C37 Shooting

Second Brother would lose his temper at any time in his life, but in the limited number of people here, he would definitely not reveal his vicious side in front of them.

One is second brother's mother, the other is Chen Wanhe, the rest are us little brothers and sisters.

On that day, second brother's temper was forcefully suppressed, but he never thought that the other side would not leave him any face.

Perhaps this was a common ailment of men. They would always force themselves to slap another man's face when facing a woman they liked.

"F * ck!" You sure are f * * king flattering me! " The male student wearing a sports coat was obviously the leader. After hearing second brother's words, he didn't hesitate to throw an elbow at the back of second brother's head.

The reason why second brother was able to be hit by them earlier was because he did not have any thoughts of being on guard. However, this time, he was different.

Based on his many years of fighting experience, when he heard that student swearing, he subconsciously moved to the right side to dodge the elbow strike. Then he turned around and kicked the student in the stomach.

That person flew out three meters before landing accurately, his posture was perfect.

Actually, I think that person should thank second brother, because he clearly held back. If he didn't, that student wouldn't have just yelled out in pain, but directly coughed up blood.

"They really have to fight?" The second brother clenched his teeth and forced out a smile. The muscles on his cheeks throbbed continuously. This was a sign that he was going to lose his temper.

"Fuck you …" The student twitched a few times on the ground and glared at second brother. He said fiercely, "I must …"

"Zhao Songhe!"

Chen Wanhe, this delicate and weak girl, could not help but shout out loud. She quickly ran to her second brother's side and looked at the student with red eyes, "Do you want me to call over the security department's people?!"

"Wanhe, you want to help him, right?" Zhao Songhe laughed strangely, the muscles on his face twitched non-stop: "The one who is being beaten is me, if you don't come and look at me, then …"

"What does he do?" Second brother asked.

Chen Wanhe subconsciously answered, "He's our professional classmate."

"Oh." Second Brother nodded, wiped the blood on his forehead and smiled as he walked to the side of the student called Zhao Songhe and squatted down.

All this time, the other students wanted to stop second brother, but no one dared to. Maybe they were also afraid that they would end up like Zhao Songhe.

He was a good for his part in the school basketball team. His body had been sent flying by a single kick, let alone a poor student like himself.

To be honest, they would definitely be more respectful than normal bastards if they let them bully ordinary people with Zhao Songhe. But if they really met someone strong like second brother, they would be terrified.

"Then let's forget about it. I'm not going to bother you either." Second brother pointed to his forehead and said with a smile.

"Fuck, just you wait!" "My brother is …"

Second Brother did not wait for him to finish before he slapped him. A crisp sound followed and Zhao Songhe's teeth fell off.

"Your brother is a JB." Second brother politely said: "You are a student, so I don't want to argue with you. What I respect the most is a cultured person, don't let my temper rise again, next time …"

With that, second brother squatted on the ground, lowered his head and said with a face full of smiles.

"Then laozi will untie your legs. If you don't believe me, let's try it."

Zhao Songhe looked at the smiling Second Brother, and couldn't help but shiver for a moment, and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Let's go and help you carry your luggage." Second Brother patted his butt and stood up. He walked to the side of the luggage and turned around to shout at Chen Wanhe, "What are you standing there for? Lead the way."

"Oh, oh …"

Walking on the tree-lined path, second brother silently followed behind Chen Wanhe, smoking his cigarette. His face was indifferent, and his eyes were hazy, as if he was thinking about his own future and what he should do next …

"The butt is so big that it's easy to raise. Tsk tsk." The second brother sighed and said, "The girls in the city are still the best. Look at how white and tender they are …"

Suddenly, Chen Wanhe stopped. She was so scared that her second brother shivered and dropped the cigarette on the ground.

"Here we are." Chen Wanhe said with a beaming smile, "I'll take my luggage with me."

"Alright, I'll wait for you here." Second Brother nodded, his face turning red.

The people coming and going were all female students, and even the guards downstairs were all an old aunt. Among the females, second brother felt quite a bit of pressure, after all, many girls were curiously looking at him, probably wondering what this man with blood on his head was here for.

After Chen Wanhe had carried her luggage into the dormitory building, Second Brother found a comfortable and shady place just like before, squatted on the floor and looked at the dormitory, continuing to study the female clothing and culture.

A few minutes later, second brother noticed a pair of sharp eyes staring at him. That gaze made him feel very dangerous.

It's really dangerous.

"Fuck." Second brother shivered because he saw the target of the killing intent.

That's right, he clearly saw the stick in the auntie's hand, and even pretended to inadvertently glance at the murderous intent in that person's eyes.

If this auntie has a violent temper, I'm guessing she's already started cursing. That's normal.

If he saw a man who looked like a hoodlum squatting opposite the dormitory building and observing the clothes hanging outside the window with a smile on his face, he would probably want to dig out his eyeballs.

"That's him!" A loud shout filled with anger and grievance instantly attracted second brother's gaze.

Turning his head to look, Zhao Songhe was holding onto his stomach, bringing along the three youths as he pointed at himself.

"Brother Wang, that's the person who hit me!" Zhao Songhe was not arrogant like before, instead, he had a wronged look on his face: "You have to teach him a lesson!"

"Motherf * cker, it seems like I won't be able to dodge it today." Second Brother helplessly put the cigarettes he had just taken out back into the case, afraid that he would break the cigarettes if he moved his hands later. It was at least two dollars a pack.

The person that Zhao Songhe called Brother Wang was a big fat man.

The reason he was considered a member of society was because his second brother saw the machete at his waist and the tattoo on his grandson's entire body.

At that time, second brother didn't think too much and slowly stood up. Then, he rushed into the small forest not far from the dormitory.

"F * ck!" What are you looking at! "Chase after him!" The fat guy roared and chased after second brother with his men, shouting, "Don't you f * cking run! "Grandson!"

"F * ck you fat bastard! F * ck you ~ ~ ~ you really think of yourself as a canvas ~ ~ ~ You look like you've been splashed with paint ~ ~ You're doing something heartless ~ ~ ~" While running, second brother was still unrelenting with his mouth. This was indeed his demeanor.

You can think of that picture.

A young man with a bloody forehead was scolding as he ran. Because he ran a bit fast, his voice sounded shaky.

Perhaps it was because of this quaking sound, but it directly pierced the fatty's G-point spirit, causing his entire body to tremble in anger.

"F * ck!"

The fat man roared in anger and chased after his second brother. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he quickly overtook everyone in front and aimed at his second brother.

So the human body's potential is limitless. Even today, second brother still believes this.

After running for a distance into the woods, second brother saw that no one was around, so he stopped and began to roll up his sleeves.

The fat guy was the first one to catch up with second brother. When he saw second brother's reaction, he immediately became happy. He panted but pretended to be calm as he scolded.

"You... You... "You are f * cking running …"

"F * ck, I'm afraid that running down there will tire you to death, damn fatty. Look at your sweat, it's like someone's squeezed lard all over you." The second brother said with a look of disdain.

Therefore, Second Brother had a special skill when it came to provoking internal conflict among the people. Wherever the other party's flaws were, he would scold them, completely inheriting the essence of the village's old women's curses.

At this time, the people behind him also caught up, adding Zhao Songhe himself, there were only four of them, second brother felt that they could easily deal with them.

All of a sudden, he was pleasantly surprised to discover that the only person the other party was bringing along was the fatty himself.

"You guys are dead meat." The second brother expressed his thoughts objectively, scolding impatiently, "Hurry up and come. I still have work to do after you guys are done."

"It's that strong?" The fatty happily pulled out the machete; his movements were very slow, as if he wanted to use the move of the machete to scare his second brother.

"Keep your hands steady, I will cut off your vitals." Second brother said with a smile.

"Where are you from?" After all, a person who was still standing and provoking others despite the circumstances was either a retard or a retard, or a gangster.

Second Brother hesitated for a moment and did not immediately answer.

He was following Bai Baoguo, and Bai Baoguo was from < East He Gui >. Then, could he also be considered to be from < East He Gui >?

"'Donghe Gui'." Second brother said.

Fatty's expression changed a little as he did not expect the answer from second brother to be this. He then raised his machete and looked at second brother with a measuring gaze, asking, "If you dare to boast, I'll deal with you today. Who are you with in Donghe Guigui?"

"Bai Baoguo." Second brother said.

Fatty frowned and slowly put down the blade. "What's your name?"

"Little Northeast." Second brother answered patiently for the last time.

The fatty trembled.

"He is Little Northeast?" The fat guy had an ugly expression as he muttered to himself. He had indeed heard of the ruthless Little Northeast, and that famous bastard was a young man with a Northeast accent.

"Stop nagging, hurry up." Second brother walked towards the fatty. He was already thoroughly impatient.

At this moment, a sound came from the fat guy's pocket. It was a melodious music.

"Yo, rich people." The second brother saw the fatty take out his phone and very politely waited for him to pick up.

However, second brother would never have thought that this call that was connected would indirectly tell him an unbelievable piece of news.

"What?" Brother? Go back now? "

"It was arranged by Fox Bro?"

"What?!" Bai Baoguo was shot by someone?! "

While the fatty was still in a daze with his phone, second brother had already rushed up and grabbed it.

"The Baobao has been destroyed?!" Second Brother didn't care who the person on the other side of the phone was, he directly called out.

"Who the f * * k are you? Bai Baoguo is your father? The person on the other end of the phone had a bad tone, but he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He replied impatiently, "Brother Fox told you to come back quickly. Fuck, this is going to be a big problem!"