"No, no brother Gang, if you have something to say, there is something to say. We are all alumni, right..."
Chen Weidong quickly apologized and tried to please him, but he hated Jiang Xiaofan in his heart. If this guy listened to his step on the accelerator, would he be arrested as a turtle in the urn?
"Say? What to say!"
Wang Gang opened his mouth and said it was the quintessence of the Chinese nation. He stared at his head and said: "You robbed my wife and opened it for me. You want me to talk to you? Are you giving me a cuckold? I have to thank you for eight generations."
Ancestor? Huh?”
"Talent."
When Jiang Xiaofan, who was sitting in the car, heard this, he couldn't help but give Chen Weidong a thumbs up.
Chen Weidong is not very old, he looks about 18 or 19 years old. He is elegant, fair and handsome, and tall. He looks like the "long-legged oppa" in the mouth of beautiful girls. In layman's terms, he has a small and fleshy face.
He has a pretty face, which is very popular with women.
But Jiang Xiaofan really didn't expect that this guy would give someone a cuckold and beat someone else up. He looked like a contemporary Ximen Qing, and he just had to give Dalang the medicine himself.
Real damage.
"Hey, don't, don't do it, don't do it."
Chen Weidong hurriedly shouted to stop, "Brother Gang, Brother Gang, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I will never dare to do it again..."
"Fuck you."
Wang Gang slapped Chen Weidong on the forehead, pointed at his bandaged head, and gritted his teeth, "Now you know you were wrong? What did you do earlier?"
"Boy, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
Wang Gang snorted coldly: "Either I'll take off your arm today, or I'll kneel down at the school gate and apologize to me."
"Brother Gang, let's discuss it some more. How about I treat everyone to a drink?"
Chen Weidong's face became a little ugly. It hurt too much to remove an arm. He knelt down and apologized in public. He lost face. How can he behave in the future? He is only a sophomore this year.
"Beat me to death!"
Wang Gang obviously lost his patience, and with a wave of his hand, seven or eight people rushed forward, right at the school gate, and started moving their hands unscrupulously.
"Ah, I was wrong... wrong..."
Chen Weidong covered his head to resist, begging for mercy again and again.
"Beat me, beat me to death, and I'll tell you who's dead!"
Chen Weidong's begging for mercy made Wang Gang even more excited. In the end, he even held the baseball bat himself, preparing to give Chen Weidong a "crit hit". Wang Gang was the president of the school's student union, a master of the seventh level of Taekwondo, a well-off family, and had priority in choosing a spouse. Little did he know that he was being
Not only did a sophomore trash boy wear a cuckold, but he was also sneak-attacked by Chen Weidong.
Shame can only be washed away with the blood of Chen Weidong.
"You bitch, go to hell, you..."
Wang Gang rounded his arm and hit Chen Weidong on the head.
"Um?"
However, Wang Gang soon discovered something was wrong, and his baseball bat was actually grabbed by someone.
"Boy, why don't you stay cool for a while? Otherwise, I won't mind smashing your broken BMW into scrap metal." Wang Gang turned around and glared at the BMW owner Jiang Xiaofan.
For ordinary people, BMW is indeed a good car, even a luxury car. But in Wang Gang's eyes, BMW is just a three-series car, no different from junk. After all, Wang Gang's family is in business, and his uncle is a smoker.
A well-known figure in Haishi.
Otherwise, why would Wang Gang become the president of the student union? Why would he dare to fight at the school gate and beat people to death? How could he have so many followers without a background of money and power?
"Snapped!"
Jiang Xiaofan did not speak, because he preferred to use rough and arrogant methods to solve problems. He slapped Wang Gang in the face with a crisp sound that shocked everyone.
When Wang Gang was beaten, he stared at Jiang Xiaofan with a confused expression.
"Have you been beaten up again? Or was it beaten up by a person driving a Porsche III?" Wang Gang was stunned for ten seconds before he came back to his senses.
"Come together and fight to death!"
Wang Gang almost shouted.
However, Jiang Xiaofan moved faster and struck harder. His iron fist hit Wang Gang's nose, and blood spurted out in an instant. He faced the baseball bats coming from all directions, twisted his body like a loach, and struck out with fists as big as sandbags.
Maybe, Wang Gang and others can bully ordinary people who have no strength, but in Jiang Xiaofan's eyes, Taekwondo is nothing, and we, Chinese Kung Fu, are the ancestors of it.
The movements are slow, the strength is small, and they are not on the same level at all.
In less than a minute, Wang Gang and others were lying on the ground in a mess, groaning in pain and screaming.
"Let me go, is this so powerful?"
Chen Weidong looked at Jiang Xiaofan with admiration, his eyes widened, and he did not dare to despise Jiang Xiaofan anymore.
"Still not leaving? Are you planning to walk to your cousin's company by yourself?"
Jiang Xiaofan clapped his hands and, in accordance with international practice, lit a cigarette to look cool after finishing his performance.
"Let's go, let's go. Don't wait for them to sway you." After coming back to his senses, Chen Weidong jumped directly to the passenger seat and looked at Jiang Xiaofan with eyes full of admiration.
"Well, brother, I still don't know your last name?"
Chen Weidong laughed apologetically, and seeing that Jiang Xiaofan was addicted to smoking, he took out the Huazi from his pocket and offered it to him with both hands.
"Jiang Xiaofan."
Jiang Xiaofan waved his hand and did not answer it. He had never been too cold towards Huazi. He was too smooth and could not feel the strong impact of smoke on his throat and lungs. Is it still called smoking?
"Brother Fan, I didn't recognize Taishan before. I didn't even recognize you as a great god even though I was wearing glasses. I'm sorry, sorry, but please don't be as knowledgeable as me."
Chen Weidong imitated the behavior of Jianghu people and repeatedly gave Jiang Xiaofan his hand.
"Haha, that's quite interesting."
Jiang Xiaofan was happy when he heard this, it was so flattering.
"No, mainly because I admire you."
Chen Weidong's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he did not care about the blood on his face that had not yet dried. He smoked a cigarette and said: "Brother Fan, your hands were very powerful just now, teach me."
"teach you?"
Jiang Xiaofan shook his head subconsciously. He was learning killing skills, not Taekwondo's performance skills. If he was not careful, he would be killed.
"Teaching you kung fu, and then you don't learn it well, and then you go and cuckold others?"
Jiang Xiaofan rolled his eyes, but he still admired Chen Weidong for doing something he had not dared to do for a long time. It was so exciting.
"Ahem."
Chen Weidong coughed repeatedly and said with a little embarrassment: "Brother Fan, you can't say that. Everyone has the right to pursue what they like. What you and I want, why do we have to steal it with chickens and dogs, right?"
"Talking back?"
Jiang Xiaofan somewhat admired Chen Weidong's shamelessness. He was clearly wrong and yet full of crooked reasoning.
"Then let me ask you, why did you still open the gourd?"
"You can't blame me anymore."
Chen Weidong explained: "Wang Gang and seven or eight people blocked me in the dormitory, forced me to kneel down and kowtow, and got through his crotch. Who among you gentlemen can bear this kind of humiliation? So, I pretended to kneel down and beg for mercy.
, picked up the guy and opened it for him, and then ran away during the chaos. Who knew he would be bandaged so quickly."
"That boy was really unjust. The cuckold turned into a red hat."
Jiang Xiaofan shook his head and began to feel sorry for Wang Gang, "Then what are you going to do in the future? You can't stop studying, right? Wang Gang doesn't look like an ordinary person."