On a sunny morning, the figures of two teenagers appeared on the streets of the community.
One of them wore a blue short-sleeved T-shirt and had brown hair that was permed into small waves. The other wore black and blue sportswear and had brown hair that was combed into a slanted style.
They were E.J. and Derek. Both of them were twelve years old this year and were commonly known as school bullies.
The hobby of these two youths was to find trouble with other students. Whether you were short, ugly, weird, fat, or … simply one or two years younger than them, they could use this as a reason to bully you.
Of course, their behavior wasn't to the point of infuriating both humans and gods. It was nothing more than some mischievous bullying … such as tripping you, throwing your snacks on the ground, talking trash, or taking off your hat, etc.
Today, E.J. and Derek were wandering around the neighborhood together early in the morning.
Like most American children living in the 1980s, in an era where the Internet was far from widespread, "going out to play with friends" was their most common form of entertainment.
"Hey, look, isn't that Horace coming from across the street?"
"Yeah, that fat guy is eating Snickers again."
"How about we go up and teach him a lesson?"
"That's exactly what I want."
The two of them hit it off and immediately stepped forward, blocking in front of Horace.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our show." E.J. stood in front of Horace, raised his right hand, and pretended to be holding a microphone. He spoke in the tone of a radio host. "Tonight's question is – what made the fat guy so fat?" He looked at Horace and asked maliciously, "Fat guy, what do you think?"
"Go away, E.J. …" Horace replied unhappily.
"Hmm … 'Go away, E.J.' …" E.J. pretended to be thoughtful and repeated the other person's words. Then he said, "… No, this is not a good answer, it doesn't make sense …" As he spoke, he passed the imaginary "microphone" to Derek and said, "Let's give the microphone to the street reporter, Derek, and listen to his thoughts."
"Hello everyone, I'm Derek." Derek took over the "microphone" and said to Horace sarcastically, "I'm on a street that's blocked because of Fatty's existence." His sarcasm was not brilliant, but it was quite harsh. "Hey! Fatty. "He suddenly raised his voice and said to Horace," Can you stop eating? "
As he said this, E.J. reached out and knocked the Snickers bar from Horace's hand to the ground and stomped on it a few times with the sole of his shoe.
"Listen, I have some problems with my glands, okay?" Although Horace looked honest and timid, he did not give in to the two delinquents. Instead, he retorted, "At least I'm not like some people … whose brains don't work well."
"What did you say? Idiot? " E.J. heard this and immediately raised her voice. She pushed Horace and repeated, "Say that again!"
"I'm not an idiot. My name is Horace!" Horace replied honestly.
"Heh … f * * k … ass …" Derek immediately sneered and twisted the other party's name (here he purposely separated the word horase and pronounced it whore … ass …).
E.J. snatched the comic book in Horace's other hand, tore it in half and threw it on the ground.
"Oh, crap, I accidentally tore it." After doing this, E.J. pretended to cover his face with one hand and said, "Maybe it's because my brain doesn't work well."
Horace looked down at the Snickers bar and comic book on the ground and muttered something pitifully.
Although he said it very softly, the other party still heard it.
"What did you say? Idiot! " E.J.'s line was the same as before. Generally speaking, this kind of school bully's brain did not work well, so their vocabulary was limited. "I dare you to say that again!"
Horace did have some guts. The honest fatty mustered up his courage and repeated what he muttered in a volume that the other party could hear clearly, "I said, you two are really bastards."
Before he could finish his sentence, E.J. pushed Horace and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground.
Then, he rode on Horace's stomach and used his height and size advantage to suppress the fatty. Then, he threw a series of punches at Horace's face.
Horace's reaction was the same as any other child who was not good at fighting. After falling into a disadvantageous position, he used his hands to protect the area that was being hit and instinctively closed his eyes.
In fact, E.J.'s fighting style was not very good, and he did not use too much strength when he punched. This kind of punch would not break the skin or leave a bruise even if it was not blocked. At the end of the day, this was just a fight between children. In their minds, there was no intention to hurt anyone. They just wanted to hit each other a few times to make them beg for mercy.
"Let go of that child!"
However, right at that moment, a loud shout interrupted the bullying.
The "sternness" of this "sternness" … was mainly in the tone. However, the speaker's voice didn't sound threatening at all. In fact, it could even be said to be cute …
"Huh?" E.J., who was riding on Horace, and Derek, who was cheering at the side, raised their heads at the same time and looked at a young figure five or six meters away.
It was a little boy wearing a mini assassin costume. His attire was very exquisite. The edge of the hood and the details of his clothes were embroidered with gold. There were scabbards on his wrists, leather cases on his torso and waist used to store various tools, a throwing knife belt, a belt, and so on. Even though these children from the 1980s had never seen or heard of the term "Assassin's Creed", the cool attire itself was enough to make people think it was awesome even though they did not understand it.
"What? Do you want to be a busybody? Robin Hood. " Derek stared at Wang Tanzhi for a few seconds and replied in a provocative tone. He also made a dig at Xiao Tan's attire.
Since he was three years younger than E.J. and Derek, there was a clear difference in size between Xiao Tan and Xiao Tan. Therefore, the latter was not intimidated by him at all.
"Why don't you find someone who is as big as you or bigger to compete with?" Xiao Tan asked a question that was filled with idiocy.
As everyone knew, bullying the weak and fearing the strong was an iron rule in the world of delinquents. Under the premise that they did not have the advantage in numbers or physique, they usually would not take the initiative to attack.
"Hey, you want to be a hero, right? Kid. " E.J. stood up from Horace and approached Xiao Tan with Derek. "I advise you to save it. I don't want to see you go home crying and complaining to your mother later."
"Same here …" Xiao Tan did not take a step back. He stood upright (even though he was only 1.3 meters tall) and showed an attitude that said he was ready to fight at any time.
After all, he was an adult. Even if he did not rely on the skills and items in the game, he could still beat the two children with his mentality and experience as an adult.
"Watch me beat you up!" Derek and E.J. pounced on him together and used the basic tactic of children fighting — push him down first, then talk later.
This fighting style was also a habit they developed from years of fighting against children who were physically weaker than them. Those children usually could not find a way to escape after being suppressed by their weight, so they would be beaten up one-sidedly.
But … Xiao Tan would not give them this opportunity.
Facing the two youths who were nearly a head taller than him and were rushing towards him side by side, he decisively placed one hand on the ground and performed a side kick with his lower body. In the blink of an eye, the soles of his two small feet accurately stepped on the two's knees.
The next second, E.J. and Derek both cried out in pain and fell to the ground holding their left and right knees respectively. Then, they rolled on the ground with a painful expression.
"Ah … After all, they're all children. That's it." Xiao Tan adjusted his posture and thought to himself, "But these two are too much … I didn't even use much strength …"
Just as he was thinking, the two men had already stood up from the ground, but they immediately chose to limp in the opposite direction after they got up ….
"Damn it! You'd better remember this! "
"Hah … Hah … Wait for me …"
After the two ran a few dozen meters away, Xiao Tan walked to Horace and asked, "Are you okay, kid … uh … buddy." He almost blurted out the word "kid".
"I'm fine, thank you." Horace patted the dust off his body and asked excitedly, "I say … you're really good. You can do that. What is that? Chinese Kung Fu? "
"Hmm … I guess so." Xiao Tan smiled and replied casually.
Unexpectedly, Horace became even more excited. "Oh! That's so cool. "He paused for half a second and continued," That … I'm Horace, what's your name? "
"Wang Tanzhi." Xiao Tan said his game nickname directly. Based on his experience, the system would usually deal with cultural differences in terms of address.
"Oh, Wang, nice to meet you." Sure enough, Horace's reaction did not seem out of place.
"Me too, Horace," Xiao Tan replied. At this point in the conversation, Xiao Tan actually wanted to find a chance to leave. Although it was important to be a hero, he still had a mission to complete.
"Ah! Right! " Suddenly, Horace seemed to have thought of something. He widened his eyes and asked, "Wang, are you interested in joining our club?"
"Club?" Xiao Tan was confused for half a second and asked, "What club?"
Horace did not immediately answer his question, but asked, "Do you have time now? I'll take you to meet a few people. "
…
At the same time, in the same neighborhood, on another street.
"Yo, isn't this Brother Seven Kills?" Feng Bujue, who was riding the bicycle, had one leg on the ground. As he looked at the person who blocked his way, he quickly ate the toast in his mouth.
The fact that Brother Jue and Seven Kills could recognize each other was definitely not because they knew each other since they were young. The two of them mainly identified each other by their clothes. After the clothes matched, they naturally found some similarities to the adult version when they looked at the face.
"Yes, it's me," Seven Kills replied with a smile.
"Are you … walking your dog?" Feng Bujue glanced at the big dog that Seven Kills was holding and asked with a smile.
"Then are you … practicing riding?" Seven Kills also glanced at Brother Jue's mount and replied.
"Haha … wait here, I'll lock the bike first," Feng Bujue replied with a fake smile.
"Haha … wait here, I'll lock the dog first," Seven Kills also replied with a fake smile.
The two of them settled their tasks by a big tree and a fence on the side of the road, then returned to the pedestrian path.
"I didn't expect to be able to fight you so soon." After they stood still, Seven Kills was the first to speak.
"Yeah, life is full of surprises," Feng Bujue replied.
"Maybe … this duel in front of us will decide the outcome of the entire competition," Seven Kills said.
"That's not necessarily true …" Feng Bujue said, "Our teammates are not weak … right?"
"Hmph … that's true." Seven Kills smiled and already got into a fighting stance.
Feng Bujue also turned sideways to face his enemy and was ready to react.
The two of them faced off in silence … for almost a minute. During this time, there was a postman, two morning joggers, a patrol car, nine passersby, and three other kids accompanied by their parents who walked past them or across the street.
Basically … not a single person's gaze lingered on them for more than five seconds.
"Ah —"
"Ah —"
Suddenly, the two of them used their childlike voices to let out a long howl. Then, following the howl, they rushed out.
Pa pa pa pa …
Then, using their childlike physique, they used all kinds of flashy fighting moves and engaged in a fierce battle on the street.
Even though Brother Bujue and Seven Kills did not intend to go easy on them, their strength and speed … had all been reduced to a very, very low level. This made the battle scene incredibly … cute.
There was no collision of force, no energy that cut through the air, and no blinding speed. There were only two agile primary school students exchanging blows on the street.
After fighting for only ten seconds, Feng Bujue realized a problem, and he pointed it out in the middle of the battle. "F * ck me … this is not right! After both of our physical fitness has been reduced, people like you who know how to use fighting skills have a huge advantage! "
"You can't blame me for that," Seven Kills replied. "Everyone's body has shrunk, that's fair. It's your own problem that you don't know how to use fighting skills. "
"Tsk …" Feng Bujue scoffed unhappily. "Then let's fight it out with skills!" Then, he made his move …
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