Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Only by perseverance can you achieve your goal.

——Shi Jin (jin)

On a quiet and deep night, in a narrow and dirty alley, a group of thugs in strange clothes surrounded a well-dressed man and beat him with sticks.

The sticks hit the man's flesh, and his screams were accompanied by the thugs' triumphant insults.

With a sound of “Bang!!”

A stick hit the man on the back of his head, and blood flowed down the back of his head, staining his clothes red.

The man immediately had no resistance and was knocked to the ground by a stick.

When the others saw him fall, they put away their sticks and stood aside. One of them, with yellow hair, grabbed the man's hair and lifted the half-dead man's head high. Looking at the man's bruised face and blood that made him almost unable to open his eyes, he had a mouthful of thick phlegm in his mouth and "pui" it on the man's face.

Then she threw the man, who was already unable to resist, back to the ground in disgust.

He took out five brand new red bills from his pocket, counted them, took out two hundred and threw them on the ground as his medical expenses.

Then he swaggered with his stick in his hand and told his younger brothers to leave.

The gangsters walked out of the alley. The yellow-haired man who lost the money suddenly turned a corner and leaned against the wall at the entrance of the dim alley, swiping his phone. Under the dim light, a young man with rainbow-colored hair, a slender figure, a stern face, and a black motorcycle suit smiled flatteringly: "Brother Jiang, I guarantee that this jerk won't be able to get out of bed for three months. Don't worry, we have brothers with us."

If you dare to bully our brother Jiang’s wife, I will beat you to death.

Two hundred yuan for medical expenses is too much.

Huangmao was filled with righteous indignation and even felt that he had not hit him lightly, and wanted to go back and beat him up again.

The young man leaning against the wall raised his eyelids coldly when he heard this, and operated his mobile phone with one hand.

With a "ding" sound, Huang Mao's phone received a transfer. When Huang Mao saw the money, his eyes lit up: "Thank you, Brother Jiang."

Behind the yellow-haired man, a row of thugs wearing tight riveted leather pants and with different hairstyles were carrying sticks and said in unison: "Thank you, Brother Jiang!!"

Jiang Que, who had just arrived, couldn't stand seeing these ugly things and waved his hand to tell them to leave quickly.

The gangsters were very happy after getting paid, and left arm in arm, saying they were going to have fun somewhere.

No one cared about the life or death of the man who was lying on the ground in the dirty and messy alley, with his head broken and bleeding and unable to move.

After everyone left, Jiang Que, who was leaning against the wall, put his phone back into his pocket. The moment he stood up and looked up, his eyes met the young man who had been standing there on the other side of the alley for who knows how long. He was holding a supermarket bag, wearing glasses and a coat.

The man may have never seen such a scene before. His eyes kept moving between Jiang Que and the man lying on the ground in the alley, bleeding profusely, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Jiang Que didn't care. He withdrew his gaze and walked towards the cool motorcycle parked on the side of the road.

Under the dim street lights, the boy stood tall and looked young, with a rebellious temperament that was unique to young people of this age.

A black motorcycle helmet was buckled on his head, covering the boy's dazzling rainbow hair. He took a step forward with his long legs, and the breeze blew the corners of his clothes. The boy rode away lightly, as if he had never appeared.

It’s just the beginning of autumn and it’s a little chilly.

In the dim night, dark clouds covered the moon, and not even a single star could be seen. In the deserted alley, only the street lights on the roadside illuminated the way home for the families returning late.

Shi Jin held the bag and turned his head to stare in the direction the boy left. Under the thin silver-rimmed glasses, he frowned in disapproval.

Not long after, the ambulance that Shi Jin had called early in the morning came and carried the man who was still breathing in the alley into the car. As the person who made the call, Shi Jin also had to go along.

According to Shi Jin's description, it was a group of people who beat the man like this.

The hospital planned to call the police, but the man who was beaten didn't want to and thought Shi Jin was meddling in other people's business.

after that……

The treatment of this treatment.

No one cared about that man anymore.