, and he watched Luo Pang's fist slide against his cheek.

Luo Pang's triumphant expression just now suddenly froze. He didn't expect that the punch he was sure to win would miss. Even the people behind him who were watching the excitement couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

Luo Pang, who was embarrassed, probably felt that he couldn't hold his face anymore, and grabbed Li Qiyu's collar with his other hand.

This time Li Qiyu didn't hide, letting Luo Pang squirm hard.

But then, Luo Pang lay on Li Qiyu's body like a puddle of soft mud and would never move again.

Li Qiyu knocked Luo Pang to the ground, raised his left hand and looked at his thin fist.

This scene shocked everyone, especially Ge Honghui, who hurriedly ran to his eldest brother, shouting as if he was claiming credit and proving that he was not incompetent.

"Brother, as you can see, this kid is very evil. Even Luo Pang fell into his trap."

Ge Honghui's eldest brother hooked his foot, put down the footrest of the motorcycle, took out the key, hung it on the handlebar, twitched the right side of his face twice, and walked away with a half-smile.

"I thought it would be over in a while, but it seems like we really have to waste some time."

As he said that, Ge Honghui's eldest brother bent down, his face that was very similar but also very cold was very close to Li Qiyu, and his hands were pressed on the armrests of the wheelchair.

"Your name is Li Qiyu, right?"

Li Qiyu nodded.

The man smiled, revealing a row of big yellow teeth, but only his tongue was still red.

"My name is Ge Yunqi. Don't die too soon!"

Ge Yunqi, Ge Honghui's brother. Although this was their first meeting, Li Qiyu could tell that he was definitely a ruthless character.

Sure enough, in the next second, Ge Yunqi took action. Without any warning or any delay, he directly grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair and lifted it hard. Li Qiyu fell to the ground with him and the car, and looked at Ge Yunqi in surprise.

Ge Yunqi smiled, an extremely ugly smile, his entire face tilted to the right, as if there was a missing piece of flesh on the right side of his face.

Ge Yunqi lifted up the wheelchair, sat in it, fiddled with the joystick a few times, and the wheelchair spun in circles.

"You are very powerful." Ge Yunqi stopped what he was doing, looked at the fainted Luo Pang, and continued.

"But your weakness is also obvious. Once you leave this wheelchair, you will be like a lamb to be slaughtered. You will be a waste."

Ge Yunqi waved, and the younger brothers behind him immediately understood and surrounded Li Qiyu tightly.

"Don't blame me for bullying the minority. That's how fighting is. It's your fault for provoking someone you shouldn't have."

After the words ended, the gangsters seemed to have received the order and swarmed forward, while Ge Yunqi maneuvered his wheelchair and withdrew from the battlefield, quietly waiting for the end.

It's a pity that Ge Yunqi and the other boys picked the wrong opponent.

There was an explosion, lightning and flint, and sand and dust flying everywhere.

Everyone was ejected several meters away, their bodies were scorched black, and they could not get up again.

"What did you do?" Ge Yunqi looked at the brothers who were instantly killed and panicked.

Li Qiyu smiled, but the smile at this moment was like a talisman that might stick to Ge Yunqi's forehead at any time.

Suddenly, another incredible phenomenon happened.

The wheelchair seemed to be alive. He ran in front of Li Qiyu and stopped.

Ge Yunqi stared at Li Qiyu in horror, as if he had seen a monster.

"Is it comfortable to sit?" Li Qiyu's voice was very soft, as light as a feather, but it pierced the eardrum.

Ge Yunqi shook his head mechanically, then nodded again.

"If you like it, buy it yourself, or... should I give you one as a gift?"

"No, no need, I can just buy it myself. I'll give it back to you." Ge Yunqi said as he gave up the wheelchair and walked quietly behind Li Qiyu.

The next second, Ge Yunqi pulled out a dagger from his waist, aimed at the back of Li Qiyu's neck and stabbed it hard.

Li Qiyu didn't look back, but as if there were eyes on the back of his head, a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air and bit Ge Yunqi's wrist like a snake.

The dagger shot through the motorcycle's fuel tank like a bullet. With a burst of fire, Ge Yunqi's motorcycle turned into a pile of scrap metal.

On the roof of the main building of the school, the girl in a cloak seemed to have stood there for a long time. She took out her mobile phone from her arms and made a call.

"Dad, does King Peacock Ming still have the power to control thunder and lightning?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"The god who resurrected my brother is not King Peacock Ming."