"You … Do you know who my big sister is? Let me tell you, none of you are leaving. Just wait here. "Ignatsu was so scared that the little bean sprout on top of his head was bent.
"Big sister?" Bolton stared blankly for a moment before he smiled and said, "I really want to know who your Big Sister is. I've never heard of any Big Sisters in the sprout garden. If she can protect you today, then our Little Overlords will follow her in the future."
"Alright, we'll wait for you in the alley. Don't even think about running away. We're all watching you. If you don't come back in ten minutes, we'll come over," Bolton said with a smile as he turned around and walked towards the alley not far away.
The primary school students of the Little Tyrant Gang also followed behind Bolton valiantly. If it weren't for the fact that their pink wands were too flirtatious, and their heavy backpacks filled with books looked a little cute as they swayed back and forth, they would really look like members of society.
However, Ignatsu didn't find them adorable at all. Bolton was said to be a magic caster. Even the lowest-level magic caster could easily defeat him.
Of course, even if he wasn't a magic caster, he could easily subdue him with his height and weight as a sixth-grade student.
Many students passed by, and looked at Ignatsu with pity. This little fatty actually provoked the Little Tyrant Gang. Wasn't he asking for trouble?
"Why hasn't Amy come out yet?" Ignatsu stomped his feet anxiously. He only had two friends, Daphne and Amy. Although Daphne's father and grandfather were both excellent hunters, Daphne was a good girl, and couldn't provide him with any help at all.
"Why don't we run away?" Daphne whispered. "My grandfather said that if you meet an opponent that you can't beat, being able to escape ingeniously is also a kind of ability."
"No, as a man, I will not allow the word 'escape' to be branded in my life." Ignatsu shook his head firmly. He looked around, and saw that the Little Tyrant Gang's people were guarding both sides of the street. Even if they wanted to run, there was nowhere to run.
Most of the students had left, and the crowd at the school gate gradually thinned out. However, they still didn't see Amy.
"Don't tell me Amy has already gone home to eat?" Ignatsu pursed his lips dejectedly. Although Uncle Meg's food was indeed delicious, it would be terrible for him if she really forgot about the gang fight and ran home to eat.
"If Amy agrees, then don't worry. She will definitely come," Daphne said confidently. "Amy is the most trustworthy person."
"But if she doesn't come now, it will be too late," Ignatsu said with a melancholy expression as he looked at Lancôme, who was standing at the entrance of the alley and waving at him.
This big fatty who weighed at least 150 kilograms could flatten a little fatty like him with just his butt. It was precisely because of this size that he was basically unrivaled in the green bud garden. He was the number one vicious dog under Little Tyrant Bolton.
"It's alright. As long as we stand here, they won't dare to come over," Daphne said with a relaxed expression.
"No, I promised them 10 minutes, so it will be 10 minutes. As a man, I can't break my promise." Ignatsu shook his head. He reached out to hold the three seeds in his pocket, and whispered to Daphne, "Daphne, stand at the entrance of the alley later and don't go over. Little Tyrant's principle is not to hit girls, so they won't do anything to you. I will attack them first later. No matter how many I can hit, you have to watch carefully. I am not an idiot, nor am I a coward."
"Good luck. I have faith in you." Daphne clenched her little fist and encouraged him.
"Shouldn't you stop me at this time?" Ignatsu glared at her.
"Why? I think you are right. It's okay if a man can't win, but those who don't dare to fight are all cowards, "Daphne said with a smile.
"I am not a coward. I am Ignatsu, a plant-type combat master." Ignatsu's gaze became determined as he walked toward the alley.
"Amy, hurry up and come." Daphne prayed in her heart as she followed behind Ignatsu.
"Boss, they are here," Lancome shouted toward the alley.
"How many?" Bolton asked.
"Just two, that little fatty and that little girl." Lancome smiled, and said, "Looks like that little fatty really doesn't have any friends. He actually dares to fight with us. "
Everyone in the alley also laughed out loud. This was the dominance of the Little Tyrant Gang.
Ignatsu walked to the entrance of the alley with heavy footsteps. He was stunned when he saw the primary school students leaning against the wall with their backpacks. This was different from the Little Tyrant Gang he had imagined.
It was supposed to be a domineering scene. Instead, it was a group of licentious Taisui holding long and short sabers. Their eyes were full of arrogance, as if they could pierce through the sky with a raise of their legs. That was what he imagined a gang to be like.
But they …
Their thin shoulders were bent under the weight of their heavy backpacks. They leaned against the wall as if they were punished by the teacher to stand at the door of the classroom. Even the smile on their faces gave off a simple and honest feeling.
As for Bolton, who called himself the Little Tyrant, he had a backpack slung over his shoulder and a pink wand in his hand. His rolled up trousers revealed a section of pink socks, which instantly made that evil smile lose its deterrence.
"You guys have really disappointed me." Ignatsu sighed. He felt as if his fantasy had been shattered. He had also thought of joining the Little Tyrant Gang to experience that domineering feeling. He didn't expect that reality would be completely different from what he had imagined.
"Hmm?"
The Little Tyrant Gang members in the alley, who had already put on what they thought was the most domineering posture, were all stunned. They looked at Ignatsu in confusion. Why did this little fatty who was about to be beaten up look so heartbroken?
Bolton was also stunned. He said in a low voice, "I say …"
"Go, Demon Vine!" Ignatsu took his hand out of his pocket, and flung it at Bolton and the rest. Three black seeds flew out and landed at the feet of Bolton, Lancôme, and a senior student respectively.
"Demon Vine?" Bolton took a look at that seed, and lifted his leg to stomp it into the ground. He smirked, and pointed the wand in his hand at Ignatsu. "Beat him up!"
Crack! Crack! "
Right at this moment, a black vine sprang out from the ground like a huge black snake, and wrapped itself around Bolton's legs instantly.
Almost at the same time, the seeds that Bolton and that student had stomped into the ground also grew out black vines. They started to grow crazily from their feet, and tied them up like dumplings.
"Hey! Grandpa Fatty is here! "
Ignatsu yelled, and ran towards the dumbfounded Bolton with his short and thick legs.
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