I immediately frowned and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
Yang Bin was furious, clutching his cheek as he said, "We went out to surf the internet, and we got beaten up halfway. There were so many of them, we couldn't handle them at all. It was so frustrating."
When I heard this, I immediately flew into a rage and yelled, "Fuck you! Who dares to do that?"
Zhu Wei also had a bad temper. Without saying a word, he pulled out his baseball bat from under the bed, held it tightly in his hand, and asked with glaring eyes: "Tell me, I'll kill them today."
Xia Jie said from the side: "It's that yellow-haired guy, do you remember him?"
I thought about it, frowning even more, and asked, "Is that the one who caused trouble during military training a few days ago and got fired?"
Xia Jie nodded quickly and said, "That's him. He seems to be taking revenge lately. Whenever any student in our school goes online, he makes trouble for them."
Zhu Wei deftly put the baseball bat into my guitar case. I was also quick to dismantle the stool in a few moves and put the stool corners securely in the box. The size was just right.
After everything was ready, the four of us carried the guitar case containing our stuff and walked towards the Internet cafe in a menacing manner.
Just when we were halfway there, we saw the yellow-haired guy walking towards us, staggering and shuffling like he had polio.
He was still talking, shouting at the top of his voice: "What? You don't accept it? Looking at you, do you want to fight?!" As soon as he finished speaking, four or five people came up from behind him, and they looked like they had bad intentions.
I couldn't hold back my temper any longer, so I rushed over without saying anything, cursing, "Fuck you!"
He raised his fist and punched the yellow-haired man hard in the face.
Zhu Wei was not vague either. He quickly opened the guitar case, pulled out a baseball bat, and started swinging it at those people. The baseball bat whizzed in the air, and each hit was full of ferocity.
Yang Bin and Xia Jie were not idle either. They each held the corner of a stool and waved it at the people around them, shouting words to give themselves courage.
The group of people on the opposite side were not pushovers either. They were holding iron rods in their hands. When they saw us starting to fight, they also started waving their iron rods at us.
For a moment, the scene was in chaos. I couldn't dodge in time and was hit by their iron rods several times. I didn't dare to hit them with all my strength, but it still hurt so much that I grimaced. The yellow-haired man took the opportunity to come over and punched me twice in the face, making my head buzz.
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