let loose

Xiaoka took up a spot in the parking spot in front of Evergrande Plaza, and stayed in the car before getting off. The group followed the navigation and crossed the road to the opposite night market street where the naked eye could not see the end.

After [-] o'clock in the morning, most of the shops on Yeshi Street were closed, and only two supermarkets, two barbecue shops away, were open.

Passing by one of them, Song Mian asked Shang Chuqing to quit the supermarket and bought bread and drinks for everyone.

Chu Qingci went out with two shopping bags for everyone to share, "Come here, brother Song paid for the guests himself, I will save the soy milk, do whatever else you want."

"Wow, it's so good, and there are butter crisp buns, thank you monitor." Yang Luoluo gave Song Mian a thumbs up.

"Is there any matcha cheese?" Tian Xin finished her drink and went to get something to eat, "God knows I'm going crazy if I want to eat matcha cheese."

Indeed, as soon as she finished saying this, Zheng Qiran took the only piece of matcha cheese in the shopping bag without a beating, and shook her leg slightly at her.

"Zheng Qiran, get the hell out! I told you not to take it, but you insisted on taking it. You took this for so much, didn't you do it on purpose?" Tian Xin was so angry that her hair flew up, obviously she was so angry.

Unceremoniously, he raised his leg and kicked Zheng Qiran's ass.

Seeing the two of them swearing back and forth, as if they were talking about a cross talk, the others burst out laughing.

"Lady, lady!" Zheng Qiran yelled while hiding, "Tian Xin, let me tell you, if you continue to be so violent, who dares to marry you in the future!"

"None of your business!" Tian Xin pinched his arm desperately.

Obviously, Zheng Qiran is Tian Xin's biggest stumbling block on the road to becoming a lady.

Jiang Zhou didn't like sweets, so he stood alone by the telephone pole and waited, watching Zheng Qiran play monkeys with cold eyes.Song Mian knew that he was not used to desserts, so she handed him a glass of room temperature soy milk alone.

Jiang Zhou glanced at the soy milk. The pure soy milk in the cup was the kind he could accept with a very light sweetness. He took it and thanked him in a low voice.

Song Mian squinted her eyes, bent her eyes to the most beautiful arc, shook her head and said no thanks, her mind went around 980 six times, watching Jiang Zhou holding the soy milk without moving for a long time, she was a little anxious: "Aren't you going to drink?"

Song Mian walked around the thin telegraph pole, leaned next to Jiang Zhou, leaned against his shoulder, and said, "You didn't eat breakfast, did you? Are you hungry?"

Jiang Zhou was pushed to the outside by him, and his fingers holding the cup moved, loosening and tightening.

He was silent for a long while, and looked at the person next to him who was rubbing against him for three seconds with his lowered eyes, accurately capturing the momentary guilty conscience in Song Mian's eyes.

Jiang Zhou didn't bother to guess what the guilty conscience was, so he simply complied with someone's wishes, pulled out the straw and punctured the tinfoil and took a sip of soy milk.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Song Mian whistled secretly, took out a cup of soy milk with the same packaging from his coat pocket and drank it.

The navigation showed that the Duck King Delicatessen opened in a small alley in the middle of the night market street, and a few people entered the alley noisyly.

The small alleyway is much more lively than the night market street outside. There used to be a row of butcher specialty stores. There are old ladies selling vegetables and fruits at the door of the shop. Some stalls are so large that they occupy the road, so the alleyway is not narrow. But a little cramped.

Song Mian half-heartedly walked side by side with Jiang Zhou at the back of the team, touching the back of Jiang Zhou's hand vaguely, Jiang Zhou mostly avoided it, and occasionally did not, and threw Song Mian an expression of not falling with the idiot .

Two staggering old ladies walked towards each other, supporting each other, sighing as they walked.

"It's vicious. The man still has tattoos on his arm. The house number was smashed, and he almost hurt someone. I don't know what trouble he got into."

"I see that the old couple of Lao Peng's family are usually very friendly. The amount of meat they buy from his house is also generous, and the neighbors in the neighborhood get along well. Why did this happen to them, alas."

"Oh, isn't that Peng Yang?"

Zheng Qiran, who was leading the way, suddenly shouted, pointing to a beef noodle restaurant on the corner ahead, "That's him, he turned in."

"I look like it too." Yang Luoluo caught sight of Peng Yang's hurriedly walking back, "Oh, I just saw that he was holding a brick in his hand. Did something happen to his family?"

"Go and have a look." Song Mian stopped teasing Jiang Zhou, skipped the two old men who were still muttering, and jumped up the stone steps to the beef restaurant first. Seeing that the girls were flustered, he comforted him. : "Don't think too much."

After passing the beef noodle restaurant and turning around the corner, Song Mian led the way, and Jiang Zhou and the others followed. Not far away, Song Mian heard a burst of cursing from not far away, accompanied by a woman's heart-piercing screams, listen carefully There are also the sound of children crying and things like glass hitting the ground.

"Fuck! Something must have happened, I'll go and have a look!" Zhang Jin rushed forward.

Zheng Qiran and Lin Pingping followed without saying a word.

The three of them ran so fast that they disappeared without a trace.

Song Mian couldn't stop her, clicked her tongue, and stopped Chu Qingci and Tan Jun who were about to run away, and pointed to a few girls with bright faces, "Take care of the three of them."

"Okay." The boys nodded, and ran with the girls behind them.

Xunsheng ran to a shop that had been smashed into holes, and the girls gasped suddenly. Song Mian saw a tattered advertising signboard in the corner, and could vaguely make out the word Wang.

The sounds of beating, scolding and crying became more and more clear, and it was from this room.

Just as he was startled, a roar suddenly came from inside the shop, "Get out! Peng Er Er has nothing to do with our family! Please get out of my house!"

boom--!

It was the sound of bricks falling to the ground.

"It's really Peng Yang!" Zheng Qiran heard Peng Yang's voice, lost all reason, kicked open the iron door and rushed in.

Zhang Jin grabbed the wooden stick slanted in the corner of the wall and followed closely behind.

Song Mian frowned, told Lin Pingping, who was about to go in, to look at him a little bit, don't be impulsive, and left Tan Jun outside to accompany a few girls, and then entered the door with Jiang Zhou.

When you enter the house, you will see cabinets with shattered glass. The floor is full of cooked food such as duck legs and duck feet. There is a strong stewed and spicy smell in the air.

"Fuck you what the fuck are you?"

As soon as they entered, they saw a tall man in a white vest with tattooed arms kicking over the kettle at Peng Yang's feet.

The boiling hot water poured out and mixed with the shattered red masonry. Fortunately, Peng Yang reacted quickly and jumped away. He even pushed the man and shouted: "Fuck you!"

This room looks like it should be the cooking room of Duck King.

The room is not too big, there is a stove in the corner, and most of them are glass cabinets full of cooked food.

Behind the tattooed man stood two equally tall and strong men, and a woman in a tight skirt with big wavy hair.

Just looking at these three men, dressed in tight trousers and Doudou shoes, with an unknown string of gold chains around their necks, Song Mian can more or less guess the origin of this group of people.

Most of them are completely different from the young master school bully who has never seen the world in school, a social person who wanders on the street and collects protection fees all day long.

Behind Peng Yang was a middle-aged woman who was standing by a glass cabinet covering her face and crying. She blocked another crying little girl by the stove and broke down and cried: "Yangyang!"

The tattooed man was pushed back several steps by Peng Yang. His aura exploded in an instant, panting heavily. The tall man's arm muscles slowly swelled up. When he raised his arm, he quickly drew a strong wind in the air. , Greeting directly to Peng Yang's face.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Jin held up the wooden stick in time and slammed it on the ground. There was a clang in the room filled with crying.

The tattooed man was distracted, and turned his head to look at the person at the door. He didn't slap him, but was kicked on the stomach by Peng Yang, who reacted very quickly.

"who are you?"

The big-faced girl with dyed yellow hair, wavy head, and three layers of white powder makeup could be removed with a single step, and stared back at them angrily.

"Ouch—" After seeing her face clearly, Zheng Qiran made an exaggerated gesture of vomiting, and said to Song Mian, "I'm about to vomit, now I think Tian Xin's appearance is really pleasing to the eye."

Tian Xin at the door sneezed just in time.

Song Mian reached out to stop Lin Pingping and Chu Qingci who were about to strike, and raised her chin unhurriedly at Peng Yang, "We are his classmates, who are you?"

The tattooed man looked at them suspiciously for a while, and then looked repeatedly between Peng Yang and them. After a while, he said with a grinning smile: "Whether you are classmates or not, don't worry about today's matter, hurry up, get out as far as you can .”

"Pooh!"

Before he finished speaking, Peng Yang spat at him directly, "It's you who should get out, get out of my house immediately!"

"Get out! Get out!" The middle-aged woman threw a few unsoaked fresh duck feet at the tattooed man, her lips trembling and she kept muttering, "Get out!"

The tattooed man grabbed a duck paw that fell on his body and smashed it back against the stove, frightening the little girl to cry even more, her heart broken.

"Get out of here quickly!" Peng Yang was so angry that his eyes were scarlet, he strode to Zhang Jin's place, grabbed the wooden stick, and pointed at the tattooed man, "Get out!"

"A few things, you're looking for death, right!" Seeing that someone backed them up, the mother and son were so blatantly arrogant, the man behind the tattooed man, who was doing Mohigan, couldn't hold back for a long time, twisted his wrist, and was about to hit people.

Jiang Zhou was the closest to him, standing in front of him, holding Mohawk's wrist with his hand, expressionless, eyes as cold as ice.

Mo Xigan supported Jiang Zhou's shoulder with the other hand, and pushed and shouted: "Let go of me! What are you?"

Jiang Zhou was not angry when he was scolded, but he exerted more force on the palm of the man's wrist, stared coldly into his eyes and said, "Get out."

"Get out of your paralysis!"

Beside Moxigan was a tall, fat man who measured [-] jin by eye. He clenched his fists and was about to greet Jiang Zhou. Song Mian's heart stopped fucking suddenly, and his limbs were faster than his brain. When he reacted, The man had already rushed in front of the fat man, with his elbow still on the fat man's stomach.

"Damn you! Dog bastard!" The fat man's belly twitched, his fat fleshy face excruciatingly painful, "IFUCKUMAMA!"

"Brother Yuan! Hit him!"

The wavy girl cheered for the fat man.

Before Song Mian had time to make fun of the dog's muddy English, the dog stomped on her right foot.

"Hiss...fuck me!"

This fucking uncommon bitch makes me cry, Shark your sister!

In this situation, it would be impossible not to fight.

After confirming the opponent, the two sides immediately fell into a fierce battle.

The tattooed men are adults after all, and they are all tall and big, no matter how stupid they are, they still have the physical strength of adults.

On Song Mian's side, the skeletons of the teenagers have not yet fully matured. Fortunately, there are many of them, and there are Jiang Zhou Song Mian who can fight. On average, two fight one, and they are not at a disadvantage for the time being.

The battle between the two sides was stalemate.

Boys in high school pay attention to feelings, and this is the stage where they put the saying of stabbing brothers into practice the most. They can develop brotherhood after drinking a drink with each other, and their loyalty is beyond heaven. As long as there are brothers around them, they are impatient A hot-blooded and invincible bloody boy.

The one who was beaten the most was the tattooed man. Chu Qingci and Lin Pingping were responsible for restraining him, while Peng Yang focused on beating countless sticks on him.

Moxigan's muscles were swollen, and he looked horrifying. His arms were flailing in the air. Jiang Zhou turned his head to avoid it, and lowered his body to step on Moxigan's dignity.

Mo Xiqian hissed and gasped in cold sweat from the pain, veins popped out of his forehead, and he knelt on the ground, clutching his crotch and howling.

Song Mian kicked the fat man in return, the two pulled each other, Song Mian raised his leg, and knocked his knee on the fat man's thigh, the fat man was knocked back a few steps, Song Mian took advantage of the victory to pursue, and swung his fists on his belly.

The curly girl ran around, yelling and screaming, and kept dropping her fists on Song Mian and Jiang Zhou.

Zheng Qiran hammered the fat man, raised and lowered his palm next to the curly girl's face, and did not move his hand back and forth several times.

The wavy girl's cry successfully attracted Tan Jun and Tian Xin outside the door.Seeing the chaotic scene in the room, several girls yelled in fright, calmed down in a few seconds, and teamed up to drag away the screaming and shapeless waves.

Song Mian was sweating, and when Tan Jun came, he retreated to the second line, raised his arm to wipe the sweat, glanced casually, and saw Mohawk holding the hot water bottle high.

Jiang Zhou turned his back on him!

Song Mian's head was buzzing with wild thoughts, thinking of world peace from Pangu's epoch-making, and then he dragged his sick foot, and threw Jiang Zhou aside at a speed that he couldn't even imagine.

The kettle thrown by Mohawk rolled several times on the ground, and the unfinished hot water dripped all over the floor.

"Are you OK?"

Song Mian's heart was still twitching, and he couldn't imagine the scene where the water bottle hit Jiang Zhou. He kept groping for Jiang Zhou's arms and shoulders, then rubbed his head, and murmured, "You didn't get hurt, did you? No? Is there any pain?"

Jiang Zhou was thrown to the ground, and his head buzzed. It didn't hurt much, but he was a little dizzy. He got up slightly and looked at the hot water bottle parked by the fat man's hand, and the steaming water beach on the ground, looking at Song Mian. Look anxious, understand.

He stroked Song Mian's back comfortingly, and said, "It's okay."

"You two are alright!"

The two of them moved so loudly that they startled everyone in the room. Lin Pingping was just a few steps away from them, and was even more shocked. He hurried over to pull people around, "Are you all right?"

"fine."

Song Mian shook her head and looked at Jiang Zhou worriedly.

Jiang Zhou sat up halfway, and stood up with the support of Zheng Qiran and Lin Pingping. He took a breath and felt that he was not so dizzy. Seeing that Song Mian was still nervous and crying, he had no choice but to raise his hand and rubbed him. face, smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt."