"You think I'm afraid of you!" Han Chengshan roared and charged forward, intending to headbutt Sang Biao. Sang Biao swung his baseball bat like lightning, as if to smash the bald man away like a baseball.
"Brother Shan, be careful!" Little Fatty was extremely anxious. He struggled desperately to break free of his restraints and help Brother Shan, but was held tightly by the others.
"Let me go! Brother Shan is in danger!" Little Fatty shouted hoarsely, his eyes filled with anxiety and fear.
"Little Fatty, calm down! Going up there now will only make things worse!"
"You bunch of cowards, what are you doing holding me up? You're all cowards who don't dare to go up and fight, and you won't let me go up!"
"Little Fatty, we're not stopping you from going up there to risk your life, we're just afraid you'll mess things up!"
"Look, Brother Shan moves so nimbly and dodges so quickly. Going up there isn't helping, it's causing trouble!"
Little Fatty looked at Han Chengshan, his heart pounding with anxiety, fearing a tragedy would unfold. However, contrary to his fears, Brother Shan's head wasn't knocked off by the baseball bat.
Sang Biao swung his baseball bat with the speed of a venomous snake, the sound of it cutting through the air chilling. But Han Chengshan moved with agility, dodging the deadly attacks like a ghost.
Sang Biao grew increasingly enraged. He stomped his foot on the ground, and a sharp steel needle popped out from his heel.
Han Chengshan caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye. He hurriedly turned around to avoid it, but he was still cut on the arm by the steel needle, and blood gushed out instantly.
"Brother Shan!" Little Fatty pushed everyone aside and rushed forward without regard for anything else.
"You little brat, are you tired of living?" Sang Biao saw a fat figure rushing over like a mountain of flesh. He grabbed Little Fatty by the neck with one hand and pounded Little Fatty's stomach with the other.
Little Fatty was already so hungry that he didn't have much strength left. After being beaten like this, he felt like he was seeing stars and didn't even have the strength to call for help.
"Fatty! You bastard, let go of Fatty! Come at me if you have a problem!"
Han Chengshan covered his arm. Although he had been cut, he had dodged in time and it was just a minor scrape. The wound wasn't deep.
"Heh, still trying to be a hero even now! Kid, stop dreaming about being a superhero. You're just an ordinary person. Do you think you're someone chosen by heaven?"
"Let go of Little Fatty!" Han Chengshan roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot.
At this moment, Little Fatty's eyes started rolling back, his face turned blue, and his life was hanging by a thread.
"That kid is dead, so what? Nobody will bother us. They might even think we got rid of a burden for them!"
"...What do you mean by that!" the chubby boy asked weakly, his voice filled with despair.
"You don't know yet, do you? Your parents are divorced, and they've each started new families. Oh, and by the way, your dad's new wife is pregnant. Your mom's husband has two kids from previous marriages, and he probably doesn't want any more. You're superfluous, you know that, Fatty!"
“…How…cough cough…how is this possible…” Little Fatty’s face turned increasingly purplish-blue, and his breathing became more and more difficult.
"Let go of Little Fatty! You want me to kneel? I'll kneel and kowtow! I'll lick your shoes clean! Please, please let go of Little Fatty!"
With a thud, Han Chengshan's knees slammed heavily onto the ground, making a dull thud.
As he gradually gave up on life, the chubby boy, his eyes glazed over, shuddered.
Brother Shan! No!
His throat was so sore that he couldn't make a sound, and he could only desperately shout in his heart.
"don't want……"
"Hey, still not dead? Looks like I'll have to step up my game!"
"Please, please let Little Fatty go!"
Little Fatty's tears flowed like a burst dam. It seemed that the whole world had abandoned him. His parents and grandparents had all thrown him into this school, as if he were a piece of trash that had been thrown into the trash can.
He thought he might as well just die, but Brother Shan didn't give up on him. In this cold world, there were still people who cared about his life or death!
Brother Shan, no! Don't kneel down for someone as useless as me! No!
"I'll kowtow to you, I'll polish your shoes, please, let go of Little Fatty, please..."
Brother Shan, don't beg him for mercy, don't kneel down for me! Stand up!
We're begging you!
"We kneel down!"
"We'll kowtow and beg you, please let Little Fatty go!"
The underlings all knelt on the ground in unison, their cries of grief echoing in the air.
"Hahaha..." Sang Biao laughed wildly, "Not a single bad kid can stay here and not learn to behave! Hahaha!"
"I'll polish your shoes, please, let Fatty go!" Han Chengshan reached out and began to vigorously polish his shoes, making them shine.
"Hahaha! Lick it! I'll teach you to lick it with your tongue! Lick it clean with your tongue!"
"Let go first, Little Fatty is really about to die, please, let go first! If you let go and let Little Fatty go, I'll lick your shoes!"
Little Fatty's tears and snot smeared onto Sang Biao's hands. Sang Biao felt nauseous, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw Little Fatty hard to the ground.
"Tch, killing him would dirty my hands!"
Seeing that Xiao Pang was free, Han Chengshan quickly untied the other's shoelaces and tied them together. He then thrust his head into the other's crotch. At this moment, he no longer cared about feeling disgusted and only wanted to use his killing move!
"Ah—" Sang Biao let out a shrill scream.
Han Chengshan suddenly jumped up, grabbing the other person's weak spot on the chest with both hands. When the other person reached out to grab him, he advanced instead of retreating, forcefully stabbing the other person's armpits with both hands like sharp claws, and his knees thrust upwards.
"Ah—" Another scream rang out.
Taking advantage of the victory, Han Chengshan pressed his advantage and, while Sang Biao was clutching his groin, he reached out and suddenly stabbed Sang Biao in the eye.
"Aaaaaah————" Sang Biao screamed madly, pulled out a Swiss Army knife, and slashed wildly in front of him.
Han Chengshan couldn't dodge in time, and a shallow cut was made on his cheek. He hurriedly retreated.
At this critical moment, Little Fatty picked up the baseball bat that Sang Biao had dropped on the ground, rushed over like a madman, and smashed it hard against Sang Biao's head.
Sang Biao's vision was blurred, and he could no longer see what was in front of him. He cursed and swung his knife even more frantically.
Little Fatty slammed a stick into Sang Biao's wrist, causing the knife in Sang Biao's hand to fall to the ground. Little Fatty picked up the knife with lightning speed and stabbed Sang Biao viciously.
The chubby boy's face was covered in blood, splattered from when he pulled out the knife, making him look particularly ferocious and terrifying.
He flashed a bright white smile, his grin bordering on madness: "Brother Shan said that if the other side makes the first move, then go all out to kill them. This is self-defense!"
As he spoke, he stabbed Sang Biao several more times.
The underlings were trembling with fear: "We're doomed, Fatty's gone mad!"
"Little Fatty's gone berserk!"
"Sang Biao... Sang Biao isn't moving!"
"Brother Shan, what do we do? Little Fatty killed someone!"
Han Chengshan was startled by the sudden outburst from the chubby boy, but he quickly calmed down and said firmly, "The chubby boy is right. This is self-defense. He attacked first. If we don't kill him, are we just waiting for him to kill us? Stop shouting and be quiet!"
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