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Su Xing didn't forget to inject himself with inhibitors before going out.

"What about hitting again?"

Su Hong is wearing a silk red nightgown, the smooth fabric fits her uneven body, a huge V is cut out on the chest, the skirt covers the feet, and half hides ten deep purple painted nails.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror and put on lipstick. The color was so bright that it could bleed. After wiping, she pursed her lips and carefully wiped it along the line of her lips with the tip of her little finger.

Squinting in the mirror and seeing Su Xing pulling out the needle from his arm, Su Hong sneered and mocked him: "Hey, how many needles have you had this month? They are more frequent than I am picking up clients."

Su Xing took out a tissue and dabbed at the eye of the needle. He felt dizzy for a few seconds after taking the inhibitor. He closed his eyes and waited for the dizziness to pass. He put on his coat and turned his head to look out the window.

There is not much sunshine left, the sky is groggy, and I don't know if it will rain at night.

"Come back and bring me a lighter."

Su Hong sat on the sofa with a cigarette between her fingers. When she lit the lighter, she realized that the lighter was broken. She pressed the button twice indiscriminately, and it was completely stuck after a "click".

Su Xing didn't reply, walked around the sofa with his bag on his back, and walked towards the door.

Su Hong was originally in a good mood, but when she saw Su Xing avoiding her, she suddenly became irritable, threw the discarded lighter, and shouted: "Are you fucking deaf or dumb?! Listen! Have you arrived yet!"

The lighter hit the back of Su Xing's head, then fell to the ground, spun around a few times, and stopped by the wall.

He stopped, bent down to pick up the lighter, put it in his trouser pocket, and said calmly, "Got it."

"Fuck you! Get out!"

Su Hong kicked the coffee table hard, and the ashtray bounced twice and fell to the ground, making a sharp noise.

After changing his shoes and opening the door, there was a man standing outside with a beer belly, a blue and white plaid shirt tightly stretched on his body, a cheap red rose in his breast pocket, and his raised hand was pressing the doorbell.

Seeing Su Xing, the man put down his hands in embarrassment, and grinned, holding half a spinach leaf between his teeth.

"Little Xing, are you going out?" The man rubbed his palms, looking a little impatient, and tiptoed over Su Xing's shoulder to look in, "Then what... I'm looking for your mother for something. "

He laughed dryly, and just as he was about to enter the door, a hand was placed in front of him, with well-defined bones and a sense of strength unique to young people, and his fingertips were slightly peeled because of being too dry.

Su Xing was expressionless, and supported the door frame with one hand: "What's the matter?"

The man stepped into the door with one foot, but his upper body was blocked by Su Xing, maintaining a strange posture.

what's up?

Everyone knows that what else can happen.

Su Hong is a widow, her Alpha has been dead for seven years.

A pretty, glamorous and coquettish Omega with his son living in a place like Ruyi District is enough to attract people's imagination.

Everyone on this street knows that as long as a few banknotes—sometimes just a few cigarettes, you can do something with Su Hong.

The man was still intimidated by Su Xing's hostility. He was obviously only a half-grown boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, but his eyes were cold and frightening.

Isn't he a well-known champion in the city's senior high school entrance examination?I was interviewed a few months ago, wearing a washed and yellowed white shirt on TV, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, answering questions politely and politely, looking like a weak and good student .

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to be the gloomy boy in front of you!

The man avoided Su Xing's eyes, and replied hesitantly: "Personal, personal matters... If it's not, it's inconvenient, forget it..."

"Who? Is that you, Brother Li? I've been waiting for you for a long time, come in!"

Su Hong yelled in the room, her tone was all charming and charming, and the ending sound was a word "Well", which was cadenced and twisted a thousand times, it was completely different from the one who just smashed things and sprayed dirty.

The man swallowed, licked his lips again, looked at Su Xing hesitantly, and dodged his eyes: "Little Xing, look... this, your mother is waiting..."

Su Xing smiled self-deprecatingly, went straight out the door without looking at him.

"Are you sure he's going here?"

In a narrow alley, six or seven punks squatted on the ground. The leader was shaved, with short hair that could see stubble, a big gold chain around his neck, and a colorful flower dragon on his arm.

The younger brother next to him lit a cigarette and handed it up, patted his chest to reassure him: "Brother Long, don't worry! I heard it clearly, Su Xing passes here every day at this point!"

Brother Long got impatient and took a deep puff of the cigarette: "Why isn't this fucking thing coming!"

"Here we come!" A younger brother craned his neck to look around and whispered, "Su Xing is here!"

Under the dim street lights at the entrance of the alley, a tall and straight figure walked over, carrying a black backpack, wearing a long-sleeved hooded top with the hood on his head.

"It's finally here." Brother Long chewed the butt of the cigarette twice, spit the cigarette on the ground, grabbed the iron bar beside him, and stood up, "If I don't shit this ignorant little boy today, I'll fuck him Let's go!"

The younger brothers followed the eldest brother, raised their sticks and stood up straight.

A social werewolf with a baseball bat on his shoulder, with a fierce expression and a sharp shape.

"Oh, fuck!" Brother Long squatted for too long, his legs were numb, he suddenly lost his footing, staggered and almost fell, the younger brothers just got into position, saw that their elder brother was about to fall, they threw away their sticks and rushed up in a panic help.

"Brother, are you okay!"

"Help me!"

"Brother fell to his death!"

……

When Su Xing walked to the entrance of the alley, he saw a group of big flower arms jumping up and down in a ball, yelling loudly, just like a cult organization doing sacrifices.

I originally wanted to take a detour, but I was running out of time. It would take at least half an hour longer to walk from the main road to where he worked.

One person saw him and yelled "Su Xing is here", and the others raised their heads in unison, staring at him with eyes brighter than street lights.

Su Xing paused, and he could tell that it was coming for him.

A head popped out of the crowd, raised its big hand, and shouted: "Array!"

The younger brothers were agile, picked up the sticks and lined up, three on each side, blocking the alley tightly.

Brother Long stood in the middle, picked up a baseball bat and pointed at Su Xing, fiercely: "Are you fucking Su Xing?"

Su Xing glanced at him, making sure he had never seen this person: "Who are you?"

"You don't have to worry about who I am." Brother Long tapped the stick twice on the ground, "Those who dare to rob me, I will let you know what it means to be shit and pee today!"

Su Xing was expressionless, with his hood pressing his bangs to half cover his eyes, and putting his hands in his pockets, he asked, "Who are you?"

"I, day, you, grandpa!"

Seeing his arrogant and arrogant appearance, Brother Long rushed forward with a rush of anger. He tilted his head and spat, his eyes sank: "How dare you be mad at me? How dare you compete with Lao Tzu for the boss? Song? Si Ge is also something you can touch? I advise you to stay away from Si Ge if you are sensible, and if I see that you and Si Ge are confused, I will throw your head into the moat!"

What is this guy skrskr talking about?Singing rap?

Su Xing frowned slightly, moved his fingers in his trouser pocket, and spit out two words: "Who are you?"

Brother Long: "..."

A follower shouted: "Brother Long, don't talk nonsense with him, just do it!"

Brother Long raised the stick with one hand, and waved the other hand over his head: "Give it to me—"

boom--

Before an order could be finished, it was interrupted by a sudden roar of an engine.

Su Xing turned his head, and a motorcycle drove towards the alley arrogantly. The headlights of the car were so bright that people couldn't open their eyes. He stretched out a hand to block it.

The car drove to the entrance of the alley and stopped. The people in the car were wearing black helmets, and their faces could not be seen through a layer of hood.

"Hey, where are you guys fighting?" The person in the car said, "I'm really sorry to interrupt you, can you excuse me? I'll drive the car over and you can continue? I'm in a hurry, so please forgive me."

Long Ge still raised his hand up and down: "If you are sensible, get lost!"

The man took off his helmet and shook his hair.He seems to be about the same age as Su Xing, with a tough and handsome appearance, and the line of his jaw is a bit sharp because it is too neat.

He counted the number of people and asked, "Seven of them beat you one?"

Su Xing glanced at him coldly: "Can't you see?"

He whistled, smiled, showed a sharp canine tooth, and said cheerfully: "It is estimated that the time will not exceed 3 minutes, and you can still smoke a cigarette."

Su Xing: "..."

I'm afraid it's not because of some shit luck today, it's fine to meet a group of idiots, and buy seven get one free.

"Aren't you going to get out, kid? There will be no good end for meddling in other people's business!"

Seeing the two muttering to each other, the people on Brother Long's side yelled loudly.

The man in the helmet spread his hands with an innocent expression on his face: "Don't worry, I promise you won't care. If you hit you, I'll smoke a cigarette next to you."

He turned off the motorcycle, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took it out of his trouser pocket twice, and then slapped his thigh hard.

fuck it!No lighter!

Seeing that Brother Long and his gang were about to start a fight, the man in the helmet knocked on the motorcycle horn, and the resounding "beep--" was deafening, scaring off a few of the sticks.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." The helmeted man said apologetically, but there was no embarrassment on his face. He bit a cigarette and asked Su Xing inarticulately, "Do you have a fire, buddy? Borrow one."

It's really late, and if you continue to entangle, you will definitely miss something.

Su Xing didn't want to waste time with these idiots in this place, so he took out the lighter in his pocket and negotiated terms: "I'll give you the fire, and you take me away."

The helmeted man raised his eyebrows, took the lighter after a few seconds, and said, "Deal."

"You kid, brighten my eyes! This little boy who robbed me, fuck the shameless third party..."

Brother Long was swearing in front, and the helmeted man keenly caught the key word "third party" from a series of swear words. His eyes darkened, and the lighter twirled nimbly between his fingers, and slipped it into the windbreaker pocket.

The unlit cigarette was spit on the ground. He put on the helmet again, raised his eyebrows through a layer of hood, and said, "I'm sorry again. If I can't do it, I'll call the police first. I wish you good luck."

Then he turned the accelerator, and the motorcycle sped away amidst the rumbling sound of starting. Brother Long and his group screamed in fright, and hurried to the wall to make a way, and they disappeared within a few seconds.

Su Xing cursed in a low voice in the black motorcycle exhaust: "Fuck!"

The author says:

Little Xing Xing: Today's me, you don't care about answering, but tomorrow's me, you can't stand up to me (waving a handkerchief and shouting: fairies come back tomorrow~)