The seven clans of Landu, the right division of Zhongjing.
The most mysterious vice-president of the Kendo Club, You Shiwan, who is also known as Narcissus!
When she was walking lightly on the stone road, a lightning-like figure rushed towards her from the opposite side.
The steps taken by this proud woman were light and then she stepped down with a normal expression.
A fierce whirlwind blew past me.
The matcha-colored watery dress was lifted back, highlighting her almost perfect figure. The long, smooth light chestnut hair also flew back suddenly, revealing her slender and white neck.
However, the most impressive thing is the pair of eyes that are as graceful as autumn water, with the usual tranquility and softness in their warmth, like a quiet valley, without waves or waves.
Even though the violent figure rushed towards him without slowing down.
You Shiwan's figure didn't tremble at all, and there was no hesitation in her route. However, she still stopped and stepped aside politely.
Mu Fan, an honorary member of the Kendo Club, and the vice president of the Kendo Club met in such a wonderful way, but they did not know each other.
"Thanks."
When the voice was still in his ears, the violent figure had already rushed out 20 meters away. This was Mu Fan's thanks to the person who gave way. He did not pay attention to the appearance of this person. He only knew that it was a girl, because
A soft voice echoed in his ears.
"You're welcome."
Calm and calm, like rain moistening all things.
A strong girl!
This is the impression left on me by the unnoticed figure behind me.
And You Shiwan looked at the figure running like a wolf,
Who is this person?
The moment they crossed paths, those bright black eyes were revealed, and the indifferent look in them left a deep impression on her.
There were also a few staggering sounds of stomping.
Such a heavy pace and such a strong burst.
Unfamiliar faces.
Is there another strong person in the academy?
You Shiwan stood for a moment and continued walking towards the kendo club, but she didn't know how many boys' thoughts she had just taken away from her just by her peaceful and independent figure.
This episode did not affect Mu Fan in the slightest, and his violent running even attracted the attention of some instructors.
Because...his speed is so fast!
All the obstacles in front of him were overcome by Mu Fan with almost terrifying physical strength. Except for some towering buildings that were avoided in the route Hei planned for him, he ignored everything else.
So Mu Fan looked like a running cheetah in the frightened and incomprehensible eyes of these people, moving forward, forward!
Mu Fan ignored these people, but looked ahead, feeling the airflow passing quickly on both sides, and finally said: "Can you find the surveillance information?"
"We found out that the fat man and a female companion entered first, and then five people appeared. They were about 20 years old. The fat man was stepped on the ground. This is the data from five minutes ago. Now the monitor has been artificially turned off."
Female companion?
How can a fat man have a female companion?
Mu Fan immediately thought of the key content of this, and the monitoring was actually turned off artificially. If this happened, it would definitely not be too simple, and it was very likely that the other party had planned it.
Human nature is inherently evil. Mu Fan, who grew up cautiously, always thinks from the worst perspective.
A gust of wind passed by, and Mu Fan rushed out of the academy without stopping, turning into a blue-gray lightning, running crazily on the street. Some of the slower hovercars saw a shadow flashing around them, and then they were shocked.
I discovered that it was actually a living person running!
Harry, hold on.
The young man thought silently in his heart.
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In District F, a street known as a paradise for literature and romance, at the corner of the street is a cafe wrapped in flowers and countless pots of succulent green plants.
[Lamp Coffee], the owner collected various lamps from many planets, a combination of ancient and modern lamps hung on the walls and roofs, matched with wooden floors, tables and chairs, and various exquisitely crafted snacks. This intoxicating literary and artistic atmosphere makes
Many young girls choose to enjoy a cup of rich and mellow coffee here in the afternoon or evening.
He doesn't follow the big-name route, but he is endlessly fashionable.
As the leading cafe in the petty bourgeoisie paradise street, the atmosphere here was completely ruined at noon today.
All the guests upstairs and downstairs were scared away.
A man in sunglasses wearing a suit and holding a baseball bat was standing at the checkout counter. One end of the baseball bat was resting on the bar. Two shivering girls inside did not dare to move at all.
Because just now, they saw this man crush a thick solid wood platform in the store with his kick.
The little fat man was slapped to the ground by a young man with a flat head who seemed to be the leader among them, and then he was stamped on his face, unable to move.
The panicked female companion next to her was so frightened that she ducked under another table and was also pulled out. However, her end was much better than that of the fat man. At least she was just hiding in the corner, squatting and shaking, which was far less miserable than that of the fat man.
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This group of people had no scruples about someone calling the police, because after the store clerk called the police, they found that they only said they knew about it and there was no further action.
It has been more than ten minutes now and no one from the police station has arrived.
Among the five people, the man in sunglasses holding a baseball bat walked to the bar and placed a card directly on it.
"This is compensation. Take it and don't do anything else that could easily cause misunderstanding. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety, beauties, haha." The wooden stick in the hand of the man in sunglasses tapped the bar table unhurriedly.
The two female shop assistants didn't dare to make any move, so they could only hide in the corner and watch everything happening in the store.
In so many years, this is the first time that [Dengzhan Coffee] encounters a scene that can only be seen in a bar.
A group of petty bourgeoisie are completely deceived.
Ten minutes ago.
When the fat man saw these five people walking directly towards them, he knew something was wrong and quickly dragged the innocent little girl he had just known for two days and ran upstairs.
Tianxun called Mu Fan three times in a row but failed to get through. He only had time to talk to William before he was dragged to the first floor by the people who were chasing him.
The young man with a flat head named as the leader first punched the fat man and knocked him to the ground, then kicked him again and again.
It wasn't until he kicked the fat man in a suit until he vomited blood that he squatted down with a grin and looked at Harry, who was unable to move.
"Little fat man, you are very courageous. He dares to date the woman of our boss."
Harry's eyes were swollen with only a slit left. He looked at the girl over there who was holding her head and shaking, and spit out a mouthful of blood, "You care about me?"
"grass!"
With a single kick, the fat man was kicked five meters away, causing the girl next to him to scream again.
The boy with a flat head walked over and stepped on Harry's fleshy face on the floor, making a squeaking sound.
"Little fat man, how should we deal with this matter? Do you think we have suffered such a big loss, how much compensation is appropriate for you?"
The half-smiling face was full of sadistic pleasure.
The fat man spat out a mouthful of blood and stopped talking. These people came up and attacked so harshly without even asking. He would never spit out a word easily.
"Little fat man, don't pretend to be dead, talk to me."
The fat man's body twitched without making a sound as he was kicked hard on the waist and abdomen.
Another kick, but no sound was made.
"Brother Xin, what should I do?" A man wearing a hip-hop style jacket looked at the boy with a flat head and asked.
Perhaps the man named Brother Xin was afraid that he would accidentally kick the fat man to death, so he put his foot back and said calmly: "Hit me slowly and let him talk, whether it's to ask for compensation or to call someone."
"
"Yes, Brother Xin!"
After a series of violent punches, a muffled groan sounded from the fat man's chest. (To be continued.)