At three-thirty in the afternoon, at Lyndon College, William Jacques rushed into the activity room where the school's hip-hop club was located like a strong wind. People here looked at him with surprised looks, and some looked angry, but he didn't care.
rushed to the center of the crowd
, his face turned red and he grabbed Hancock's collar, roaring like a beast: "Hancock! You piece of shit, maggots in the toilet, what did you do to Andre? Bastard, you don't like me.
, just come to me, why should you come to him?"
Hancock looked confused, but his reaction was not slow at all.
With a muffled sound of "bang", William's chest and abdomen felt like being hit by a hammer, and his whole body bent up like a shrimp, with a look of pain on his face.
"You are so brave, you actually dare to come here."
Hancock slapped William hard on the face again: "Did you find the Huaqing Gang? Do you think I will be afraid of these yellow-skinned monkeys from the East? AH?"
His strength was so great that William Jacques fell to the ground directly, with blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. But he still cursed: "Hey! Shit, you fight, you continue to fight, as long as you can release Andre, OK
?He just hit you with his training sword. You trash, if you want revenge, just let someone beat him up. What on earth do you want to do?"
"Andre?"
There was a hint of confusion in Hancock's eyes. He looked at the people around him with questioning eyes. However, he saw that these subordinates all spread their hands and shrugged, expressing their confusion and bewilderment.
"This should have nothing to do with me, forget it! This has nothing to do with you. William, I originally planned to look for you in the past two days, but since you took the initiative to look for me, it's just right to solve it here. Let's do it, everyone, keep him
Beat him until he can only carry him out. Leah, you go find him
Give me a car and say hello to the campus police. We're going to take him back to our base later. Don't you think it would be fun to have this guy as the bar wall decoration for today? Of course, of course, you can ask
Old York promises that no one will be killed."
William had been hit hard on the waist by a crowbar swung from the side, which caused him so much pain that he could only lie on the ground.
Hancock stepped on his face and showed contempt: "You must be surprised, right? How dare your buddy Hancock go so far? Then let the compassionate Hancock tell you, starting from yesterday
First of all, the Hell Skeletons are finished! You know they are finished? They are actually stupid enough to dare to take advantage of that artifact, the Black King of the Hell Skeletons.
He made those big shots angry. So starting from today, most of the southern city will be our territory of Blood Fang. Do you understand, little bastard? No one can save you now. Someone told me that you are secretly giving birth to
Did those people like Di Jerun keep accounts? You are very smart, and you even taught yourself accounting and HA? But what did you say to me back then?"
William's expression changed slightly, but then he spit out blood and said inarticulately: "I just don't want to touch drugs, they never sell them in school. Okay, you bastard, listen to me, you
You can touch me however you want, don't mess with Andre, you know? He's a Wildenstein! If he does anything wrong, you're totally finished, Hancock!"
"Wiltonstein? You mean that guy?"
Hancock chuckled indifferently: "Will someone from Wildenstein study in this kind of school? Are you kidding me, William? Or do you think I'm a stupid donkey?"
He kicked William hard on the head. This was a hint. Several teenagers around him all swung crowbars and baseball bats with indifferent expressions, and violently hit William on the body.
However, the beating did not last long, and someone hurriedly walked in from the door: "Hancock, there are people outside, and it's for him."
Hancock not only showed a hint of anger, but in the next moment, his anger was completely wiped out as if he had encountered ice water poured from the head.
"That's one of Louise Lyndon's bodyguards. He wants William Jacques by name, and as soon as possible."
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"The person has been rescued? How are his injuries?"
Outside the gate of Linden College, next to a Rolls-Royce Ghost, Louise Linden was sitting in the car, asking a burly middle-aged man wearing a black suit outside the window.
"It's pretty good, at least the bones are not broken. With normal medical treatment, it will take two to three months to fully recover. Miss, do you need to give him a complete cure?"
"It's not necessary. You can spend some money to find an intermediate healer. Just make sure he can be on stage at tomorrow's fighting event."
The blond girl in the car shook her head slightly: "The remaining injuries will be kept for him. Let's take it as a lesson. He can obviously keep clean."
After she said this, she rolled up the car window, then rubbed her eyebrows with a headache, and looked distressed.
At this time, beside Louise, a beautiful black-haired girl couldn't help shaking her head: "Louis, you can't do this. If you continue like this, you will be full of wrinkles at a young age. Unless you
To be able to become a legend before the age of thirty."
"I don't want this either."
Louise gave a wry smile: "I originally thought it was just a school club. Isn't it easy to catch it? But it turned out that none of the members in this club were worried, and various situations happened one after another. I finally understand now that grandpa manages such a big business.
It’s really not easy for a company. It’s so difficult for a school fighting club, let alone a company with thousands of employees?”
Having said this, she held the black-haired girl's hand apologetically: "I'm sorry, Angela. I invited you here and transferred to Linden College, but in the end, you didn't even qualify for the spring team competition.
Less than."
The girl named Angela couldn't help but blinked: "Why do you say that? Aren't there still five people in our club who have entered the second round? And this William Jacques, didn't you say he has great potential? You are sure that he will be in the second round.
Let him enter level five within a month. If this is the case, then there is still hope for this guy to make it out of the loser group,"
"There is hope, but the chance is only about 3%. I hope he doesn't encounter too strong an opponent before the third round of the loser's bracket."
Louise sighed: "Among the five people who qualified, the others are expected to enter the third round, but only Andre Lee Wildenstein, the guy who was injured by Lena. In fact, before
It was because of the opponent's armor failure that he was lucky enough to enter the second round, which is considered a win or a loss."
After hearing this, the black-haired girl not only smiled coquettishly, but also scratched her face with her fingers uneasily: "Andre, is this guy okay? He hasn't come to school for several days in a row. I'm a little worried."
"There is a high probability that it will be fine. As far as I know, Hancock did not do anything to him."
Louise shook her head: "Our people only found out that he left his residence on Tuesday. He should have gone out for a purpose. Don't take it too seriously. I think even if something happens to him, it has nothing to do with you, Angela."
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Angela thought to herself, how could she not care? But she knew that she couldn't actually do anything now. After all, this was Atlanta, not Manhattan.
"I hope he can return safely, but why are you so dismissive of this Andre? I remember that he should be a third-level magic swordsman? There is still hope that he can make it to the third round."
"There is no hope, he will be eliminated in the second round."
Louise's tone was decisive: "His next opponent is Bill Hardway, the mad bear. He is a level five berserker and is proficient in ax skills."