The billiard hall is not big, it is a private site, so it is not very formal.
There are eight billiard tables in the room, and there are many people gathered under the white light. They are all gangsters, with tattooed arms, wearing jackets, sitting in every corner, smoking cigarettes, playing cards, and playing with mobile phones.
Only the table on the far right was really playing, and there were a lot of people around, and with the sound of the game, they kept making noise. A smoky atmosphere.
As soon as Ma Xiaoding arrived at the door and saw the situation inside, he swallowed the harsh words back in his stomach, and his posture of kicking the restaurant faded in seconds.
"Brother Yu..." Ma Xiaoding turned back miserably, his face wrinkled into a bitter gourd: "Okay, there are a lot of people, why don't we wait until the next time we catch him and put him alone."
Your door is open, are you still leaving
You go up and beat people without seeing how many people there are
Song Yu twitched the corners of his mouth and kicked his ass directly from behind.
"Just like you, you're still a junior high school bully?"
Really the lowest school bully he has ever seen.
Ma Xiaoding didn't hold the door tightly, he staggered forward and stood in front of everyone.
His sudden appearance naturally attracted the attention of many people.
The gangsters looked over with cigarettes in their hands, and their eyes were not too friendly.
Inside the billiard hall is a small Qing bar, with gentle songs playing, and cool-toned colored lights shining on everyone's faces.
Ma Xiaoding is about to cry, he is only a high school student, how dare he pretend to be a boss in front of this group of adult social youth.
Subconsciously looking back, he swallowed, his legs trembling.
... Could he run away now
A young man with dreadlocks put out his cigarette butts. Seeing his panicked appearance, he whistled and laughed: "You're going to the wrong place, kid. The Internet cafe is on the second floor. This is not a place for good students."
Ma Xiaoding didn't dare to answer him at all, and his eyes frequently turned to Song Yu for help.
Song Yu glanced at him and said lightly, "Promising."
He took a step forward and replaced Ma Xiaoding as the center of everyone's attention.
The boy is tall and straight, in white clothes and black trousers, with light brown hair and pupils, curly and long eyelashes, and delicate complexion. Unconsciously flow out, the momentum is very rushed.
"Child, are you looking for mother?"
The dreadlocks man did not put their group at ease at all, and the corner of his mouth twitched, making a mockery.
Song Yu was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he tilted his head and asked Ma Xiaoding: "Who is Zhu Zhixing?"
Ma Xiaoding was still covered.
Song Yu repeated: "Who is Zhu Zhixing?"
Ma Xiaoding heard the chill in his tone, and shivered and started to look around on tiptoe, but there were too many people gathered here and it was so noisy that he couldn't see Zhu Zhixing when he probed his head for a long time.
The dirty-braided man clicked his tongue, and was a little dissatisfied with being ignored. He stood up and said with a smile, "It's easier to say if I'm not looking for my mother, brother, I'll help you find it."
He should have a high status in this group of gangsters, and the people next to him didn't dare to make a sound when they saw his movements, and the noisy environment became quiet in an instant.
The dirty braided man roared inside: "Zhu Zhixing, who is Zhu Zhixing! Get out! Someone's coming to the door!"
At this time, the pool table surrounded by a group of people suddenly burst into applause, cheers, and whistles. The sound of the rod hitting the ball was crisp and sweet, and it seemed that a beautiful ball was hit.
The dreadlocks man's voice was still evident in the noise.
A few people around the table heard it, turned around and looked towards the door. There was some space between them. The last black ball on the table was trembling along the green table and rolling towards the bag in the corner.
Ma Xiaoding's eyes finally recovered. Through the gap, he pointed his finger at a short and thin boy standing in the far corner, and said loudly, "Brother Yu! That boy Zhu Zhixing is there!"
Zhu Zhixing, whose name was named, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at them. When he saw that it was Ma Xiaoding, his face instantly became extremely embarrassing.
thump.
Pockets of black balls.
A round is over.
Standing in front of the table, a man in his twenties in a plaid shirt stood up and slowly wiped his club.
The man with dreadlocks clapped his hands and walked forward: "Old Chen, you are here with a group of children looking for someone, why don't you hurry up and find someone? If you are in a hurry, the children will cry."
A plaid shirt with single eyelids, thin lips, and wearing a nose wing, the whole person looks like he is not to be messed with, and he speaks very aggressively. He glanced: "Find some fucking people and let them go!"
The dreadlocked man smiled unexpectedly: "Tsk, you're not funny, people think that since they're here, they won't be left to play."
Ma Xiaoding was very jealous when he met his enemies, so he could not wait to rush over and take Zhu Zhixing out and beat him outside.
I forgot about the fear, and said to Song Yu, "Brother Yu is this grandson! I scold you and scold Xie Sui! He also came up with that sinister and disgusting idea."
Zhu Zhixing followed a boy who looked like a plaid shirt, gave Ma Xiaoding a vicious look, then stood on tiptoe and said something in the boy's ear.
The teenager was wearing the school uniform of the first middle school, and his hair was dyed colorful. There is a high probability that he was the school bully of the first middle school and the second year that Zhu Zhixing flattered.
Zhu Zhixing looked very wretched, and gave Ma Xiaoding a vicious look like a viper.
Chen Zhijie raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on Ma Xiaoding disdainfully, and asked, "Is this the person who is asking you to trouble you?"
Zhu Zhixing immediately added fuel and jealousy: "It's him, this kid is the thorn in our junior high school, and he is used to it. He also said that he came to the first high school to snatch your school bully."
Chen Zhijie snorted, and the disdain in his eyes almost overflowed: "What."
He walked to the plaid shirt and said, "Brother, don't rush people out, these are my classmates."
His eyes fell on them, and the corners of his lips curled into a malicious smile.
"It's all here to find fault, come in, it's so easy to leave."
The atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point in an instant.
The dreadlocks man followed suit: "Look, Lao Chen, your younger brother is more manly than you are."
The bastards laughed.
"A classmate who came to find fault?"
"Hahahahahahaha found us here."
"I'm afraid it's not a joke."
"I'm going to close the door first."
A gangster sitting at the door laughed gloatingly, stepped on the cigarette to extinguish the cigarette, slammed the door shut with his foot, and stood there, "Children, don't go so fast today."
Ma Xiaoding's younger brothers instantly turned pale.
In the final analysis, they were just a group of fifteen-year-old high school students who had never seen an ivory tower. Facing these people, they subconsciously feared in their hearts. Now pushed to this point, people are stupid.
The dreadlocks man smiled and had a bad look on his face.
The plaid shirt's small eyes narrowed slowly.
Chen Zhijie is still saying: "Following this place, I guess I really want to discuss with us. I heard that you are looking for Zhu Zhixing?"
As soon as Ma Xiaoding gritted his teeth, he simply went out.
If he's scared on the field now, that's fine.
Ma Xiaoding, who considers himself very responsible, said: "Yes! Zhu Zhixing and I have a personal grievance, you give him to us, and we will leave immediately!"
"..." Song Yu.
this fool.
After a while, unsurprisingly, it was the wanton ridicule of everyone in the room.
The man with dreadlocks laughed exaggeratedly, holding the pool table and wiping the corners of his eyes: "Little boy, you haven't figured out the situation yet - it's not about whether you can walk, it's about you and your little brothers, whether you can walk or not. Got the problem."
Ma Xiaoding was really scared and regretted why he dragged Brother Yu in.
Sweaty palms, trembling voice: "I..."
Chen Zhijie also laughed, but not so exaggeratedly.
He said, "Well, it's a junior after all. I'm not embarrassing you. Let's play a game tonight."
"If you win against me, I'll let you go and give Zhu Zhixing to you. If you lose, when the flag is raised on Monday, how about going out and learning how to bark under the flag?"
Song Yu couldn't stand it anymore, he wanted to tear Ma Xiaoding off and put him on his own. It's just that there is an extra hand on the shoulder, it's Xie Sui.
Song Yu was stunned and tilted his head.
Xie Sui's expression didn't change, and the delicate facial features didn't even seem to smell of fireworks under the cold light.
Learn to bark when the flag is raised.
That is to sweep the floor with dignity in front of the whole school, not to mention, Ma Xiaoding junior high school is still the number one person.
This is a great insult to a fifteen-year-old boy.
Ma Xiaoding's face flushed with anger, and he clenched his fists, just blaming himself for being reckless and bringing others to this point. Gritting his teeth, he stared at it.
"Better than what?"
Chen Zhijie said to the plaid shirt, "Brother, borrow the venue."
The plaid shirt looked at them like watching elementary school students fight, crossed his arms and crossed his chest, took a step back, and raised his chin.
"You use."
Chen Zhijie dragged his school uniform jacket and picked up the club, and smiled proudly at Ma Xiaoding: "Snooker, will you?"
The gangsters in the room are all watching the show. This billiard room was opened by Brother Chen Zhijie, and Chen Zhijie also followed him. Not to mention that he was a high-level player, it was more than enough to bully a novice. This is clearly an unfair competition, but now that unlucky guy can't and will.
Ma Xiaoding people are stupid.
He can also play billiards, but usually eight and nine balls, never touched snooker.
Song Yu's eyes passed through the crowd and only fell on Zhu Zhixing.
Very short and thin, with a lot of acne on his face, wretched appearance, timid behavior.
When he met his gaze, he didn't dare to raise his head, so he silently stood behind Chen Zhijie.
Vile, cowardly, sinister.
And it was just such a person that caused Xie Sui's three-year nightmare in junior high school.
He also tried to attack Grandma Xie Sui.
He originally thought that Xie Sui had let go, so there was no need to pursue it, but Xie Sui was kind and tolerant, but some people would not change their ways. Moreover, maybe Xie Sui is still short of an apology and an explanation.
Song Yu turned back and said lightly to Xie Sui, "Take them back."
Xie Sui lowered her eyes and stared at him.
Song Yu took a step forward, pressed Ma Xiaoding's shoulder, and dragged him back.
Ma Xiaoding stared, feeling both guilt and worry in his heart. He didn't know why, but he still subconsciously trusted Brother Yu.
Song Yu looked calm, standing under the light, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was cold: "I'll fight you, but I want to change the rules."
Chen Zhijie didn't trust Song Yu, who seemed to be gentle, he shook his hand and smiled evilly: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with us?"
"Why not qualified."
Song Yu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the other end of the club, stepped up in two steps, and dragged Chen Zhijie in front of him, grabbing his clothes.
The smile is ruffian and cold: "You can try, you guys fight with me."
The gangsters onlookers all accepted their joking thoughts, and their expressions became solemn.
As for Song Yu's neatness just now, he could tell at a glance that he was a Lianjiazi.
"you-"
Chen Zhijie blushed and felt that he had no face. He wanted to struggle to resist, but he grabbed his hand by the collar like iron, which only made his breathing worse and was about to suffocate.
The man with dreadlocks stepped forward, looking like he was going to split the two. Song Yu had already pulled out the club from Chen Zhijie, and when he raised his arm, the tip stopped in front of the dreadlocks man's eyeball, and poked it in by a centimeter.
The dreadlocks man instantly stiffened in place.
Staring at Song Yu's profile.
It's just that Song Yu didn't put his eyes on him, the more indifferent he was, the more terrifying he was.
Song Yu said: "I must take Zhu Zhixing away today, there is no need to add it to the rules."
"So change the rules. I win, you bark under your flag, I lose, and I accept the penalty. Humiliators will always be humiliated, and I'll teach you a lesson today."
Chen Zhijie got a chance to breathe and stepped back, burning with anger: "Brother! I'm not playing anymore! Kill him!"
The plaid shirt lost the scattered expression, and moved forward, sullenly: "Little boy, you are too crazy."
Song Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled not very modestly: "It's alright." It was the same sentence, anyway, there was no shortage of hits.
"I fucking-"
The plaid shirt was violent, his face changed, and he punched him.
Naturally, the people next to him couldn't be dumbfounded. Of course, they rushed forward in all directions, intending to hold Song Yu down.
"Brother Yu!"
Ma Xiaoding's expression changed greatly, and he rushed up and roared: "Do you know who he is! Dare to touch him, Jingcheng will survive without you in the future!"
The dreadlocked man vomited blood in his heart, grabbed Ma Xiaoding outside, and sneered: "What age is this still popular? My territory, the King of Heaven is here, and I'm not afraid."
"Brother Yu!"
Ma Xiaoding is angry and angry! In his heart, Song Yu has always been a porcelain doll, the kind that will shatter when touched.
If something happened to this! How did he explain to his father! The Meng family has saved their lives, so how could he explain it to Mrs. Meng!
The dreadlocks man shouted back: "Stop these little brats, don't let them help."
Ma Xiaoding was so anxious that his eyes were almost red, he struggled to break free from the shackles of the dreadlocks man, "Fuck you, let me go! The Meng family! If you mess with him, you will mess with the Meng family!"
The dreadlocks sneered.
In fact, for ordinary people, the word Mengjia is too far away, and it is not clear from that circle.
Ma Xiaoding was in despair, regretting that he didn't know anything at first, so he called Brother Yu directly, and this time he kicked the iron plate.
Xie Sui was not in a hurry. Standing beside him, his dark eyes were far-reaching, as cool as the first snow, but serious. He always felt that this child would give him a lot of surprises.
There was a scuffle around the pool table.
"You idiot!"
"I call you crazy-ah!"
It was the screams of the youth that sounded. The sound of broken arms, accompanied by screams.
The kicks are extremely fierce, and it seems that they are all windy.
Song Yu looked at them and remembered his rebellious and wanton student days.
He was born in the original world and was not bad. He was born in the third generation of the Red Generation. He grew up in a military district commander. His fighting skills and physical fitness were not weak. After encountering a kidnapper when he was a child, his family paid more attention to his training in self-protection.
Although all of these were used in his post-secondary period as a school bully to show his prestige.
But Song Yu alone can really single out this group of gangsters who only rely on crowds to build momentum, but are actually useless and afraid of death.
Now living in school, you don't have to worry about making Grandma Meng worry after seeing blood.
Song Yu started to act more recklessly.
Ma Xiaoding and a group of people were stunned.
He stared blankly at the boy under the cold light by the pool table.
The fight was smooth, with a club in hand. One to beat one, two to play a pair. The strength is amazing, and no one can catch him at all. It strikes quickly and ruthlessly, like a wolf.
Song Yu kicked someone away with his foot, sneered with a sneer on his lips, grabbed the neck of his plaid shirt, and pressed his head to the table.
In the end, the gangsters are greedy for life and fear of death, after seeing the various tragic situations of the people in front of them. Letting the plaid shirt to tear his heart and roar, they all looked at each other and did not dare to go up.
"Fuck you!"
Plaid shirt never thought that a young boy who looked so weak had such strength, so angry that he gritted his teeth: "I still have no one to come out! You can't live through this door."
Song Yu tutted and said with a smile, "Brother, have you figured out the situation now? It's not a question of whether you can let us go, it's a question of whether I want to go or not."
"The door is locked well."
As soon as he pushed his hand hard, the head of the plaid shirt hit the billiard table again. Amidst the screams of the youth, Song Yu smiled and said, "Your brother's virtue, I guess you are not a good guy. Today we will come and play after closing the door. dog."
With the last four words, the corners of his lips twitched, and his eyes were astonishingly thin.
The plaid shirt roared: "Heizi!! Kuroko!! Get out of here!! Get out!!"
The fights were in full swing outside, but the Xiaoqing bar song in the billiard hall was still loud, and the roar of the plaid shirt almost shook the floor.
There was finally movement inside.
"What's wrong, I'm just having a good time playing cards."
A few people walked out of the Qing Bar swearing.
The plaid shirt's small eyes are full of viciousness: "You fight with me? My brothers are all here, they are fighting with real knives! You are fucked up!"
A real knife
Song Yu didn't care to laugh: "Last time someone told me to use a real knife, and the police station was sitting behind. Let me compare, whose knife is faster?"
"What's the matter!"
Walking through the aisle, a group of people came out of the bar, with dazzling colorful hair, the red hair at the head fluttering in the wind, and the scars across the face were especially obvious.
Song Yu looked over.
Red hair looked over.
"… "
"… "
Meet acquaintances.
long silence.
The plaid shirt patted the table furiously: "I was kicked out of the restaurant. You usually eat and drink for nothing, but now you can't come and kill these little turtles?!"
Hongmao didn't move, staring at Song Yu's face,
Song Yu smiled first, "Yo, sons."
The red hair and the colorful hair behind him: "..."
The last time they were beaten by Xie Sui in the alley is still a shadow to them now. The knife pierced through the arm without blinking.
And look at Song Yu's current posture, and the group of junk looking beside him.
You know, this is not easy.
Both are thorns.
If the fight is ruthless and lifeless, the police will be called, the mother is still underage.
The red hair that just came out really doesn't want to see Song Yu anymore.
The plaid shirt was a little confused by the atmosphere.
Hong Mao stared at the situation in front of him for a long time, not knowing what to do.
Looking back, some of his younger brothers were still injured. Seeing Song Yu was like seeing a plague god, they all stepped back consciously.
Red Hair: "… "
Song Yu had already let go of his plaid shirt.
The plaid shirt no longer had the energy to show off his prestige, and stepped back, gasping for breath.
So did Chen Zhijie, his face turned pale.
After panting, the plaid shirt pointed at Song Yu and roared at Hongmao: "He! Just him! Aren't you guys the tyrants of Lianyun Street! I'm afraid to deal with such a high school student now! This bastard came to kick my restaurant! "
The corner of Hongmao's mouth twitched, and the scar on his face became even more hideous: "Come and kick the restaurant..."
The people in the room held their breath and stared, and heard the red hair tilted his head, and said slowly to the plaid shirt: "... or let's call the police."
As soon as these words came out, the air was quiet.
The plaid shirt became popular as a puffer fish, and could not wait to slap him on the red-haired face, but after all, he was still a little sensible, and roared: "Call the police? Call the police and arrest us?"
Hong Mao's expression stiffened for a few seconds, and the emotion in his eyes was very obvious, that is, "I don't want to care about this."
A group of gangsters in the room, including those lying down and wailing, all had the same dazed and fearful expressions at the moment.
I thought it was the sheep entering the tiger's mouth, but I didn't expect that I was the one who led the wolf into the room.
It is easy to ask God to send God, but now this God of Plague is staying here!
The dreadlocks man was also confused by the development of this matter, and he didn't consciously let go of Ma Xiaoding's hand.
Ma Xiaoding's expression was not much better than his, and desperately rubbed his eyes with his hands, afraid that he was dreaming.
woc! Is Brother Yu that fierce
Although Chen Zhijie considers himself a high school bully, he is always with a group of younger brothers, relying on a large number of people and bullying his classmates to make a name for himself.
Not to mention Song Yu, none of the red-haired boys can beat him. Encountering this posture, his face was pale, and he hid behind his brother, not daring to speak.
As for Zhu Zhixing to be his younger brother.
People were so frightened they fainted.
Song Yu propped up his hands and sat on the table neatly and neatly. Holding the pole, he looked at the red hair with a smile: "I heard that you fought with a real knife?"
"The kind that sees blood?"
Red Hair: "..."
At this moment, the scars on his face seemed to reveal a kind of vicissitudes.
"Boss, what should we do..."
Green hair tremblingly took a step forward and asked while trembling.
The red hair looked back at him with a deadly heart.
Don't want to say anything.
He wanted to light a cigarette.
Plaid shirt widened his eyes in disbelief: "Are you still afraid of him?! Just such a high school kid!"
Hongmao gave him a ruthless look, after all, he used to be a Street Fighter, and his stubbornness was still there.
The plaid shirt tightened his throat when he stared at it, and he choked back and didn't say anything. He only blushed and stared at Song Yu.
When Hongmao met Song Yu, both times they were rushing to find trouble, and they ended up looking for trouble.
Now Song Yu came over to kick the gym, and his inner despair flooded into a river.
Grinding his teeth, he tried to squeeze out a smile that was comparable to facing the enemy who killed his father, and said, "This... little kid."
Song Yu smiled, touched the club and said politely, "Don't, brother, I won't fight with you today, so don't give me a whole set that's almost like this."
Red Hair: "… "
Everyone: Really, he, mom, crazy!
In Ma Xiaoding's heart now, Song Yu's image was broken and rebuilt, from a clay bodhisattva to a living king of hell.
Brother Yu is bullshit!
Look at this sitting posture, look at the tone of voice, look at this cold and ruffian smile. Ma Xiaoding felt that the school bully he was in three years of junior high school was playing a family.
Song Yu raised his chin, his eyes fell on Chen Zhijie, the corners of his lips twitched, and his tone was slow and mocking: "Snooker, come? Am I eligible to decide the penalty for winning or losing now?"
Are you eligible
A hot slap on the face.
Chen Zhijie lowered his head, trembling all over, without saying a word, hiding himself in the shadows.
Hongmao looked left and right, almost figured out the situation, coughed, and tried to soften his voice, hypnotizing himself to be a close brother.
"Hey! What a big thing I should be! Isn't it just a conflict between my classmates! How come it's such a mess!"
It's just that he looks ferocious and looks amiable, but he is twisted and hideous. A group of people watching, creepy.
Hong Mao patted Chen Zhijie's shoulder with one hand, shaking Chen Zhijie's whole body, pouting his lips, and smiling: "Xiao Chen, it's not your black brother who said you. You are from a school, you will not be able to support each other after you leave the society. , go, apologize if there is any misunderstanding, explain clearly if there is no misunderstanding, go and shake hands with your classmates, we will treat this as a solution! You can also sit down and play ball and drink. "
Chen Zhijie: "..."
Plaid shirt: "… "
A group of people: "… "
You're a fucking street fighter, don't tease little girls and rob middle school students, and you're like an old mother here? ! !
The first time Hongmao did this kind of thing, the more people next to him looked at him, the more he felt guilty, and finally he became angry and gave up.
Putting one foot on the table, his nature was exposed: "Then what the fuck do you want me to do?! I was only sent to the game by him last time! I can't beat it and don't know how to run?! Fuck, I don't care! Luzi, let's go!"
The plaid shirt is about to die of anger: "You!"
Chen Zhijie's face turned pale, his head bowed, his shoulders shriveled again.
Hongmao's eyes were straight forward, without looking at Song Yu. The six relatives walked to the door without recognizing them, opened the gangster who was blocking the door, and went out cursing.
His younger brothers gulped, ignoring the scolding of the plaid shirt, and followed in a hurry. I don't want to be in the same room with this plague god at all.
But they still walked very horizontally, looking at people with their nostrils anyway.
After closing the door.
"Huh!!"
Bang bang bang, there was a sound of quickly descending the stairs.
Every step reveals liberation and joy.
indoor.
"… "
Ma Xiaoding's admiration for Song Yu was even higher, and there were almost stars in his eyes.
Xie Sui stood in the dark, silently looking at Song Yu, his dark and calm eyes, thoughtful.
The situation has reached this point, and it has become a deadlock.
Now everything is in Song Yu's hands, whether he is pressing step by step or taking a step back, no one else can interfere at all.
Ma Xiaoding finally raised his eyebrows. He was humiliated and mocked by this group of people just now, and he rushed forward excitedly. Now he speaks a little louder: "Brother Yu!"
Are we going to make a big deal now? Since then, legends have been left on this street? ! !
Ma Xiaoding, who is in the second phase of the middle school, is gearing up.
As a result, he saw his brother Yu jumped off the table and threw the club back in his hand.
Chic and neat, ignoring Chen Zhijie and Chen Zhijie in plaid shirts, he stepped into the corner and stared at Zhu Zhixing who was about to stick himself into the crack of the wall.
Today is an absolute nightmare for Zhu Zhixing. From childhood to adulthood, the most fearful and most desperate day.
The feeling of being targeted by evil spirits will not be as terrifying as it is now.
Song Yu: "Are you Zhu Zhixing?"
Zhu Zhixing's feet softened, and he fell to the ground in fright. His eyes were wide and scattered, and there were only two words "finished" in his mind.
The plaid shirt was also stunned, and he was still racking his brains just now thinking about how to send the God of Plague.
Unexpectedly, people didn't take them seriously at all.
Ma Xiaoding followed suit.
Song Yu glanced at Zhu Zhixing on the ground lightly, and ordered, "Take him out to me."
Ma Xiaoding's definition of himself is no longer a knight, but a little brother who listened to Song Yu's words and said, "Okay!"
When Song Yu passed by Chen Zhijie, he stopped, his slender fingers resting on the ball table, he turned his head expressionlessly, the light-colored eyes of the young man reflected a stream of light, cold and sharp, and he pulled his lips into a smile: "Chen Zhijie? School bully?"
"Is it possible to support your vanity only by trampling on others?"
Chen Zhijie didn't dare to come out.
Song Yu nodded off the table and smiled: "Don't mess with me, you idiot."
"Let me see it again, and I'll play your head like a billiard ball."
"… "