The sky is a thick gray-blue, like a huge curtain, dotted with a few stars. The moonlight and street lights are scattered on the ground, making the shadows of people on the road very long.

Li Xingchen came out of Mingzhi Building and walked slowly to the school gate with his schoolbag on his back.

The rows of searchlights inlaid on the stone pillar gate of Beihe No. 9 Middle School are on, making it even more majestic and majestic against the backdrop of the night. Various cars and people are crowded in front of the gate, but it is just a small corner of the neon ocean in this city.

The petite figure was submerged in the sea of ​​traffic and people, and Li Xingchen suddenly felt a little confused about his direction.

In fact, after counting, she followed her family to Beihe City in early September, and it has only been half a month now. She is completely unfamiliar with this bustling city with row upon row of high-rise buildings. She only knows the way from her new home to the school, and

She had never walked this road many times.

No one came to pick her up, and her family probably didn't know she was going home for the holidays today. She couldn't get directions without a smartphone, so Li Xingchen had to ask the sanitation aunt on the roadside for directions.

The sanitation aunt, wearing bright orange work clothes, enthusiastically told her the direction to the old district of Qingpu and gave her a few words of advice. Li Xingchen thanked her gently and followed the direction pointed by the aunt.

After passing a traffic light, Li Xingchen finally came across a familiar landmark fork. She turned into the street on the right and passed a club. The door was wide open, and a blast of air-conditioning blew in from the inside.

She had an impression of this club, firstly because the name was very special, called noone, and it was magical that the boss named his store empty. At that time, Li Xingchen also wondered if this was a reverse strategy to attract customers, because the store not only

It's not empty, and it seems to be quite popular.

The second reason is that its decoration style is unique. The sign on the facade is a simple silver-blue color, which has an indescribable sense of technology. It is a bit awkward in this small street.

Passing by this time, this club successfully attracted her attention again. The store became very deserted, with only a tall man in his mid-twenties smoking alone at the door.

Li Xing felt deeply that it seemed better not to name the store randomly, otherwise it would go bankrupt.

Yi Linhe was smoking while waiting for news from those boys. He crushed the cigarette butt on the ground and raised his eyes to meet the eyes of a delicate little girl through a white mist.

He was stunned for a moment, wondering if he looked miserable, with such pitiful eyes. If a bowl were placed in front of him, he suspected that this girl would throw a few steel balls at him.

Li Xingchen finally kindly gave him an encouraging look of "I wish you a comeback" and walked past the door.

After the person disappeared in front of his eyes, Yi Linhe felt that the girl looked familiar, but he was sure he had never seen her before.

Another half of the cigarette was burned out, and he suddenly thought of those two pictures, and finally understood where the familiarity came from.

That girl's calm and gentle temperament is quite similar to Jiang Cong's good mouth.

Li Xingchen walked to the back of the club and was about to turn into the alley next to it, but suddenly a hoarse and rough voice sounded from deep in the alley, and the tone showed the speaker's arrogance.

"What the hell are you doing?! Don't you just have a dad who wipes your ass? Without your dad, who are you?"

There were no people around, the light was dim, and the provocative words echoed in the alley, causing several dogs to bark.

Li Xingchen's heart skipped a beat, and she stopped immediately, paused, and slowly moved to the corner of the wall, sticking out half of her head to look inside.

In the alley, which is neither wide nor narrow, an old hanging lamp entangled between wires casts a weak light downwards. Fine dust floats in the beam. In the dim light, two groups of people are facing each other with a huge disparity in the number of people.

On the crowded side, people with bare hair could make a box of Skittles. Everyone was wearing shorts and holding cigarettes. Some of them were holding sticks in their hands. They looked like street gangsters and had a clear air of provocation and trouble.

But there were only three people standing opposite them, and they seemed to be wearing... the uniforms of Ninth Middle School.

The other two were blocked, and the one in the middle was particularly tall. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, with his hands in his trouser pockets and his toes kicking the stones on the ground.

Although he was obviously standing in the main position, he looked like he was here to watch the battle, and he was still watching absent-mindedly.

From a short distance away, Li Xingchen blinked as he stared at the man's unruly short body, and fell into deep thought for a second.

This is not...Jiang Sansui...

"Open your mouth, dad, shut up, dad. Come on, call daddy twice and let me listen." Bai Daiyi said, and opened his hands to his ears, facing the group of people opposite, with a very arrogant look, which fully explained what it means to fight against the power of others.

"Fuck you!" Upon hearing this, the man with the iron stick threw his cigarette on the ground, swung his stick and cursed: "Let me beat you brats until they kneel down and cry! Let you see who is

The boss in this area!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of gangsters rushed forward with bared teeth, and the two sides quickly fought each other. The sound of fists and kicks could be heard in the alley.

Jiang Cong was very agile, his movements were neat, fast and accurate. Every blow and collision was accompanied by the opponent's miserable howl, and all the sticks he swung fell on their own people.

The clear outlines of the young man carry a sharp coldness, and the wildness dormant in his blood surges out, like a wolf covered in ruthlessness after breaking free from the shackles.

Like the autumn wind blowing away fallen leaves, the gangsters rolled on the ground in a helter-skelter manner, each covering a different part of their body and howling miserably.

Bai Daiyi put his hands on his knees, bent over and panting like a dog, and said to the iron man in an almost affirmative tone: "The grandson of Hao Xuan is looking for you, right?"

Without the iron rod, he should be called Huang Mao. Huang Mao was beaten so hard that he almost peed. He was so energetic just now, but now he was so timid. "It's none of my business. He paid me to come and destroy the store."

Beat people up!"

I paid for it, and it just happened to cover the medical expenses.

What a sin!

They are a group of people who make a living by collecting protection money from fights. They are also well-known bullies in this area. They are not afraid of anything except meeting people who are more vicious and ruthless than them.

It took me a while to realize that this was the person in front of me.

Jiang Cong's face was calm. He lowered his head and smoked a cigarette. The lighter burst into flames, illuminating the young man's stern face.

When the fire was extinguished, a flash of scarlet ignited on his fingertips, and a white mist surrounded him. He moved his neck, and his eyes fell lightly on Huang Mao, but there was still a bit of overwhelming danger.

Huang Mao's arms on the ground are shaking. Damn Hao Xuan, I will break my arms and legs to fight with you!

Jiang Cong suddenly tilted his head and smiled, blowing out a circle of smoke with his head lowered, kicking away the stick at his feet, walking over and easily dragging him to the wall by his collar, and swung him so hard that Huang Mao felt that his chest bones were shaken.

Broken.

Jiang Cong knelt down and pulled Huang Mao forward by his collar. He raised his hand and patted his face. The corners of his lips were still slightly twitching, but his voice sounded like an ice-cold blade: "You know I can be arrogant, don't mess with him anymore."

I."

After saying that, he raised his arm and pressed the cigarette against the wall.
Chapter completed!