I bought some cheap liquor outside, a dollar for a small cup, and distributed it to them one by one, saying, "I hope everyone will put aside their past prejudices against each other for now. This time we have a common enemy, the dedicated Qin Bo. Kill him, and you will not talk to each other in the future. But now, I hope everyone can unite." After a pause, he said, "If anyone is unwilling and feels that they can kill Qin Bo on their own, then you can leave."
The second eldest brother was the first to stand up, cursing, "Brother Hao, stop talking nonsense. I've been waiting for more than ten days and can't wait to beat up that bastard! As long as Qin Bo can be killed, it doesn't matter if I cooperate with these grandsons." As soon as this sentence came out, he was immediately cursed by others: "Fuck, the second eldest brother, who are you calling a grandson? Do you think we are willing to cooperate with you?"
Before I could do anything, the dormitory was in chaos. Fortunately, this was a situation I had imagined, so I immediately winked at Black Spider. Black Spider immediately said, "Big Second, One-Eyed Dragon, stop arguing! I have an idea. You two should first team up to kill Qin Bo, and then have a good fight to see who is more powerful. Is that okay?"
The second eldest brother slapped his thigh and said, "I agree!" The one-eyed man also said, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time!"
The two stood up and shook hands, indicating a temporary alliance. With the two of them setting an example, the others who had conflicts with each other would of course put them aside and deal with the mustache first. Of course, the scene of the second eldest and the one-eyed dragon was also arranged by me, the purpose was to do it for the other bosses to see. Even if the two of them could temporarily put aside their prejudices, others would naturally follow suit.
The goal of unity was achieved, and the next step was to discuss a detailed attack plan. The twelve bosses, including Black Spider, could gather about 150 people in total, which was more than the current 100-man force of Little Mustache. However, if we analyze it more deeply, we are a mob. Although we say we want to be united, we are still afraid that someone will hinder us. So I deliberately spoke slowly that night, mainly to get everyone to drink more and have more feelings. Men, after drinking too much, will hug others' shoulders and call them brothers. Although this brotherhood is a bit fake, it is better than tit-for-tat.
After a night of reorganization and planning, I tried to let everyone speak, carefully considered their suggestions, and praised them for being "worthy of being the bosses who made a name for themselves in the vocational college." In short, the night was spent happily, and the gap between the group of people was not that deep. When it was almost dawn, everyone was drunk, lying on the bed in all directions, and some were lying on the floor, with their arms around each other's shoulders, knees around each other's legs, and they were as close as a family.
They all drank too much, but I didn't. That night, I deliberately controlled my alcohol tolerance. When everyone was drunk, I had to be sober. Looking at the drunk people in the dormitory, I knew that the "Razor Plan" was half successful. Now, I suddenly wanted to go somewhere. So I left the boys' dormitory, stepped on the morning light of the rising sun, left the school, and walked forward. It was still early, and there was no one on the road. I came to a street of Internet cafes. More than a dozen Internet cafes were closed, and the whole night had not ended at this time. I walked to the opposite wall, turned over, jumped, and stepped on the wall with both hands.
There was only one person under the wall. He was kicking the tree with all his strength. From what I could see, he used all his strength in every punch and kick! You know, force is mutual. The harder he hit the tree, the stronger the force the tree could return to him!
It was five o'clock in the summer morning. The sun had risen and the sky was bright.
At this time, there was only one person practicing boxing.
Yuan Shao and his friends once said, "He practices diligently! He gets up earlier than us!"
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