He's playing first grade again

Lin Jian didn't listen much, and received a call from Huang Mao after class.

There was a lot of noise on Huangmao's side, and he could still hear the loud noises through the mobile phone, Lin Jian frowned: "What's going on?"

"Brother Jian, come here quickly, someone smashed the place, Brother Huang got a bloody hole in his head." It wasn't Huang Mao who spoke, it was a younger brother under him.

Lin Jian's face was sullen: "Who?"

"Brother Huang provoked gangsters on that street in Yongbin the day before yesterday, and today those people rode motorcycles into the Internet cafe directly."

That street in Yongbin?

Lin Jian squinted his eyes. There are a lot of hooligans on that street. A group of hooligans gathered together. They don’t know where the money came from. They like to play motorcycles. , domineering, alive and well like a hooligan.

The idiotic behavior of riding a motorcycle into an Internet cafe sounds like the style of this group of people.

"Wait for me." Lin Jian dropped the words, hung up the phone expressionlessly, and dragged herself downstairs.

Lin Jian did not come to class for the evening self-study that day.

The location of this small Internet cafe is relatively remote. Huang Mao and the network administrator are old acquaintances. Usually, Huang Mao stays in the Internet cafe. This time, he was bumped into by those people on Yongbin Street. The elder brother who took the lead rushed into the Internet cafe on a motorcycle. .

The two groups of people clashed, and Huang Mao's head was directly smashed to the point of bleeding. When Lin Jian entered, the scene was chaotic, and Huang Mao's younger brother hurried over: "Brother Jian, Brother Jian, go and see, Huang Brother, he is dying, those people smashed Brother Huang, we were going to send him to the hospital, but we were stopped again..."

Lin Jian glanced at the scene in front of him.

There was a smell of blood in the air, the computers placed on the table were tilted to and fro, and the lights above the head were flickering on and off, and it was hard to see who was who in the dim light, only those people were holding long sticks and smashing them violently.

A group of people surrounded the crowd, and Brother Huang Mao pointed to the group of people in front, and said in a panic, "Brother Jian, Brother Huang is inside..."

Lin Jian took a glance and picked up a person. Before that person could react, Lin Jian threw him out like a ball.

"Who the hell is... stupid, Lin Jian?"

Lin Jian grabbed the man who kicked the yellow hair expressionlessly, and punched him. He is a taekwondo practitioner. After throwing the yellow-haired people aside one by one, he saw the yellow-haired lying on the ground, curled up on the ground, screaming in pain, with a pool of blood flowing beside him.

"Lin Jian, it's none of your business, get out of the way." The leader also knows who he is. Lin Jian has become famous since he was kidnapped and worked as a kidnapper in junior high school. , he has not been in the arena for many years, if there is no positive confrontation, everyone will live in peace.

What's more, this matter has nothing to do with him.

The dim light cast a shadow on his body, and the intertwined light and shadow outlined his sharp silhouette.

Lin Jian turned his head away, and lifted his lips to Huang Mao's brother behind him: "Send him to the hospital."

Huang Mao was supported to stand up, but before he could go out, he was stopped by someone.

"Stop!" The person on the other side shouted.

Brother Huangmao was timid and timid. What happened today was caught off guard. Huangmao's side was short of manpower. He was beaten so badly that he couldn't even speak.

Lin Jian bent down, removed the armrest next to the computer chair, and held it in his hand, the person opposite took a step back.

He looked at the armrest in his hand, and said in a lazy and cool voice, "What's the matter, tell me and let him go."

"Lin Jian, labor and management have said, it's none of your business, get out of the way."

"You are under Jiuxiao, right?" Lin Jian asked, "Where are the others?"

Jiuxiao was able to be so tyrannical because of his old man Lin Tiancheng. After Wen Ling married Lin Tiancheng, he became a chicken dog and ascended to heaven alone. Everyone in the Wen family began to show off their might. Wen Jiuxiao is her younger brother. Lin Tiancheng fished it out and ran amok on Yongbin Street.

The man said arrogantly: "What does this matter to my ninth brother? Why did my ninth brother come?"

Lin Jian pulled her lips and sneered: "If something happens to you people, don't you just count on Jiuxiao to catch you? One, group, rubbish, rubbish!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

A group of people rushed up, and the scene was chaotic.

All the smoldering anger in Lin Jian's heart these days has been vented on this group of people.

He has practiced taekwondo, and he can't beat people to death.

Until someone called Jiu Xiao, Jiu Xiao, the boss of this group of people, came late, seeing Lin Jian was injured, he pretended to be kind and greeted him with a smile: "Oh, big nephew, I don't know The group of people under me want to help me avenge, it was originally about me and the yellow dog, and it involved you, it is really..."

Lin Jian's pent-up anger was instantly ignited, and he was extremely irritable: "Stop being so fucking hypocritical, who the hell is your nephew!"

Jiuxiao's smile froze, and she stopped being hypocritical with him. She stood in front of this group of people with a cigarette in her mouth, her hands in her pockets, and raised her eyebrows in a ruffian way: "Lin Jian, it doesn't matter if you don't recognize my sister, I'm fine if you do." By the way, what's the matter, I heard that you guys are taking the exam again? My eldest nephew is still number one? Think about it, you both have the same father, one first and the other second, how can there be such a big difference? Tsk tsk..."

He puffed out a circle of cigarettes, and looked at him arrogantly and disdainfully: "If it weren't for my brother-in-law's face, you would think... Ah, mother!"

"Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother...It's bleeding, it's bleeding..."

Lin Jian pulled out a stainless steel chair leg and smashed it down on his head and face. Before Jiu Xiao finished speaking, a red mark was drawn on his face, a cut was made, and blood gushed out.

Lin Jian threw away the stainless steel rod in his hand, and there was a crisp sound on the ground. He lowered his voice and looked at Jiu Xiao contemptuously. His voice was hoarse and threatening: "Don't f*ck show off in front of me, you f*cking What is it that Lin Tiancheng can scoop you up once, and can he scoop you up a second time?"

"You!" Jiu Xiao gritted his teeth, grinning his teeth from the pain on his face, but he was still on the verge of death, "Lin Jian, why don't you, I won't finish this matter with you!"

"It's endless, either you are fully responsible for my brother's medical expenses plus the loss in the store, or you can call Lin Tiancheng to complain, whatever you want, I, Lin Jian, am not someone who can't afford it!" Lin Jian dragged his pace, When passing by Jiuxiao, his shoulder hit his shoulder heavily.

After Lin Xiu returned home from evening self-study, Wen Ling and Lin Tiancheng were not at home.

He called and heard his mother sobbing on the phone: "Ah Xiu, go to bed early tonight, Mom and Dad won't go back."

"What happened?" Lin Xiu asked, but the other side had been silent for a while, and Wen Ling's sobbing voice made Lin Xiu suddenly raise his voice, "Mom, what happened? Where are you?"

Over there, Lin Tiancheng took the phone and said sternly: "It's not your younger brother, he beat up your little uncle, but don't worry, Ah Xiu, go to bed early tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xiu held the phone tightly with his fingers, the veins on the back of his hand were exposed, he gritted his teeth and called out the name "Lin Jian".

In the end, he rushed directly to Lin Jian's bedroom, turned on his computer, and copied the files to the USB flash drive.

Lin Jian, if you bully my family, I won't make it easy for you either!

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