Seeing the boy coming to get the cigarette, Yang Feng just glanced lightly and didn't make a sound. In his opinion, a cigarette was nothing big. Although the boy's carefree look made him feel a little unhappy, Yang Feng didn't want to argue with this young man who was obviously a second-tier junior.

However, the boy's actions made him unhappy. He didn't even look at him and opened the cigarette box and took out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth. Although the boy was not old, he was still an old cigarette gun. As soon as the cigarette was in his mouth, he felt that it was very different from the cigarette he usually smoked.

I felt that the smell was very light after I smoked it, and there was not much smoke, but then there was a faint and mellow tobacco smell lingering in my nose, which felt very comfortable.

"Huh... it's Huanghe Tower." The second-year-old boy then came back to his taste and picked up the cigarette box and glanced at it.

He is a wise man, and his eyes lit up when he saw the cigarette box. There are many varieties of Yellow Crane Tower, but he has never seen this style of Yellow Crane Tower before. There are only three lines of words on the orange cigarette box, and the upper line says: We can go as far as our thoughts are. There are three words in the middle of the word Yellow Crane Tower, and the bottom of the word China Dream is written.

This young man is a person who is used to smoking cigarettes. Although he doesn't know what the origin of this style of Huanghe Tower is, he is sure that this is definitely a good cigarette.

In delight, he put a cigarette in his pocket and patted Yang Feng on the shoulder: "Brother, this cigarette is good. Even if you are filial to me, please report my name to Brother Xiao Fei if you have any trouble in this Internet cafe in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to play a new game. However, as soon as he picked up the headset, his right hand was held by a big hand, and a faint voice rang in his ear: "Take out the cigarette box for me."

As soon as Brother Xiao Fei's hand was stopped by the other party, he felt that the hand holding his right hand was like an iron plier, holding him so hard that it hurt.

He has suffered such pain in this generation on weekdays. In pain, he shouted, "It hurts so much that I am. Why don't you let me go quickly? Do you know who I am?"

The boy shouted, immediately alarmed everyone around him. When the four or five teenagers who were also playing CS saw that their companions were caught, they all stood up and surrounded him without saying anything. Some people began to curse.

"Where did the turtle grandson come from? Why don't you let go of your hand quickly!"

"You want to die so much, even our little brother dares to mess with you."

Even more impatient, he rushed over and waved his fists and hit Yang Feng.

However, the combat effectiveness of this middle-aged boy was described as "War Wushu" and "Red" and raised them. Yang Feng didn't raise his head, and waved his right hand like a fly and slapped the two teenagers rushing over to the ground.

"My mother!"

A young man who was beaten to the ground fell to the ground. Looking at Yang Feng, who was still holding his companion's wrist, his eyes immediately turned red. He took out a shaky dagger from his waist and roared and rushed towards Yang Feng.

Generally, people with social experience understand one thing: they would rather provoke adult gangsters than provoke those teenagers who come out of society.

Although those gangsters who have been in society for many years are on the edge of the law all the time, they are very clear about what to do and what not to do. As long as they think the cost of doing is much greater than the gain, they will not waste such efforts. Even if they hit people, they are very clear about how to fight so that things will not happen.

But some people are different. These middle school teenagers who dropped out of school in their teens and went to society have control over themselves in their children, but they are already adults in terms of physical strength and destructive power.

This kind of person has a very strong hostility, no right or wrong at all, and he has serious actions. He thinks that he is awesome if he can fight. He will not tell anyone any reason, and he will not distinguish between hitting people. Once he is anxious, he will not care about anything.

As it is now, the young man who was beaten to the ground by Yang Feng and dyed with yellow hair jumped up and immediately took out a shaky dagger from his waist and stabbed it at Yang Feng. He had never considered the consequences of this knife stabbing someone.

Yang Feng is not a rookie. He experienced dozens of battles of all sizes in the Ming Dynasty, and he was naturally familiar with the fight of this cold weapon.

In general street fights, although some people are cut seven knives, the wound looks scary, but in fact they are not in danger of life. They will jump around again after raising them for a while. But stabbing is different. Once they are stabbed into the body by a sharp blade, then this person will die in 10 or 100 years.

Regardless of whether the gangster was intentional or not, seeing him pulling the knife without hesitation and stabbing someone had already angered Yang Feng. He let go of the hand that was originally grasping the young man, turned his body slightly, grabbed the yellow-haired wrist holding the dagger with his right hand, and exerted force.

Only a crisp "click" sound was heard, and the yellow-haired right wrist holding the knife immediately bent at a strange angle, and the dagger in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang, and then a shrill scream rang throughout the Internet cafe...

An hour later, a police branch in Nanjing

At this time, the originally peaceful police station became like a vegetable market tonight. The second-year junior teenagers in Internet cafes and parents who rushed to hear the news made the entire police station extremely noisy.

Looking at the crowd around, Yang Feng was really amused and crying. He didn't know what was going on during this period. He seemed to be particularly destined to be with the police station. He had already been in twice in less than a month.

Someone's wrist was twisted off in an Internet cafe, so naturally he could not disturb the police. With the call from a kind person, the police quickly arrived and brought all the people involved to the police station. Not long after, the parents of the second-year junior high school boys also arrived. The good guys, the originally peaceful police station, suddenly became lively.

Faced with such a lively scene, the two policemen on night shift recorded confessions and comforted the parents who were anxious and red-eyed. They were so busy that they could not bear it. They had to call their boss and drew several colleagues to help overnight.

However, what made them most upset was that the parents of the second-year junior high school boys were very excited at this time.

Because in the conflict just now, Yang Feng not only twisted the yellow-haired wrist holding the dagger, but also beat the other teenagers to a bruised nose, which looked particularly scary.
Chapter completed!