The next evening, Lu Xiaobei and the others arrived as promised. As soon as they entered the school gate, the scene in front of them was much more spectacular than they imagined. The walls of the No. 2 Middle School teaching building were painted beyond recognition, and there were several figures on the roof.
The sign, originally it said "Ten years to cultivate trees, hundred years to educate people", but the previous writing has been covered up with white paint, and it says in cinnabar red "Those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish"
A few big characters.
The playground is also in a mess, with garbage piles and used desks everywhere. It would be more appropriate to describe this place as a waste recycling station.
Mao Zi stood in the middle of the playground, which was the cleanest and smoothest place in the entire playground. Behind him were seventy or eighty people, each holding a pickaxe handle in their hands, all with fierce looks. At first glance, they didn't look like students. They were all dressed up.
Worse than a gangster.
Maozi is the king of hooligans. He stands at the front of many hooligans and touches his head and face with his hands from time to time. But on his whole head, the strand of red hair on the back of his head is the most obvious, and it looks even brighter under the setting sun.
It is even more conspicuous, with a blood-like red color, just like the blood spurting out from the back of the head, but the back of the head will not spurt out blood, only brain matter!
Lu Xiaobei and the other five stood in a row, with the distance between each of them less than half a meter. Lu Xiaobei stood in the middle, the closest to him were Zhao Penghui and Yang Shuai, and the two outermost people were brothers Gu Qiang and Gu Lei.
. None of the five of them held a handful in their hands and saw it shining brightly in the sunset.
Although Lu Xiaobei and the others are far behind Mao Zi's group in terms of strength, their momentum is not inferior to theirs. Everyone has a belief in victory on their faces, as if the seventy or eighty people in front of them are a pile of wood.
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"Lu Xiaobei, is this your strength?" Mao Zi looked at the five people at the school gate with disdain in his eyes, including brothers No. 780 behind him, who also looked at Lu Xiaobei and the others with disdain.
"Strength has nothing to do with the number of manpower. The purpose of my coming is to tell you that I want this No. 2 Middle School!"
"Little kid, don't think that you are the only one in Lingbei after carrying a No. 3 Middle School. Things in the world are not as simple as yours. Let's follow the rules today. If anyone loses, he will get out of Lingbei.
Leave the situation in your hands to whichever side wins, it’s up to you.”
"Exactly what I want!" After saying that, Lu Xiaobei shouted: "Fuck me!"
The other four people followed behind Lu Xiaobei. The five of them rushed forward like wild horses, holding their machetes high and shouting loudly. The murderous look in everyone's eyes told the people on the opposite side that today it was necessary to capture No. 2 Middle School.
!
Mao Zi raised his hand, and all the younger brothers behind him also rushed forward. In an instant, the huge playground became a mess. The sounds of shouting and wailing intersected, and the harsh sound of clashing with the wooden sticks became like this.
The main theme of the time.
Gu Qiang and Gu Lei are twins who have always stood together, with their backs facing each other, holding machetes to deal with the enemies around them. Their fighting power is no longer inferior to Lu Xiaobei's, but they do not have Lu Xiaobei's ability to defeat the enemy with one blow.
, but they work together so seamlessly that the enemy's pickaxes have no chance of invading. But they must not be separated. Once separated, it will be like a person losing an arm or a leg.
Yang Shuai has the ability to fight one against ten. His ferocity is unmatched by anyone. Every slash he cuts is aimed at the enemy's most lethal vitals. He does not consider the consequences, the only thing he considers is
Let the enemy in front of you die in front of you as quickly as possible. Maybe Yang Shuai is just an inconspicuous person in normal times, but in a fierce battle, his personal abilities will be fully displayed, a kind of unwillingness to admit defeat and not afraid
The spirit of death frightened everyone around him. In the ten minutes since he fought, he had cut off the arms of three people. Yang Shuai, who was covered in blood, turned into a murderous demon at this moment. It seemed that he only needed to
As soon as he saw blood, his whole body's desire to fight was instantly aroused.
Everyone agrees that Zhao Penghui is not a coward. Not only does this kid act like a reckless Zhang Fei in normal times, his fiery temper is even more vivid when fighting. He has a special characteristic in fighting: he likes to curse. As long as he
When you fight someone with your hands, you have to keep swearing, scolding the other person's eighteen generations of ancestors, scolding his mother and so on, and then guiding him from his son to his great-grandson.
Again, maybe the person who was beaten was not beaten badly, but after being scolded like this, he must be scolded into something different.
Not to mention Lu Xiaobei, after this kid just knocked down a person, he took his pickaxe handle and started playing around in the crowd with the pickaxe handle in one hand and a machete in the other. Dozens of people did not dare to come close.
His body. Others didn't dare to come looking for him, so he hurriedly chased them. This kid was red-eyed and didn't care about the consequences. Anyway, he had killed two people, and it was the same with a few more. Lu
Wherever Xiaobei went, there was blood everywhere, and his footprints even turned red, but he did not leave a drop of blood himself, it was all the blood of the enemies he had beaten!
Mao Zi didn't move for a long time, standing at the back of the crowd. He thought that he, a small group of eighty people, could defeat Lu Xiaobei and the others within three minutes. The result was unexpected.
No one from Xiaobei or the others fell down, but it had already been twenty minutes, and half of their own people had already fallen down, and several of them had broken arms and legs!
Mao Zi was a little panicked. He had never met such an awesome opponent in his life. When Mao Zi was thinking about what he should do, Lu Xiaobei had already killed him in front of him. Mao Zi was surprised. Just when he was surprised
, Lu Xiaobei hit Maozi with a pickaxe and flew two or three meters away. Maozi Gulu fell to the ground. Just as he got up, Lu Xiaobei kicked Maozi again. Maozi crawled several times from the ground.
He never got up every time, and just when he was about to get up, Lu Xiaobei would knock him down again.
Lu Xiaobei held a machete, pointed it at Mao Zi's head, and said, "Do you still want to hit me?"
Mao Zi shook his head, with a hint of helplessness on his face. Just when Lu Xiaobei was about to declare victory, Mao Zi suddenly took out a dagger from his pocket and thrust it in front of Lu Xiaobei. Lu Xiaobei retreated several times.
He stretched out his hand to block it, but was still hit by Mao Zi's dagger on his arm. For ordinary people, they must have lost their fighting ability due to the pain, but Lu Xiaobei Fei did not lose his fighting ability, but became even stronger.
He grabbed Maozi's red hair, pulled it back, and then kicked Maozi to the ground again. Lu Xiaobei pounced forward, sat on Maozi, and punched Maozi in the face with his fists
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At this moment, Kang Miaomiao drove a Cherokee to the No. 2 Middle School. Behind the Cherokee were three or two Songhuajiang vans. As soon as the car stopped, more than twenty strong men in black rushed out of the Songhuajiang van. These people were all
Lu Xiaobei and the other bodyguards from Zhentian Nightclub each held electric batons in their hands. As soon as they arrived, the gang of idiots from No. 2 Middle School were frightened and they ran away, but where could they run?
Twenty minutes ago, the gangsters of the No. 2 Middle School who were still aggressive were now like ants on a hot pot. They were chased around the playground by twenty strong men in black. Mao Zi, who was so awesome and coaxing just now, was now being chased.
Lu Xiaobei was beaten beyond recognition.
"I told you to be awesome! Tell me, are you a stinking idiot!" Lu Xiaobei shook his fist and cursed angrily, but he didn't know that the idiot had been beaten to the point of dying, and he had no ability to reply.
When Xiaobei saw that the boy didn't reply, he punched Maozi on the left eye. With a pop, the eyeball exploded from Lu Xiaobei's blow. Blood flowed out from his eye.
At this time, Zhao Penghui also felt it, and together with Yang Shuai and others, he pulled Lu Xiaobei away.
"Okay, Brother Bei, calm down. If I hit you again, I'll kill him!" Yang Shuai said.
At this time, Kang Miaomiao also ran over and said, "Okay, don't stay here. Let's evacuate quickly. The police will be here soon."
Lu Xiaobei's eyes turned red and what kind of police were there? This kid continued, but Yang Shuai and the others got on board with the Cherokee.
After the car started, Zhao Penghui discovered that Lu Xiaobei still had a knife stuck in his arm.
"Brother Bei, don't move. I'll pull the knife out for you."
"Pull it out, mother! I would have pulled it out long ago if I could. It is a three-edged knife. The wound is difficult to sew, and it will bleed a lot once it is pulled out. If I die from excessive blood loss, you can clean it up for me." Lu
Xiaobei shouted.
Kang Miaomiao drove through the urban area of Lingbei Town and drove directly to Guangyang City.
"Kang Miaomiao, where are you going? Go to the hospital quickly, Brother Bei's arm needs to be treated in time." Zhao Penghui shouted.
"I just wanted to go to the hospital. I was worried about being in a small hospital like Lingbei Town, and I might be found by the police, so I went to Guangyang City. We have our own dedicated doctor at Cross K who is very experienced in this kind of trauma.
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After an hour, they arrived in Guangyang City. Kang Miaomiao parked the car at Guangyang Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. It was already nightfall.
"That's it. Put a coat on Xiaobei and follow me upstairs. The vice-dean here is an old friend of my father. Whenever brothers in the gang are injured, they always come to him and he is a trustworthy person.
Kang Miaomiao said, got out of the car and walked into the building.
Lu Xiaobei and the others also followed them in. Several people wanted to help Lu Xiaobei, but Lu Xiaobei said, "What are you doing? I'm not going to die. I don't think so."
The corridor of the hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant. People who passed by Lu Xiaobei and the others looked at them with strange eyes. Lu Xiaobei's arm was still bleeding, dripping as he walked. But don't say goodbye.
He said that among the five of them, only Lu Xiaobei was injured, while the others only had a few bruises on their bodies and were unscathed.
When they arrived at the deputy dean's office, Kang Miaomiao asked several others to wait outside, and then brought Lu Xiaobei into the room...