Do not provoke

"You fucking... son-of-a-bitch bastard!"

"Ah—let go!"

……

When he heard the yelling and scolding, Tang Xingbei couldn't help but wonder if he had a talent for attracting trouble, so why would he bump into bullying and fighting when he wandered around occasionally.

He frowned and didn't respond, he flicked the ash on the cigarette butt with his fingertips, then passed it between his lips, and was about to move forward.

Just after turning a corner, an angry cry came from the alley: "Fang Lin!! I'll fuck your mother!"

Tang Xingbei suddenly raised his head.

Hu Qiang probably exerted all his strength when he held the balancer against him just now, his shoulders and calves were as painful as a knife point piercing his bones, and his bones were almost broken.

Fang Lin face was expressionless and cold, and he pressed his hand firmly against the person, increasing the strength of his wrist.

How did this man come up quietly? Fang Lin was walking in a trance and didn't have any memory. When he realized that there was someone behind him, he had already swung up with a stick.

Hu Qiang is not tall, but his strength lies in his strong body. The flesh all over his body is enough to win by strength.

Although Fang Lin has more than ten years of fighting experience, Nai He is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Fortunately, he dodged quickly so that he was not thrown against the wall by a whole group of people.

But still suffered from this dark loss.

But Hu Qiang was not much better. Fang Lin was flexible and ruthless in fighting. Except for the first few sneak attacks when he took advantage of people's unpreparedness, he didn't get any advantage afterwards. Instead, Fang Lin kicked a mistake Kicking hard to the wall, the whole person clasped his shoulders coldly and forced him to come over.

"Fuck you!" Hu Qiang was angry and hurt, his face was flattened and distorted by the wall, and he roared and cursed, "Bastard! Your widow mother is not a good thing! You deserve to be damned early!"

Fang Lin didn't make a sound, and slowly lowered his eyes to stare at him, his whole body sank instantly.

If Hu Qiang was able to look back at this moment, he would definitely be shocked by the pitch-black ruthlessness in his eyes.

That kind of look does not look like that of a boy who is underage at all, and should not even be possessed by a normal person living in a humanistic society. It should belong to the darkest and dankest place in the dilapidated streets covered in black mud. corner.

"Ah!!—" Hu Qiang roared and wanted to scream, but his voice was choked in his throat, and his face was sweating.

The hand resting on his neck had well-defined muscles and bones, and the blue blood vessels were clearly visible through the cold white skin, carrying a ferocious hatred.

Hu Qiang's left hand trembled against the wall to support his body, his face turned purple, and he slowly rolled his eyes. While panting with difficulty, he had the illusion that he was about to be strangled to death by him, and finally his legs became weak and frightened.

Only then did he remember what his brother had said and what this man had done. He quickly climbed up his back and trembled, fearful and anxious. He gritted his teeth, and the hand holding the wall slowly moved down and landed in his pocket. Li, grabbed the handle of the knife with one hand.

The night wind howled through the alley, bringing with it the sultry humidity, making it hard to breathe.

Tang Xingbei stood at the entrance of the alley, staring blankly at the panting figure in the corner.

Under the moonlight, a light shadow was cast from the bridge of his nose to his chin, and his chest heaved violently due to panting.

Fang Linzheng raised his head halfway, closed his eyes and frowned, leaning his legs against the wall in the corner, with one hand on his arm, his short black hair was messy.

He was still wearing the white shirt that he went out in the morning, but his body was already covered in mud, and even stained with a lot of mottled blood, with a hint of red faintly oozing from between his fingers.

As if aware of the gaze at the entrance of the alley, Fang Lin suddenly raised his head and stared at him, frowning, his whole body covered with fierce thorns, his eyes were terribly cold.

Tang Xingbei's fingertips on the schoolbag quickly tightened.

... This was the first time he saw Fang Lin's expression like this.

Different from the indifferent defense he erected for isolation, Fang Lin's hostility showed a completely different meaning of ruthlessness.

Tang Xingbei seemed a little overwhelmed, and even forgot to explain, just staring at him blankly.

Fang Lin also stared at him, the ruthlessness in his eyes was replaced by ice-coldness, with an inexplicable scrutiny, like a snake crawling across its spine coldly.

The two looked at each other in silence.

After a while, Tang Xingbei walked forward slowly, unloaded his schoolbag with one hand and threw it aside, squatted down, and cleared his throat: "Are you... fighting?"

What he asked seemed to be nonsense, but Fang Lin seemed to be in a good mood, stared at him, and hummed.

He stretched his legs and feet, leaning against the dirty wall of the alley, his whole body was in a mess, although the corners of his mouth were bent, his gaze was extremely cold.

Colder than ever seen before.

Tang Xingbei was a little confused which Fang Lin was the real one.

When he ran over just now, he also saw the fat man and the gun in the fat man's hand clearly.

Even though he had stabbed others a few times, when he looked at Fang Lin, he was as frightened as he was looking at a scourge, as if he was the one who was stabbed by the knife, and fled in a mess.

Tang Xingbei knew Fang Lin was not a good person.

He raised his head and glanced at Fang Lin.

The other party was also staring at him, expressionless, a drop of blood on the side of his face was slowly sliding down the thin wound.

Tang Xingbei frowned, looked away, and stood up.

Fang Lin turned his face sideways, followed him towards the entrance of the alley, the darkness in his eyes was getting thicker and thicker.

Tang Xingbei couldn't see his expression, so he went straight out of the alley.

When the footsteps finally disappeared, Fang Lin slowly withdrew his gaze, resting his head on the dirty wall, looking up at the moonlight quietly.

Heavy dark clouds were falling, and I checked the weather forecast in the morning, saying that it was going to rain heavily.

The bones in his shoulder and calf began to burn like a knife and drilled on fire, which made him feel like he wanted to faint but couldn't pass out.

The cut on the arm should not be shallow, the flesh turned up, but just now he moved his fingers, except for a little fluff, it was still flexible, and there should be no injuries to the muscles and bones, so the problem is not serious.

Hu Qiang was not as courageous as his own brother, so Fang Lin squinted his eyes.

When leaving, Tang Xingbei forgot to take his schoolbag and just threw it on the ground, with a pack of cigarettes in one pocket.

He looked down for a while, stood up, and dragged his schoolbag with great difficulty.

It is a pack of Japanese brand menthol cigarettes, the tobacco smell is not as strong as the mint.

Fang Lin seemed to want to smile, but he couldn't. He slowly lowered the corners of his lips and put the cigarette back.

"I thought you wanted one." Someone suddenly said at the entrance of the alley.

Fang Lin raised his head abruptly.