While Mouse thought this, he walked out of Yiran Street and received his first beating from the Three Wolf Association.
The establishment of the Three Wolf Association should be natural. At that time, the reputation of X County, Zhou Ming, Jin Ren, and Jin Yi was at its peak, and every young man worshiped them. Especially those who had suffered from the four great Vajras.
Those who bullied them even spread stories about the three of them, whether real or fictitious, from word to mouth.
The evil reputation spread thousands of miles. There is no doubt that the three of them have become the bosses of the new generation among the teenagers in County
At the beginning, the teenagers still knew which three wolves were among the "Three Wolves" of the Three Wolf Society. However, as time passed and the legends of Zhou Ming and others gradually faded out of people's minds, Azheng became the Three Wolves.
He will be worthy of his name as the boss.
The young people only know Azheng, but they don’t know Zhou Ming. Azheng’s era has finally come.[
Ah Zheng crazily retaliated. The humiliation the Four Diamonds had inflicted on him would never be forgotten for the rest of his life, so he repaid it even harder.
In particular, the rats that carry wood in the forest farm are constantly harassed by the Three Wolves. The rats, who were once members of the Four King Kongs, are well versed in the ways of this and know that it is okay for them to endure it silently, but once they fight back, they will only be punished.
to a more severe beating. So even though the rat's body had transformed into a body full of muscles from carrying wood day and night, it still endured it silently.
He was waiting. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but he was always waiting.
When Ma Liang stood beside him and asked him to stand up, the mouse's eyes finally became moist.
It turns out that what he was waiting for was hope. And hope, only Ma Liang could bring him.
So in this fight, the mouse was allowed to win, not lose! He tried his best with every punch and kick. He didn't want to spend his whole life in this dark forest farm, and he didn't want to smell the smell of dead wood on his shoulders his whole life.
Taste, I don’t want to spend my whole life being punched and kicked by others!
Half an hour later, the fierce battle finally ended.
The mouse was covered in blood, whether it was his own blood or the blood of the other party. But he was still standing precariously, while the four teenagers from the Three Wolves Club had fallen down.