Boss Qi's Little Ancestor: Sweet and Wild

[Female Disguised as Male Cool Queen Who Rocks the Sky VS Multi-Identity Drama Queen Jealous Little Wolf Dog]

A mysterious transfer student arrives at No. 2 High School, handsome to the point...

Chapter 109 You Can Try

After putting the brown sugar beside the bed, Qi Yan said, "You take a rest. I'm going out for a while."

Tang Qiqi didn't notice the fierceness that flashed across those black eyes, and responded, "Okay."

Qi Yan left the room and closed the door.

I changed my clothes, boiled some hot water and went out.

"Damn it, did I not check the calendar before going out today? Damn it." The yellow-haired man returned to his old spot, holding the corner of his mouth that was still aching, and said to a few buddies while smoking, "That brat really needs to be taught a lesson one day."

"Which one?" one of them asked, lighting a cigarette.

In the smoke-filled area, a dozen or so young men gathered, their hair of varying colors and a earthy air. Some leaned against the wall, while others simply sat on the ground.

The ground was littered with discarded cigarette butts, making the smoky place even more suffocating.

"Who else could it be? Apart from that madman, he is the only one in this area who dares to attack us." Thinking of this, the yellow-haired man spat again.

"Brother." Suddenly someone next to him pushed him hard.

The man who was already irritated was pushed like this and yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, the person being scolded not only did not stop, but instead tightened his grip. He looked at the young man walking towards them not far away in panic, "That...that crazy, lunatic..."

Not far away, the madman that the yellow-haired man had just mentioned was walking towards this side. His feet were as light and agile as if he was walking on clouds, but every step was dangerous.

Even though he was alone, his innate strong aura made a dozen lazy people stand up straight.

"Do you really think I'm easy to bully?" After seeing who was coming, the yellow-haired man choked on the smoke he inhaled, and the cracked corners of his mouth began to hurt again when he coughed it out.

It would have been fine if he had just passed by and been beaten up, but he even came to my house.

This is too much!

The blond threw the thing in his hand onto the ground and stomped on it a few times, then stepped forward with his finger outstretched. "I'm telling you, don't go too far..."

Before he could utter the word 'divide', the dangerous aura that came towards him as he approached made it impossible for the yellow-haired man to react before a powerful fist suddenly hit his nose.

Suddenly, the smell of blood spread from the nose, and blood slowly flowed down the hand that was covering the nose.

This punch ignited the flames of war in the air.

More than a dozen people rushed forward and rushed towards the young man in the middle.

Some of them who had fought with the boy before were a little hesitant at first, but seeing that the others rushed forward without hesitation, they had no choice but to join in.

After all, it was their territory and no one dared to set foot here, but today they were chased to their door.

If you don't fight back, you'll be treated like a P gangster.

The scene was in chaos, with only roars and noises around.

Ten minutes later.

As all the sounds gradually disappeared and were replaced by groans, the young man in the middle had already made a path for himself.

He took a step with his slender legs, and the wind raised by his feet was a bit fierce. He stepped on the dignity of the loser, took one step at a time, and finally stopped in front of the yellow-haired man.

The blond man subconsciously wanted to step back, but his collar was suddenly grabbed, and his upper body was half-hanging in the air under the strong arm.

At the same time, an extremely cold voice came down:

"Next time, your lair will be your burial place."

The yellow-haired man had no way to defend himself, but he knew very well that the madman in front of him was a man of his words.

"I..." Even Mercury retrograde is not as miserable as him.

However, the loser had no right to speak. Just as he squeezed out a word, his neck suddenly tightened.

The hand with distinct joints on his neck gradually loosened its grip. "You can try."