"Who is this?"
Huang Mao came over, holding a piece of grass in his mouth and spitting it out. The two followers behind him also stepped forward step by step.
Song Nanye sneered.
"Stop talking nonsense, you three come together!"
"ah?!"
Jiang Beize was stunned. What's going on? He can't do three things by himself.
The next second, before he could recover, Song Nanye grabbed his back and pushed him forward hard.
The three gangsters rushed toward Jiang Beize. Jiang Beize subconsciously squatted down and hugged his head.
"You're such a coward!"
Song Nanye carried the guitar on his back, raised his leg and kicked one of the gangsters violently, knocking him to the ground. The latter held his stomach and cried out in pain.
The remaining two gangsters came together and aimed their punches at Song Nanye's face. Song Nanye dodged and quickly grabbed Jiang Beize's collar and lifted him up from the ground.
"Where are your fists, and where are the moves I taught you? Are you still yelling about protecting others all day long like this?!"
"Oh oh oh oh!"
Jiang Beize reacted, took a deep breath, and punched a gangster directly in the stomach.
The bastard was a short, fat man, weighing more than 200 pounds. Jiang Beize punched him, but his fist bounced back from the fat on his belly.
"Hey, little brother, you're not strong enough yet!" The fat man giggled.
"Fool!"
While Song Nanye was dealing with Huang Mao, he grabbed Jiang Beize's hand and punched it with their fists.
"Ouch—"
The fat man fell to the ground after being hit hard by both fists, holding his stomach and calling for mother like the gangster before.
"Song Nanye, boy, don't be crazy!"
Huang Mao picked up a wooden stick from the side and struck it at Song Nanye.
However, his movements were too slow and his moves were cumbersome. Before he could meet Song Nanye, Song Nanye launched a roundhouse kick without saying a word. The opponent's fate was immediately the same as the previous two bastards.
“…”
Jiang Beize looked at the boy next to him with complete admiration.
Look at the thin beads of sweat on his forehead.
Looking at his resolute side face shrouded in an unreal halo.
So handsome! !
Song Nanye rubbed his fists, walked over casually, squatted in front of Huang Mao, picked him up with one hand, fumbled in his pocket, and found three hundred yuan.
"Tsk, tsk, that's all you have with you today? It's not enough for your grandpa to eat and stuff between his teeth!"
“…”
Huang Mao bared his teeth and his face was stained. He had not yet recovered from the pain.
"Boy, come here!"
"oh oh!"
Hearing Song Nanye's call, Jiang Beize walked over holding the math textbook in his arms.
Song Nanye glanced at the pen inserted in the cover of his book and took the black pen over without saying a word.
"Hello!"
Seeing this, Jiang Beize suddenly became anxious, "What are you doing with this pen?!"
"Nonsense, of course writing!"
As he spoke, Huang Mao wrote a king on the left side of his face.
Another eight was written on the right side of his face.
When the two words are combined, it means bastard.
"hehe… "
Song Nanye laughed, obviously his smile was hearty, but his smile was not even noticeable.
At this moment, the slender joints hanging down on his side were red, and his eyes were as scarlet as wild beasts. The anger in his eyes had not dissipated, like a roar at dawn, as if he was venting something.
He patted Huang Mao's face, his smile faded and his expression was cold, "Next time, remember to prepare more funeral money, lest grandpa punch you to death and you hide in the wilderness and no one cares about you!"
(End of chapter)