"Get out of the way, Brother Hao is here!" Li Xiaojie led the way in front and led us to the center.
The corridor was bustling with people, and at a glance, all of them were our people. The freshmen from the vocational school either ran out or lay on the ground. We came to the busiest center, and saw the little mustache covered in blood, and still kneeling on the ground. The second brother stood in front of him and kicked him in the head. The little mustache was kicked and fell to the ground, groaning and unable to get up. The second brother ran over and slashed his shoulder with a knife, cutting another cut on him, and cursed: "With your ugly appearance, you think you can be the boss of the vocational college?!"
One-eyed dragon, Little Tornado... all of them were ruthless and merciless. They showed no mercy at this time. Moreover, they seemed to know the art of fighting very well. They never hit Little Mustache's vital parts, but they were enough to make him wail in pain. These people were not good people since they were young. They used their fighting experience gained from years of hard work to the fullest at this moment. One slashed here, the other slashed there, and they laughed cruelly. In short, they all looked much more cruel than me.
But I felt a little strange when I looked at them. How many of them were just pretending to be cruel? Now was indeed a great opportunity to "pretend to be cruel". With so many people watching, as long as they were cruel enough, they could become famous in the vocational college. The reputation would spread through word of mouth, and the position of the boss would naturally be more stable. The poor little mustache had been chopped more than a dozen times, all on his arms, thighs, and back. It was obvious that the big boss and the others wanted to play for a while longer.
However, with such a horrific war breaking out, the school could no longer sit still even if they turned a blind eye, because if things continued like this, there was a high possibility of loss of life. Unfortunately, the school's security department was non-existent, and when such a situation occurred, they would usually call the police directly. When the second elder and others were having fun with their mustaches, a sharp and piercing siren sounded on campus. Looking out the window, there were not only police cars, but also ambulances. It seemed that they were familiar with the situation and knew that the supporting facilities had appeared.
The police came, so naturally everyone could not linger in the fight. Everyone involved in the group fight knew that the main purpose of the police coming here was not to arrest people, but to disperse them. After all, there were more than 150 people, who could they arrest? In this situation, the best thing to do was to disperse immediately, and everyone should give each other face. The police uncle didn't make things difficult for us, and we didn't make things difficult for the police uncle either.
Just as everyone was hastily dispersing, a student suddenly ran towards the man with the mustache, shouting, "Kill him first!"
Even though the second brother and his men were very careful in their attacks, Little Moustache was already seriously injured. There were more than ten cuts on his body, which was no joke. He was basically carried out on a stretcher and thrown directly into the emergency room. At this time, if someone else cut Little Moustache with a knife, and it was an inexperienced novice, Little Moustache would probably be dead. The key point was that this student seemed to really want to kill Little Moustache!
No one knew what he was thinking. Was he mad with killing intent or was he trying to take advantage of the opportunity to become famous? But no one cared about him. Everyone knew the principle of "mind your own business". He could chop as he pleased. It had nothing to do with me. So everyone fled, or watched the fun, wanting to see if the mustache boy could save his life.
The student raised his knife and chopped it off at the mustache man's head. He looked like he had gone completely crazy! The man playing the piano said: To be honest, I am not well yet. I don't know why this illness has lasted for so long. It has plagued me for almost half a month. Every time I feel a little better, it relapses again. Maybe my body is really bad. Although it feels hypocritical, I still want to say: When I think of so many people waiting for updates, I force myself to open my notebook and type. I have a clear conscience and I know that I have tried my best to update. For the book fans who care about me and support me, I don't think I should let you down. I don't expect everyone to understand. But... I wish you all good health. When I am talking nonsense. Hug you
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