The villain boss refused to divorce 【Rebirth】

The backstreet is a narrow alley, and the lights of the endless traffic outside can only illuminate a small area, not the deeper and darker places.

A group of men in strange clothes stood staggeringly, greasy red hair and blue hair could be distinguished in the dark, leaning against the dirty wall as if they had no bones, looking at him with lewd and playful eyes.

"Brother Song, is it this kid?"

A younger brother whistled, "You are so pretty, no wonder you said you can't touch your face."

"You can't touch your face, but of course you can touch other places..."

The man standing in front of Tang Yu was full of flesh and had a fierce look on his face. When he bared his teeth and grinned, people were frightened. His face was illuminated by the fluorescent white mobile phone screen.

"It's the kid, that's right, it's the same as the picture you sent."

Tang Yu was not afraid at all.

In his opinion, these people are not even as good as Fang Baizhou's hand just now.

He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his slender wrists, looking very fragile, and shook at the leading man, "I'll take a look at any photos."

Several people burst into laughter, and a man in ripped jeans and toddler shoes hooked his arm and "clicked" the door lock behind him.

The little brother walked into the door under a small light, and Tang Yu saw that they were carrying sticks, and someone was carrying a nunchuck, which was stupidly clipped around their necks, but it was a pity that the skinny man was wearing a black leather jacket, and he couldn't hold up any vicious aura. come out.

"Dare to ask Brother Song for something, you are really brave, and you don't know who has caught you."

"Why isn't this kid afraid at all? I think he's clearly shaking! Did he pee his pants in fear..."

Tang Yu frowned slightly. He saw a person standing and shaking his legs smoking a cigarette, and his hands were itchy, trying to unscrew the person's legs.

Looking unsightly.

Brother Song was dissatisfied with his attitude, the flesh on his face trembled, he sneered, and took out a stack of tattered papers and a pen from his pocket, "You messed up today's banquet, Mr. Lin is very sorry. If you are not satisfied, sign this and press your thumbprint, and promise to be a little sheep in the future and let Mr. Lin lead you, and we will not do anything today..."

[Host, it is detected that the other party's danger index is as high as 60, do you need to call the police with one button? 】

Tang Yu smiled, his eyes casually swept across a group of mud-like things opposite.

"60? You might need to reevaluate."

Seeing that he bowed his head and said nothing, the little brother next to him became dissatisfied first, and stretched out a hand to push his shoulder noisily.

"what--!"

There was a thrilling scream in the next second, and Tang Yu pressed his arm behind his back with a backhand, making a crisp "click" breaking sound. The younger brother trembled like a convulsion, and collapsed on the ground the moment he let go of his hand , twisting and howling on the ground like a worm.

Tang Yu bent over to look at him, with a soft voice, as if a little regretful.

"Sorry, I seem to have made a mistake. Actually, I hate your leg even more. It keeps shaking. It's really annoying."

Brother Song's eyes suddenly became dangerous.

When Lin Han asked him to deal with this kid, he only said that he was an orphan without a backer, and he had no strength to restrain a chicken. What's going on now?

Just now, the move was clean and neat, and it directly broke the person's arm. It seemed that it was not easy to deal with.

"What do you mean? Mr. Lin wants to have a good talk with you, is that your attitude?"

He lowered his head to look at the younger brother who was writhing on the ground, and winked in embarrassment, and a younger brother beside him hurriedly stepped forward and dragged him away.

Tang Yu held out his hand to him.

"Paper, show me."

The man handed it over.

Tang Yu looked down, as if seeing some joke.

Like a fluttering butterfly, the slender fingertips easily tore the paper into pieces and threw it on the ground with a slight flick.

"It's a good dream."

He nodded his temples and looked at the man with no expression on his face, his eyes were full of coldness, "He has no brains, and you will have no brains afterward."

He had never seen such a ridiculous thing in his previous life.

He actually regarded drinking and sleeping with him as a compulsory course for an actor, and listed them out clearly for him, and threatened him with liquidated damages, full of confidence, as if he had grasped his weakness.

Maybe the appearance of Qiao Zeshui in the previous life gave Lin Han's clever and dexterous little head another plan.

The almost provocative behavior was like a big slap on Brother Song's face. He angrily pulled the stick from his younger brother's neck, and slapped it hard on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"You really don't know good and bad things, fuck! Mr. Lin said, you can hit anywhere except your face, and I'll hit them all. I won't kill you today!"

The little brother behind him yelled excitedly that he wanted to break Tang Yu's leg, and walked up eagerly.

What sounded was not the boy's helpless voice, but the screams one after another.

The headlights of the cars on the street faintly swept across, and a figure was kicked flying, and his head hit the concrete wall heavily.

Tang Yu seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he calmly dodged the other party's messy sticks and small knives in the palm of his hand, and grabbed one of them by the neck with his cold hands.

Facing a pair of terrified and flustered eyes.

Gently turning his fingertips in a circle, warm blood splashed onto Tang Yu's face, his pupils dilated slightly, revealing a faint sense of excitement and pain.

Although the body is not the original product from the previous life, the soul seems to still remember every movement of the original, but is slowly getting familiar with it.

"I don't really like fighting very much."

He smiled lightly, "It's pretty good, but you don't seem to be very good at using it."

"I can teach you."

Brother Song spat on the ground, his palms holding the knife were covered with cold sweat, he looked at the young man who was walking step by step in disbelief, as if he saw a wolf.

After a while, several people fell to the ground in disarray.

Tang Yu used a napkin to wrap the muddy pen in disgust, and threw it on Brother Song who was panting violently.

"Brother Song, something dropped."

"Pack it up."

Brother Song swallowed hard, unable to make a sound.

The cold wind of early autumn is blowing, making people regain their sanity step by step.

Tang Yu reached out to wipe the blood off his face, turned back into the clubhouse, found a bathroom and began to wash his hands.

Wash your hands with enough force to rub off the skin.

It took three washes before it stopped.

Xiao Yi gasped, and asked in surprise: "You... When did the host learn to beat people?"

The smooth and flowing movements are like another person.

Tang Yu looked at himself in the mirror and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Who knows, I discovered my talent one day."

"Isn't it good? That way you won't just hold your head and cry when you're beaten."

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