Ma Liang has been missing all day long, and he has a powerful father to protect him; Shunzi went to No. 1 Middle School, but there was no trace at all; so Yi Xun's gangsters and rats became targets for many bored teenagers to vent their anger.
The target of the crime would be picked out and beaten up every now and then, and all the valuables on their body would be stripped off.
When it comes to being beaten, Mouse is very familiar with it. He didn't say a word, and looked like he was at the mercy of others, just waiting for the four teenagers to punch and kick him. If you were lucky, the beating lasted for more than ten minutes.
They will naturally get bored and go home on their own.
The mouse breathed a sigh of relief and became calmer in his heart.
The crumpled box of cigarettes had been snatched away, and the teenagers searched the mouse one after another, but found nothing. Sure enough, one of the teenagers could no longer hold back and kicked the mouse on the butt.
So the mouse was like a rubber ball, being kicked around by the four teenagers, and in the process they were asked to call him "Dad" and other words. The mouse used to do this often, but instead of being the one who beat people, it became the one who was beaten; an insult.
What is human has become insulted.[
The mouse counted silently in his heart: twenty-seven...twenty-eight...
This is the number of times they kicked the mouse. The mouse doesn’t know why he wants to count. Is he still thinking about revenge? That is too far away, maybe he is just counting out of boredom...
The teenagers' feet were not very strong, and the mouse was not that vulnerable, so after dozens of kicks, the mouse still stood with its head held high. The teenagers were indeed a little tired, so they decided to play something new.
"Hey, mouse, get down!" a boy shouted.
"What?" The mouse raised his blank eyes.
"I told you to get down, didn't you hear?!" The young man was so angry that he came over and slapped him in the face.
The mouse lay down obediently. The boy shouted again: "Belly up!" The mouse turned over again.
The boy put his two feet on the mouse's belly, stepped hard twice, and said cheerfully: "Trampoline, human trampoline!"
The mouse felt that his internal organs were torn apart, and he almost vomited out the last night's meal. He moved his body involuntarily, and the boy missed his footing, slipped, and cursed angrily: "You want to die, don't you?"