President, he pretends to be poor every day

The alley was winding and winding, and Shu Luocheng went deep, and the surroundings were dead silent, only the sound of his own footsteps could be heard.

The law and order in the area where he lives is not very good, there are often social youths gathering to fight, and robbery happens from time to time, the offenders get into the alley, slippery like a loach, the police may not be able to catch people .

After Shu Luocheng moved, footsteps continued to be heard, and there was more than one person.

Encountered robbery?

Just as Shu Luocheng thought about it, there were rustling footsteps in front of him.

Shu Luocheng looked up, and sure enough, they were a few gangsters who often robbed passers-by in this area. They were dressed in sleek clothes, so you could tell they were not good people.

Looking back, there are people coming from behind.

Front and rear pinch.

Shu Luocheng turned his head and glanced at these little hooligans lightly. During this process, his face was expressionless and he didn't care.

When Shu Luocheng was in college, Shu Jianguo forced him to practice taekwondo for two years. He said that it would be more attractive to girls. He himself scoffed at this reason. There is this kind of time for him to stretch his muscles.

A gangster in front with a cropped cut and a scar on his face took a step forward, took out a jackknife from his pocket, bit half of his cigarette and said, "Dude, I see you're quite rich. Maseratis can still be driven in this place, my brothers have been a little tight recently, so I borrow some money to spend."

Shu Luocheng stood there without moving, and after a few seconds he said slowly, "How much do you want?"

"Yo! Looks like he's a rich guy!" Bancuntou approached Shu Luocheng with a smile and looked at him from the beginning to the end. His eyes lit up, and he frivolously blew a smoke ring at him, "Brother, let's go together." have a drink?"

Shu Luocheng usually hates people getting so close to him, let alone someone who dares to blow smoke rings on his face, it's just looking for death.

He bowed his head and choked for a while, and greeted him with a backhand slap.

Bancun was caught off guard, Shu Luocheng's slap just sucked the half-burnt cigarette into his mouth, and immediately burned him screaming, jumping up and down to spit out the cigarette butt.

Several other people were stunned, they stood on the side with their eyes wide open, as if they were watching a play, and they didn't react.

Taking the opportunity, Shu Luocheng bent his knee and pressed his knee hard against the stomach of the person on the left, and then swung a right uppercut to the other face, breaking a path with his own strength, breaking through the encirclement and running away.

The few people who were beaten to death did not expect that this gentle-looking, soft and weak little fresh meat could be so good at beating. Standing on the spot, you looked at me and you were stunned for a moment, and then you reacted and chased after him cursing.

These little bastards have been collecting protection fees in this area all year round. They know the terrain like the palm of their hands, and they are very skilled in their modus operandi.

Shu Luocheng reacted quickly and moved nimbly. He sideways dodged the person rushing in front, and then threw him over his shoulder and slammed him to the ground.

At this moment, three more people came behind him, and one of them sneaked away when he didn't notice. He found a stick from somewhere, sneaked close to Shu Luocheng from the side, and then raised the stick in his hand. Slashing down, the target pointed directly at his head.

At the moment of crisis, Shu Luocheng's scalp suddenly went numb, and before he had time to think, he reflexively turned sideways to avoid the second blow that came down.

Several other people seized the gap and rushed forward. Two people strangled his neck, and two people on the left and right grabbed his arms and held him tightly.

Damn, I really didn't read the almanac when I went out today.

Shu Luocheng was held down tightly by four or five big men, unable to move. Bancun, who had been slapped by him before, came out from behind, raised his hand to cover half of his swollen face, and came towards Shu Luocheng, then said nothing. Said that he raised his foot and kicked him directly in the stomach, "How dare you hit me! Do you know whose territory this is? I think you are tired of working!"

Shu Luocheng received a strong kick in the stomach and let out a muffled grunt. His eyes turned black, his stomach was overwhelmed, and the severe pain spread all over his body instantly. He bent over stiffly for a while, and before he could catch his breath, he was caught again The man grabbed his hair and raised his head compulsively.

Bancun's lips were scalded by the scarlet cigarette butt, the corners of his mouth were dotted with blood, and he couldn't speak fluently: "In this area, no one dares... dare to beat me, you...you boy want...death!"

He twirled the jackknife in his hand while sucking in the cool air, and finally straightened his tongue: "I have never suffered such a disadvantage from Tiaozi, today I have to fucking kill you!"

Shu Luocheng looked at him without the slightest fear, and couldn't hold back when he was so excited, he sneered and said: "If you dare to fucking dare, you will kill me. You don't even dare if I make you ten dares. Bag."

Bancun was irritated by Shu Luocheng's two words. After being on the road for so long, no one dared to quarrel with him like this, not to mention that the other party was a gentle-looking boy who was scolded in front of so many brothers. Cowardly, he didn't give any face, he was just looking for death, he spat two mouthfuls of blood foam on the ground, pointed the tip of the knife at Shu Luocheng's white and tender face, and gestured back and forth on it several times.

"You said, wouldn't it be great if I left a scar on your fair and beautiful face?"

"I think you read too many romance novels, don't you? Do you still want to learn from the villains in the novels to abuse the protagonist? It doesn't matter what rank you are in. Bronze is not as good as trying to provoke the king. Are you worthy?" Shu Luocheng said to Bancun This line was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar. There was an exact line in the president's novel he had read, and it left a deep impression on him. Hearing it now made him dance.

"I don't think you've ever suffered a disadvantage! If you can be so forceful, you can see if I dare or not!" As he spoke, he directly pressed the blade on Shu Luocheng's side face, as long as he lightly stroked this A single face can leave a scar exactly like his face.

Bancun made a gesture and was about to strike, but Shu Luocheng waited for two seconds before he was disfigured, only to see Bancun in front of him suddenly groaned and knelt down.

"I think you have suffered from being so forceful?" A clear voice sounded behind him.

Everyone present was stunned.

Shu Luocheng followed the sound and saw a tall, long-legged boy standing behind the ban-inch man. He had a handsome face, and the hem of his shirt fluttered in the night wind. He was holding a stick in his hand. Standing in the shadows, watching them with great interest, the clothes drying racks that came along in the courtyard of each family's house were at odds with the current atmosphere.

Looking down, he saw that Bancun, who was kneeling on the ground, wanted to reach out to pick up the pocket knife that had fallen aside, but without raising his eyelids, he stretched his long legs forward and kicked the pocket knife into the ditch.

After finishing all this, he raised his head and lazily swept around the crowd present. The corner of his mouth curled down, and he said slowly, "You can't beat five against one, trash."

Shu Luocheng didn't know this person, but he didn't seem to be with these gangsters, but more like a passer-by watching a theater, probably because he couldn't understand such arrogant speeches, so he couldn't bear it. Stay hands-on.

"Who are you? Do you fucking know whose territory this land is? If you are sensible, get out of here!" Bancun almost finished speaking this sentence, and he could tell when the man slapped him just now. The other party has practiced before, and his hand strength is scary. If there were not a few younger brothers around him watching him, he would have run away by himself. To collect protection fees in this area, you have to rely on a large number of people, and you must have younger brothers to follow behind. That's fine, he absolutely can't lose face at this time, otherwise he won't be able to get along.

"Let him go, I don't want to say it a second time." The man lifted his chin and looked at Shu Luocheng, who was held down by several people, and looked at Shu Luocheng, as if he hadn't heard the serious question, and weighed his hand. The drying rack is playing.

It's the first time I've met someone who speaks so aggressively, and I couldn't swallow his breath when he ignored him so much, so I just fought him, at worst, both sides would suffer.

Shu Luocheng's stomach is still aching, and it hurts for a long time when he moves. He will definitely not be able to fight, and he doesn't know why this person wants to help him. Could it be that he really met a warrior who likes to see injustice? ?

Bancun suddenly jumped up and kicked Brother Clothes Hanger, but he dodged sideways. He didn't touch him and fell into the smelly ditch next to him. He couldn't get up after struggling twice.

"Fuck, fuck, come and give me a hand! Why are you still standing there! Hold him down!" Bancun thumped twice in the ditch half a person's height, calling for someone to come and pull him, and the water The edge of the ditch was covered with slippery and sticky moss, without a point of support, he couldn't climb up by himself.

The remaining three looked at each other, and then looked at Shu Luocheng at the same time, probably because he felt that he was no longer a threat after being beaten like this, so he let go of him without saying a word, and ran towards Brother Yihang Want to avenge their boss.

"Tsk! I really don't know how to live or die." Brother Yihang stopped talking nonsense to them, rolled up his sleeves, and faced the attacking gangster head-on, with agility and no messiness at all.

With one-to-many, he didn't lose the slightest bit, and he also used dirty tricks when the other party played dirty tricks, and even more ruthlessly.

He danced wildly at the drying rack in his hand, and he whipped one by one. The three punks who went up were pulled back again and again by him, and the soles of their feet trembled for a while, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Bancun didn't know when he was pulled out of the ditch by another gangster. He picked up the wooden stick that fell aside, and quietly walked around behind Brother Hanger, hoping to make a sneak attack while he was unaware.

Unexpectedly, Shu Luocheng had already noticed his whole set of tricks, and before he had time to make a move, Shu Luocheng kicked him back into the ditch. Seeing this scene, several other people were even more moved. They didn't dare to move anymore, and no one dared to pull the plank that was left to fend for itself in the ditch. They took a few steps back, covered the place where they were beaten, and ran into the depths of the alley.

"Who are you?" Shu Luocheng clutched his stomach and leaned against the wall, staring at the "helper" who suddenly appeared in front of him.He used all his strength for that kick just now, and he had an injury on his stomach. His forehead was already covered with dense cold sweat, his lips were pale, and he was panting heavily when he spoke. This was the first time he was in the gutter. Capsizing, honestly it feels really bad.

The man also stared at him for a long time, then frowned suddenly, before speaking for a while, he asked without answering, "Are you my brother-in-law?"