Chapter 230 Bloody Battle in Beicheng District Eight Dong Haonan
It was strange that Li Dazui could get up. One of his calves was almost crippled, and now his face was extremely pale. But he was really not convinced. He glared at Gao Zijian and said fiercely, "Grandson, this
I've made a note of it, aren't you from the attached middle school? We'll see, I'll find you sooner or later."
Gao Zijian laughed a few times. He stroked his hair helplessly and said, "Haha, damn, why are people saying this so popular now? Okay, I'll wait for you. We are all waiting for you, ah,
Remember what you said today, if you don’t come to the Affiliated Middle School to find me, you are not raised by your mother, but by me.”
When the last sentence was cursed, Gao Zijian kicked him in the face again. After this kick, Li Dazui stopped talking and directly covered his face with his hands.
Gao Zijian's kick hit his eye socket, and kicked his brow bone open again. Do you think this feeling is good? It would be strange if it didn't hurt to death. His calf was just broken, and now his brow bone is kicked open again.
Well, it’s not good for him to offend anyone but Gao Zijian. He deserves to be unlucky. If you didn’t show off, this wouldn’t have happened.
Gao Zijian turned around and said, "Let's go, find a hospital first and let Nan You have a look at his arm. Don't delay."
Er Mao said, "Well, I know, there is a private hospital not far ahead, just go there." As he spoke, Gao Zijian and the others walked out of the alley and went straight to the private hospital not far away.
Er Mao took Gao Zijian and the others to a nearby private hospital. It was said to be a hospital, but in fact it was just a relatively large private clinic, not a hospital at all.
At that time, there were no serious private hospitals. It was not until the late 2000s that Fuyang City had individual private hospitals, but they were all specialized and could not compare with those national tertiary hospitals.
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Five people walked into the clinic, Er Mao called out, and a middle-aged man came out of the back room. After briefly explaining the matter, he showed Nan You the knife wound on his arm. This doctor was no better than the beautiful doctor from the attached middle school.
This is a retired old doctor, but he treats patients very carefully and is very dedicated.
He pushed up his reading glasses with his hand and said, "It's okay, just five stitches will be enough. If it's a minor injury, you go to the back room to get stitches."
Nanyou nodded and said thank you, "Thank you, doctor." After saying that, he went into the back room to get stitches.
After Nanyou finished the stitches and received another tetanus shot, it was finally over.
After paying the money, the brothers walked out of the clinic and went back the same way. When passing by the small restaurant where they had just drank, not far in front of Gao Zijian and the others, there was a large group of people walking quickly towards them.
Come over here.
Ermao had the most treacherous eyes. He could see who these people were at the first sight. He growled, "Oh shit, it's bad, brothers. Is the grandson looking for someone?"
Gao Zijian followed his gaze and looked forward, wasn't it? He was also trembling in his heart. There were probably as many as sixteen or seventeen people in this group of women. One of the two people in front had yellow hair and a hand in his hand.
He was carrying a small machete and walked with a fierce look. It was obvious at a glance that he was going to chop someone.
The other one was one of the two people who were beaten away by Jiu Mengzhi and Zhou Liang just now. The other one who escaped should have sent Li Dazui and Chubby to the hospital.
This guy had an iron pipe in his hand, and the rest of the guys were all trying to mess with this guy, either with iron pipes or iron chains, and some with big wooden sticks. This formation was also relatively powerful, and it looked very good.
It's scary. Fortunately, there aren't many people on this street, otherwise these guys would have a lot of fun.
Jiu Mengzhi frowned and said, "Holy shit, Zijian, what are we going to do? Should we run? Or fight with them?"
Zhou Liang and Nan You didn't speak. They were both waiting for Gao Zijian's signal. Gao Zijian squinted his eyes and looked at the people in front of him and said, "What do you think? If he ran away, wouldn't he lose the face of our affiliated school?"
Damn it, no matter how many of them there are, they are useless. If a fight breaks out, no one can protect anyone."
Nan You nodded and said, "Zijian is right, we have no reason to be afraid of them. It's not like we haven't seen this before. I want to see what these grandsons are capable of."
He Yang still looked indifferent. He always participated in whatever decision was made by everyone, but his eyes became extra sharp, staring at the crowd in front of him.
When Er Mao heard what they all said, he originally planned to run away, but now it seems that he can't run away. He has no choice but to fight hard. After all, they are all buddies. If he wants to run away, then he will
Don't think about fooling around anymore, I don't have the face to meet you.
While several people were talking, the group of people arrived in front of Gao Zijian and the others. The leader, Huang Maozi, stood up and said, "Did you just beat my brother?"
This yellow guy is not very tall, about 1.7 meters tall, with a long face, a hooked nose, and Ekin Cheng's long hair, with a little yellow in the front. He looks nondescript and has a very punk feel. You can tell at a glance that he is a
Bastard, you don't look like a good person.
Gao Zijian also stood up and said, "Which one is the brother? We have fought too many people? I don't know who you are talking about?"
Before Huang Maozi could speak, the kid next to him who had just been beaten away spoke. He pointed at Gao Zijian and cursed, "Damn it, are you still pretending to be cool? You were the one who injured Big Mouth just now."
Yes, and you, Fat Cat was beaten by you."
His last words were directed at Nan You. This fat cat should be the nickname of the short fat guy just now. He got this name because other celebrities are called fat cats, and he is also called fat cats. What a joke, just because of his straightforward appearance.
Just call it a wild boar. What kind of fat cat is it? It's a waste of resources.
Nan You smiled evilly and said, "Damn it, why did I hit him? Are you dissatisfied? I tell you, if he shows off next time, I will still fucking hit him."
The yellow guy tilted his head and said, "Are you really fucking awesome? Do you know who I am? Do you even dare to hit someone from our fourth vocational high school? I think you are all fucking tired of living outside, right?"
Gao Zijian put his hands in his trouser pockets, holding as much as he wanted in his mouth. He said indifferently, "Fuck, if you want to fight, just do it. Stop using your mouth to fart. Let me tell you, I have been there since I was a kid."
I was just scared."
Gao Zijian's words made Huang Maozi so angry that he raised the hand holding the knife, pointed at Gao Zijian and cursed, "F*ck, who are you talking to? Do you know who I am? My name is Dong Haonan, you
Why don’t you come here and ask around? Who doesn’t know me, Haonan?”
Who is this Dong Haonan? He is also a first-year student of the Fourth Vocational High School, but he is not an ordinary high school student. He is the boss of the first and second years of high school, and the boss of the entire Fourth Vocational High School. There are no seniors in the Fourth Vocational High School. After reaching the third year of high school,
They are going to intern, which means they don’t have to go to school anymore. The school will arrange some jobs corresponding to their majors for them to do. There is only one class that is not required to go to intern for entering higher education.
The Fourth Vocational High School is a multi-professional school, including beauty salons, chefs, car repairs, kindergarten teachers, tour guides, computers, and clothing design. There are more than 30 classes in the entire first year of high school, which is not comparable to the attached high school.