Lao Huang once gave me a nickname called "Sissy Pao", which means sissy.

In Lao Huang's words, I stayed in a textile factory for a long time, and most of the workers in the textile factory were female. The yin energy there was too strong, so my personality became more feminine!

Damn it, this guy doesn’t understand the flexibility and strength of women at all. In terms of endurance, men are not as good as one-tenth of women!

Tolerance is one of my life philosophies.

Going back to the bar, the atmosphere was tense and a fight could happen at any time.

But obviously, in a one-on-one situation, I had no chance of winning. Besides, apart from the scarred man, the other one was a bald man.

No matter how you look at these two men, they are not good people. They are definitely murderous people.

"Hey, little bastard, my patience has its limit. Get out of here with me right away!"

Little bastard? I hate this title the most in my life.

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After being abandoned by my parents, many people began to doubt my parentage.

I'm not bad looking and in good health. Why was I abandoned by my parents?

Is it because of poverty? Judging from the current living conditions, you are not so poor that you have to abandon your child!

Therefore, many people believe that there is only one truth - I am a bastard.

Only wild species will be abandoned by their parents! This is their conclusion.

I was trembling all over. Except for Sister Rose, no one was allowed to call me a "little bastard"!

Even the King of Heaven will not allow it!

My eyes felt sore and red, and anger was burning from the bottom of my heart.

"Asshole...how dare you call him a little bastard?"

Sister Rose cooed, and a glass of wine poured on the scarred man's face.

The man with the scar was stunned, wiped the wine on his face with his hand, then reached out and slapped Sister Rose.

Damn it, you dare to hit Sister Rose! He wants to rebel? I|fuck|his ancestors.

A rush of blood rushed to my brain. I reached out, picked up a beer bottle, and slammed the scarred man on the head.

The scarred man instinctively blocked it with both hands, and the beer bottle hit his strong arm and turned into pieces.

Blood flowed down the scarred man's hand.

At this time, the bald man stood up in a hurry. I thought he would definitely help the scarred man. So I used my majestic body to stand in front of Sister Rose, ready to fight at any time.

But what was unexpected was that the bald man ran away in a flash.

Damn it, am I so powerful?

When the scarred man saw his brother running away, he also withered. He sighed and said:

"Little brother, if you have something to say, we have a harmonious society now. We are all pacifists. Why do we have to use violence to solve problems? You think so?"

After the scarred man finished speaking, he toasted me with a glass of apology wine and left quickly.

I don’t understand. What’s wrong with this world? Aren’t bald heads and scars symbols of violence?

Sister Rose held her belly and laughed: "Little Tangtang, I didn't expect you to be quite manly. Come on, give me a thumbs up!"

As she said that, Sister Rose held my head and kissed me on the face.

Wow, it smells so sweet, I'm a little drunk...

Damn it, is this the legendary kiss? Is this the legendary hero saving the beauty?

I'm so awesome, wowhahahaha...

After leaving the bar, I was going to take Sister Rose home in an electric car, but unexpectedly there was a sudden noise on the street.

I took a closer look and saw that it was not good! The bald man and the scarred man led three men and ran towards us with eager eyes.
Chapter completed!