Delinquent: Reckless Youth

Delinquent youth, hot-blooded and wild!

Wang Hao, who was bullied and ostracized by his classmates for three years in junior high, thought things would change when he came to Chengnan High Sc...

Chapter 641 Listen to My Story

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Yes, on the Slap King’s arm, there was a tattoo of a common tiger head that everyone in the Black Tiger Gang had.

The Slap King was actually a member of the Black Tiger Gang! Seeing this scene, I was really shocked and felt a little unbelievable.

When the Slap King saw me like this, he thought I was intimidated by him. He showed a smug smile on his face, sat down slowly, lit a cigarette leisurely, and said lightly: "I don't want to scare you with my previous identity, but what you did is really too much. As a student of City High School, can you be a little more self-aware? Do you really think I dare not expel you?"

Frankly speaking, if I were not the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, I would be really shocked to see the tiger head of the Slap King. Because in the minds of ordinary students, the Black Tiger Gang is definitely an orthodox gang. Who dares to mess with such a bad guy? But now, I just want to laugh when I see the tiger head of the Slap King. It's really interesting that the Slap King used to be in the Black Tiger Gang... And judging from his age, the time when the Slap King was there was the most glorious time for the Black Tiger Gang, right? No wonder he is so arrogant.

Thinking of this, I actually laughed. The Slap King suddenly frowned and slapped the table heavily: "Wang Hao, you still dare to laugh?! Let me tell you, even though I have retired from the underworld, I am still on the Black Tiger Gang's roster, and I am a lifetime honorary member! Do you know why? Because I have made great contributions! The current boss of the Black Tiger Gang, Wang Jinbao, and the leaders of the four branches, which one of them is not my best friend? As long as I make a phone call, it will take only a few minutes to kill a little bastard like you!"

When I heard the Slap King mention Wang Jinbao, I suddenly fell silent even though I was still smiling. The Slap King became proud again, knocked off the ash from his cigarette and said, "It's good that you know you're scared. Have you heard of Wang Jinbao, the boss of the Black Tiger Gang? He's a demon who kills without blinking an eye. Back then, I followed him, holding two machetes in my hands, and killed seven people in Kaiyuan Road..."

"Brother is in jail."

The Slap King suddenly paused and looked at me in confusion: "What did you say? Who's in jail?"

"Brother is in jail." I lowered my head, my eyes filled with sadness: "Brother Wang Jinbao has confessed many crimes to the police. In a month or two at most, he will be sentenced to death."

The Slap King looked at me blankly and said, "You are talking nonsense."

"It's true."

"You're talking nonsense." The Slap King took out his cell phone and started dialing, his fingertips beginning to tremble slightly.

I asked, “Who are you going to call?”

The King of Slaps said: "Dao Hu, one of the four hall masters of the Black Tiger Gang, will tell me that these are all fake!" His voice trembled slightly.

"You can't get through." I said, "He's dead. He was having an affair with my eldest sister-in-law and was caught by my eldest brother. He killed both of them with one blow."

"Nonsense!" Slap King glared at me, but at this time the phone emitted a cold voice saying "The user you dialed cannot be reached." Slap King hung up and dialed again. I asked, "Who are you calling this time?" Slap King said, "None of your business!" I said, "Don't call Gunhu, he's dead too. He was hacked to death by the leader of the Shark Gang on his bed in the Jinlangyu Bath Center. Don't call Axe Tiger either, he killed the Shark Gang's airplane and is currently on the run. His phone cannot be reached. If you want to call, call Quanhu or Ajiu, they are both convenient to answer the phone."

The slap king raised his head and looked at me in astonishment. The cold voice of "unable to dial" came from the phone again. He looked at me as if he was looking at a devil: "Why do you... know so much?" His tone was already half-believing and half-doubting.

"Because..." I slowly rolled up my sleeves, revealing the tiger head with the crown, "I am the current leader of the Black Tiger Gang."

The slap king's eyes widened again, his breathing gradually became rapid, and he looked at the tattoo on my arm in disbelief. After a few minutes, he slowly stood up, walked over slowly, and looked at my arm carefully. After a moment, he raised his hand again and gently stroked the tiger head, as if he was trying to tell whether it was real or not.

"It's true." I sighed. "You know, no one dares to get a tiger head tattoo like this. Even if someone is brave enough to get one, no tattoo artist would dare to do it."

The Slap King looked at me in horror, with an expression of extreme disbelief in his eyes. He shook his head, looking dazed, as if he still couldn't believe it. He took two steps back, and then two more steps back, all the way to the desk. He picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number again. "Quanhu? It's me, Guoyang... I want to ask, who is the current boss of the Black Tiger Gang?"

The office was very quiet, so Quanhu's voice could be clearly heard on the phone: "It's Wang Hao. By the way, he seems to be a student of your school. Guoyang, although you have retired from the underworld, you are still a member of our Black Tiger Gang. You have to be respectful when you see Brother Hao, okay?" The Slap King kept saying "um, um" over and over again.

After hanging up the phone, the Slap King looked at me again. I silently put down my sleeves and looked back at him.

He lowered his head slightly and called out, "Brother Hao."

"No, I don't deserve it." I said, "In school, you are the teacher and I am the student; outside, it's not too late to call me 'Brother Hao'."

The Slap King nodded and said nothing. After a long while, he asked, "What happened to the Black Tiger Gang these days?"

By the time I finished telling the story of the past few days, a whole morning had passed. The King of Slaps sat blankly at his desk, and I sat on the sofa without saying a word. After a long time, the King of Slaps stood up and bowed to me.

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