Chapter 513 Robbery x Beautiful Lady (93)

Two people stood in the fighting arena, competing with each other.

One is Iran with a stern face, clenched small fists, and no fear in his eyes.

The other one was the boy who had been laughed at the most just now. He had chestnut curly hair, was wild and unrestrained, had the dark skin of a Utah native, and had shiny shanks. He didn't look like a boy of the same age as an Iranian boy at all.

The two people's appearances don't seem to match. Although Iran's height and weight meet the standard passing line, he is still too thin compared to this boy.

It seemed like he could be knocked down with just one arm.

Seeing this, the little tiger in Chen Yuan's arms turned his eyes, as if he knew what they were going to do.

It licked its paws and excitedly wanted to climb down from Shen Yuan and join the battle.

Shen Yuan slapped its butt and scolded it, "Behave yourself."

The little tiger grumbled twice in dissatisfaction, and its ears, which had been raised high, drooped down.

“Ouch—”

It just wants to help.

Chen Yuan stared at Iran on the fighting field, his eyes swept across his pale and nervous little face, and he felt worried for him in his heart.

Iran had not received any training, and even before this, he was just a good student who went to school obediently.

She wasn't sure whether she could win.

But you have to use your fists and make the other person feel pain before they learn to shut up.

No weapons are allowed in the fight, only bare hands are allowed.

With an order, the fight officially began.

The tall and strong boy immediately pounced on Iran and tightly wrapped his two iron arms around his neck.

“Hmm!”

His strength was terrifying, and the smelly sweat and heavy breathing like a cow overwhelmed Iran's five senses.

Iran's face suddenly turned red, the thin oxygen was deprived of all its energy, and his eyeballs bulged out almost bursting from their sockets.

Neither of them had any skills, only brute force.

Iran grabbed the boy's arms with both hands and used all his strength to try to break free, but the difference in strength was too great and his efforts were almost ineffective.

"You little loser! You still want to fight me? Go to hell!"

He showed no mercy, spat viciously, and then punched Iran on the head again and again.

"I'm not trash!"

Iran gritted his teeth and endured it. The severe pain made him tremble uncontrollably, veins popped on his arms, and he tried hard to pry open the big hand on his neck.

The nails dug into the flesh, and the boy screamed in pain. Furious, he pushed back hard.

"ah!"

As if hearing the sound of joints dislocating, Iran felt his jaw dislocated, his throat was burning with pain, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his mouth madly.

My nose felt sore and hot tears instantly welled up in my eyes.

His vision blurred and he suddenly thought of his sister.

In order to allow him to go to school and so that his parents could have money to treat their illnesses, my sister must have felt the same pain when she was beaten and bullied.

"Accept your fate, damn Iran! You dare to compete with me with your skinny arms and legs? I can beat you to death with one hand!"

"You're a loser, your sister is a deserter, and your parents are sickly. Hahahaha!"

The boy laughed wildly, and when his friends around him heard this, they also laughed at him harshly.

Iran was almost suffocated and unable to resist. Although it was extremely angry about their ridicule, it was helpless.

He couldn't even fight back, he was so useless.

"Iran!"

Iran tried hard to open his eyes, and his eyeballs were bloodshot and extremely red.

He looked in the direction of the sound and could vaguely make out a sliver of white in his blood-stained vision.

It was the woman who said she knew his sister.

She said her sister was not a deserter.

She said the best way to shut someone up is with your fists.

Iran gritted its teeth and suddenly rushed back.

The back of his head hit the boy's face hard. There was a bang. The boy let go of his hand in pain and was hit in the nose. Blood came out of his nose instantly.

Iran took the opportunity to break free, took a few steps forward with difficulty, and escaped from the shackles.

The two looked at each other, panting.

The boy covered his bleeding nose and gritted his teeth, "You useless bastard, you're dead!"

As he said this, he rushed forward again and wrestled with Iran.

Every punch hits flesh, every punch is covered in blood, and it is impossible to tell whether it is his own or Iran's.

I only know that after the fight ended, no one around dared to laugh or make a sound.

This didn't feel like a fight, but more like a fight involving a life-and-death pact.

Either you die or I die.

Exhausting its last bit of strength and shedding its last drop of blood, Iran has only one thought in its mind.

Use your fists - to shut them up.

Although his congenital defect made him suffer a disadvantage in this fight, he seemed not to be afraid of the pain. When the fist fell, the boy did not dodge or evade, but stretched out his smaller fist and hit back straight.

The fight was extremely fierce. By the end, there was not a single piece of good flesh left on Iran's body. The right side of his face was swollen and his eye was squeezed into a bloody slit.

His right arm was hanging in a twisted position, and it was obvious that the bones had been broken.

Iran just frowned in pain, said nothing, and his bloodshot eyes fell on the person opposite.

If he had been out of strength, he would still have rushed forward desperately and pinned his opponent to the ground and beat him.

The boy was in a slightly better condition than him, with a broken forehead and blood all over his face.

He valued his life, and seeing that Iran was determined to continue fighting, he immediately dragged his injured leg back two steps.

Iran stared at him coldly, repeating word for word: "My sister is not a deserter, and my father and mother are not sickly!"

"No, then no!" The boy was terrified and shouted, "I'm not as reckless as you!"

He said this, limping back to his small group.

He was the leader of this group of people. Even he was beaten like this by Iran. Naturally, the rest of them became cowardly and soon scattered away with grumblings.

There is no apology and Iran does not need their false apology.

In the days to come, he would use his increasingly powerful fists to silence them all.

Iran was covered in blood and could hardly hide its embarrassment, but it held its head high with pride, like a victorious fighting cock.

Shen Yuan looked at him, smiled and praised: "Well done, you are as brave as your sister."

For Iran, this was the highest praise, and his eyes immediately turned red.

On the way to the medical clinic, Shen Yuan asked Iran why he gave up studying and chose to join the armed forces.

Iggy would rather take on the mission and earn more money to support his studies, not to let him follow the same path as himself.

Iran only said that after becoming an armed force, one can take on missions, and only by taking on missions can one have money to pay for medical treatment and medicine for one's parents.

When he said this, the light in his eyes was dazzling.

Just like his sister.