The billiard hall wasn't big. It was a private area, so it wasn't very formal.
There were eight billiard tables in the room. Many people gathered under the white light. They were all gangsters. They had tattoos on their arms and wore jackets. They sat in various corners, smoking, playing cards, and playing with their phones.
Only the table on the far right was playing billiards. There were many people around it, and they kept making a racket with the sound of billiards. It was a foul atmosphere.
When Ma Xiaoding arrived at the door and saw the situation inside, he swallowed his words back into his stomach. His posture of kicking down the restaurant instantly collapsed.
"Brother Yu …" Ma Xiaoding turned around miserably. His face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd. "There, there are so many people. Why don't we wait until the next time we catch him alone?"
You've already opened the door. How can you leave?
Why don't you look at how many people there are?
The corner of Song Yu's mouth twitched. He kicked him directly in the butt from behind.
"You're a junior high school bully?"
He was really the lowest school bully he had ever seen.
Ma Xiaoding didn't even grab the door tightly. He staggered forward and stood in front of everyone.
His sudden appearance naturally attracted a lot of attention.
The gangsters held cigarettes in their hands and looked over with raised eyebrows. Their gazes weren't very friendly.
There was a small bar inside the billiard hall. Soft and slow songs were playing. The cool color light shone on everyone's faces.
Ma Xiaoding was about to cry. He was just a high school student. Where did he get the guts to pretend to be a big boss in front of this group of adult gangsters?
He subconsciously looked back and swallowed his saliva. His legs were trembling.
… Could he escape now?
A young man with a dirty braid put out his cigarette. Looking at his panicked appearance, he whistled and mocked, "Kid, you've come to the wrong place. The Internet cafe is on the second floor. This is not a place for good students."
Ma Xiaoding didn't dare to answer him. He looked at Song Yu for help.
Song Yu glanced at him and said lightly, "Good for you."
He took a step forward and replaced Ma Xiaoding as the center of attention.
The young man was tall and straight, wearing a white shirt and black pants. His hair and pupils were light brown, his eyelashes were long and curly, and his skin was delicate. At first glance, he looked gentle and harmless, but when his eyelids swept over, that kind of hostility and perverse air would unconsciously flow out, and his aura was very imposing.
"Child, are you looking for your mother?"
However, the man with the dirty braid did not take them seriously at all. He smirked and mocked them.
Song Yu was too lazy to pay attention to him. He tilted his head and asked Ma Xiaoding, "Who is Zhu Zhixing?"
Ma Xiaoding was still confused.
Song Yu repeated, "Who is Zhu Zhixing?"
Ma Xiaoding could hear the coldness in his voice. Trembling, he began to stand on his tiptoes to look around. However, there were too many people gathered here, and it was very noisy. He stuck his head out and looked around for a long time, but did not see Zhu Zhixing.
The man with the dirty braid clicked his tongue, a little dissatisfied with being ignored. He stood up and put on a fake smile. "If you're not looking for your mother, then it's easy. I'll help you find him."
He seemed to have a high status in this group of hooligans. The people around him did not dare to make a sound when they saw his actions, and the noisy environment instantly quieted down.
The man with the dirty braid shouted inside, "Zhu Zhixing, who is Zhu Zhixing?! Come out quickly! Someone is here! "
At this moment, a group of people surrounded the pool table suddenly rang out with applause, cheers, and whistles. The sound of a ball being struck was crisp and pleasing to the ear. It seemed that a beautiful ball had been hit.
The man with the dirty braid's voice was still very clear in such a noisy environment.
A few people at the pool table heard him and turned to look at the door. There was some space between them. The last black ball on the table was trembling along the green table and rolling toward the bag in the corner.
Ma Xiaoding's eyes finally returned to normal. Through the gap, he pointed at a short and thin boy standing in the corner and shouted, "Brother Yu! That brat Zhu Zhixing is over there! "
Zhu Zhixing, who was called out, suddenly widened his eyes and looked in their direction. When he saw that it was Ma Xiaoding, his face instantly turned ugly.
Dong.
The black ball fell into the bag.
One round ended.
A man in his twenties wearing a checkered shirt stood up in front of the pool table and slowly wiped the cue stick.
The man with the dirty braid clapped his hands and walked forward. "Old Chen, you have a group of children here looking for someone. Why don't you hurry up and help them look for someone? The children will cry if they wait too long. "
He was wearing a checkered shirt with single eyelids, thin lips, and a thin nose. He looked like someone who was not to be trifled with. His words were also very blunt. He glanced at the man and said, "Find someone and tell them to get lost!"
The man with the dirty braid laughed as expected. "Tsk, you're not being nice. Since they're already here, why don't you let them stay and play?"
Ma Xiaoding's eyes turned red when he saw his enemy. He wanted nothing more than to rush over and drag Zhu Zhixing out and beat him up outside.
He was so afraid that he forgot. He said to Song Yu, "Brother Yu, that's the bastard! He scolded you and Xie Sui! He even came up with such a sinister and disgusting idea. "
Zhu Zhixing followed a young man who was wearing a checkered shirt. He glared fiercely at Ma Xiaoding, then stood on his tiptoes and whispered something into the young man's ear.
The young man was wearing a No.1 Middle School uniform and his hair was dyed in various colors. He was most likely the second-year school bully that Zhu Zhixing was trying to curry favor with.
Zhu Zhixing looked very wretched. He looked at Ma Xiaoding sinisterly like a poisonous snake.
Chen Zhijie raised his eyebrows and looked disdainfully at Ma Xiaoding. He asked, "This is the person who caused trouble for you?"
Zhu Zhixing immediately added fuel to the fire. "That's him. This kid is a thorn in our junior high school. He's used to being lawless. He even said that he wanted to steal your position in No.1 Middle School."
Chen Zhijie sneered. The disdain in his eyes was almost overflowing. "Who do you think you are?"
He walked to the checkered shirt and said, "Brother, don't be in a hurry to chase them away. These are all my classmates."
His gaze fell on them, and the corners of his lips curled up into a malicious smile.
"They're all here to cause trouble. How can they leave so easily after coming in?"
The atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to the freezing point.
The dirty braid man also joined in the fun. "Old Chen, look, your brother is much better than you."
The gangsters roared with laughter.
"Classmates who came to cause trouble?"
"Hahahahaha, they found us here."
"I'm afraid they're not here to be funny."
"I'll close the door first."
A gangster sitting at the door laughed gloatingly. He stepped on the cigarette and closed the door with his foot. Then he stood there and said, "Kid, don't walk so fast today."
Ma Xiaoding's underlings instantly turned pale.
After all, they were just a group of fifteen-year-old high school students who hadn't left the ivory tower. They were subconsciously afraid in the face of these people. Now that they were forced to this point, they were dumbfounded.
The dirty braid man smiled, and his face was full of evil intentions.
The checkered shirt's small eyes slowly narrowed.
Chen Zhijie was still saying, "You followed us here probably because you really want to learn from us. I heard that you're looking for Zhu Zhixing?"
Ma Xiaoding gritted his teeth and simply went all out.
If he was afraid now, it would be terrible.
Ma Xiaoding, who thought that he was very responsible, said fiercely, "Yes! Zhu Zhixing and I have a personal grudge. Give him to us, and we'll leave immediately! "
Song Yu: "…"
This idiot.
A moment later, as expected, everyone in the room laughed wantonly.
The dirty braid man laughed especially exaggeratedly. He held the billiard table and wiped the corners of his eyes. "Kid, you still don't understand the situation — it's not a matter of whether you leave or not, it's a matter of whether you and your underlings can leave or not."
Ma Xiaoding was really scared. He regretted that he had dragged Brother Yu into this.
His palms were sweaty, and his voice trembled. "I …"
Chen Zhijie also laughed, but his laughter was not as exaggerated.
He said, "How about this? After all, you're my junior. I won't make things difficult for you. Let's play a game tonight. "
"If you win, I'll let you go and give Zhu Zhixing to you. If you lose, run out and bark like a dog when the flag is raised on Monday. How about that? "
Song Yu couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to pull Ma Xiaoding down and take his place. However, there was an extra hand on his shoulder. It was Xie Sui.
Song Yu was stunned and turned his head.
Xie Sui's expression did not change. Her delicate facial features were even more emotionless under the cold light.
Bark like a dog when the flag was raised.
That would be humiliating in front of the whole school. What's more, Ma Xiaoding was such a big shot in junior high.
This was a great insult to a fifteen-year-old boy.
Ma Xiaoding was so angry that his face turned red. He clenched his fists. He could only blame himself for being reckless and bringing others to this point. He gritted his teeth and glared over.
"What are we playing?"
Chen Zhijie said to Plaid Shirt, "Brother, let me borrow the venue."
Plaid Shirt looked at them as if he were watching primary school students fight. He crossed his arms, took a step back, and raised his chin.
"You can use it."
Chen Zhijie took off his school uniform jacket, picked up the cue stick, and smiled proudly at Ma Xiaoding. "Snooker. Do you know how to play?"
The gangsters in the room were all waiting to see a good show. This billiard room was opened by Chen Zhijie's brother. Chen Zhijie was influenced by what he saw and learned. Even if he was not a high-level player, he could easily bully a newbie. This was obviously unfair competition. However, that unlucky guy had to play even if he didn't.
Ma Xiaoding was dumbfounded.
He also knew how to play billiards, but he usually only played eight or nine balls. He had never touched snooker before.
Song Yu's gaze passed through the crowd and fell on Zhu Zhixing.
He was very short and thin. There were a lot of acne on his face. He looked wretched and his behavior was timid.
When he met Song Yu's gaze, he did not dare to raise his head and stood silently behind Chen Zhijie.
Despicable, cowardly, and insidious.
And it was such a person who caused Xie Sui's nightmare for three years in junior high school.
He also tried to lay hands on Xie Sui's grandmother.
He originally thought that Xie Sui had let it go, so there was no need to pursue it. However, Xie Sui was kind and tolerant, but some people would not change. Moreover, perhaps Xie Sui still needed an apology and an explanation.
Song Yu turned around and said to Xie Sui lightly, "Take them back."
Xie Sui lowered his eyes and stared at him.
Song Yu took a step forward, pressed on Ma Xiaoding's shoulder, and dragged him back.
Ma Xiaoding stared at him. He felt guilty and worried. He did not know what was going on, but he still trusted Song Yu subconsciously.
Song Yu looked calm. He stood under the light, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was very cold. "I'll play with you, but I want to change the rules."
Chen Zhijie did not take Song Yu seriously at all. He shook his hand and smiled evilly. "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate with us?"
"Why not?"
Song Yu suddenly reached out and grabbed the other end of the cue stick. He took two steps forward and pulled Chen Zhijie in front of him, grabbing his clothes.
His smile was ruffian and cold. "You can try. You guys can play with me."
The gangsters who were watching from the side all stopped joking around, and their expressions turned serious.
Song Yu's move just now was so fast that it was obvious that he was a martial artist.
"You –"
Chen Zhijie's face turned red. He felt that he had lost all his face. He wanted to struggle and resist, but the hand that grabbed his collar was like iron. It only made him breathe heavily and almost suffocate.
The man with the dirty braid stepped forward. It seemed that he wanted to break the two of them apart. Song Yu had already pulled the cue stick out of Chen Zhijie's hand. He raised his arm and the tip stopped in front of the man's eyes. It was one centimeter away.
The man with the dirty braid instantly froze.
He stared at the side of Song Yu's face.
However, Song Yu did not even look at him. The more indifferent he was, the more frightening it was.
Song Yu said, "I must take Zhu Zhixing away today. There's no need to add it to the rules."
"So change the rules. If I win, you bark under the national flag. If I lose, I accept the punishment. Those who humiliate others will be humiliated by others. I'll teach you a lesson today. "
Chen Zhijie got a chance to breathe. He stepped back and was burning with anger. "Brother! I don't want to play anymore! Kill him! "
The man with the checkered shirt also lost his carefree expression. He stepped forward and said gloomily, "Little brat, you're too arrogant."
Song Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled modestly. "It's okay." Still the same sentence. Anyway, he never lacked a fight.
"F * * k —"
The man with the checkered shirt had a bad temper. His expression changed and he punched him.
The people around naturally could not stand there foolishly. Of course, they rushed forward and tried to hold Song Yu down from all directions.
"Brother Yu!"
Ma Xiaoding's expression changed greatly. He rushed forward and roared, "Do you know who he is? If you dare to touch him, you won't be able to survive in Jing City in the future! "
The man with the dirty braid was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. He grabbed Ma Xiaoding outside and sneered, "What era is this? This is my territory. I'm not afraid even if the king of heaven comes. "
"Brother Yu —!"
Ma Xiaoding was angry and furious! In his heart, Song Yu had always been a porcelain doll, the kind that would break at the slightest touch.
What if something bad happened to him? How could he explain it to his father? The Meng family had saved their lives. How could he explain it to Old Madam Meng?
The man with the dirty braid shouted to the back, "Hold these kids down. Don't let them help."
Ma Xiaoding was so anxious that his eyes almost turned red. He struggled to break free from the man with the dirty braid. "Damn you, let me go! The Meng family! If you mess with him, you mess with the Meng family —! "
The man with the dirty braid sneered.
In fact, for ordinary people, the Meng family was too distant. They were not in that circle, so they would not know it.
Ma Xiaoding's heart was filled with despair. He regretted his actions. He should not have called Brother Yu over without knowing anything. This time, he had kicked an iron plate.
Xie Sui was not very anxious. He stood aside. His dark eyes were as deep as the first snow, but he was serious. He always felt that … this kid would give him a lot of surprises.
There was a scuffle around the billiard table.
"You are crazy!"
"You are crazy — Ah!"
What sounded was the screams of the young people. The sound of broken arms was accompanied by the screams.
The kicks were so fierce that they seemed to be accompanied by wind.
Song Yu looked at them and remembered his rebellious and reckless school days.
He was born in a good family in the original world. He grew up in a military compound. His fighting skills and physical strength were not weak. After he met with kidnappers when he was a child, his family paid more attention to his self-defense training.
Although he used all this in his later years as a school bully to show off his power.
But Song Yu could really fight with a group of gangsters who only relied on their numbers. In fact, they were useless and afraid of death.
Now that he lived in school, he did not have to worry about Grandmother Meng if he saw blood.
Song Yu was even more unscrupulous.
Ma Xiaoding and the others were stunned.
They stared at the young man under the cold light by the billiard table.
He fought smoothly with a cue in his hand. He beat up one person who came, beat up two people who came. His strength was amazing. No one could catch him. But his attacks were fast and fierce, like a wild wolf.
Song Yu kicked a person away with his foot. With a sneer on his lips, he grabbed the neck of the checkered shirt and pressed his head onto the billiard table.
The gangsters were afraid of death. After seeing the miserable state of the people in front of them. No matter how the checkered shirt roared, they looked at each other and did not dare to go forward.
"F * ck you!"
The checkered shirt had never thought that such a weak-looking young man would have such strength. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth. "I still have people who haven't come out! You can't leave this door alive. "
Song Yu clicked his tongue and said with a smile, "Brother, do you understand the situation now? It's not a question of whether you let us go or not. It's a question of whether I want to go or not."
"This door is locked well."
He exerted force in his hand, and the head of the checkered shirt hit the billiard table again. Amidst the young man's screams, Song Yu said with a smile, "With your brother's virtue, I guess you're not a good person either. Today, we'll close the door and beat the dog. "
The corners of his lips curled up when he said the last four words. The ruthlessness in his eyes was astonishing.
The checkered shirt roared, "Hei Zi! Hei Zi! Get out of here! Get out of here! "
The fight outside was in full swing, but the bar song in the billiard hall was still playing very loudly. The roar of the checkered shirt almost shook the entire floor.
Finally, there was movement inside.
"What the hell is going on? I'm having a good time playing cards."
A few people walked out of the bar while cursing.
The eyes of the checkered shirt were full of viciousness. "You want to fight with me? My brothers are all here. They're going to fight with real knives! You're f * cking finished! "
Fight with real knives?
Song Yu smiled indifferently. "Last time, someone also told me that they were going to fight with real knives. The police station is sitting behind. Let's see which of them has a faster knife. "
"What's the matter!"
Walking through the aisle, a group of people came out of the bar. They had dazzling colorful hair, and the Hong Mao hair in the lead fluttered in the wind. The scar across his face was especially obvious.
Song Yu looked over.
Hong Mao looked over.
"…"
"…"
Acquaintances met.
There was a long silence.
The checkered shirt slammed the table and said angrily, "I've been kicked out of my restaurant. You usually eat and drink for free. Why aren't you coming over to kill this group of little bastards?!"
Hong Mao did not move. He stared at Song Yu's face.
Song Yu laughed first. "Yo, my sons."
Hong Mao and the colorful hair behind him: "…"
The last time they were beaten up by Xie Sui in the alley, it was still a trauma for them. They did not even blink when the knife pierced through their arms. They were beaten and stabbed, and in the end, they were even sent to jail. They had a stomach full of grievances.
And looking at Song Yu's current posture, as well as the group of panic-stricken trash next to him.
They knew that this was not simple either.
Both of them were troublemakers.
They fought ruthlessly and did not care about their lives. They even called the police. They were still underage.
Hong Mao, who had just been released, really did not want to see Song Yu again.
The checkered 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.
He glanced back. Some of his underlings were still injured. When they saw Song Yu, it was as if they had seen the god of plague. They all consciously retreated a little.
Hong Mao: "…"
Song Yu had already let go of the checkered shirt.
The checkered shirt no longer had the energy to show off. He retreated and panted heavily.
Zhijie Chen's face was pale as well.
After panting, the checkered shirt pointed at Song Yu and roared at Hong Mao, "Him! It's him! Aren't you guys the tyrants of Lianyun Street? Now you're afraid of dealing with a high school student! This bastard came to kick my restaurant! "
The corners of Hong Mao's mouth twitched, and the scar on his face looked even more ferocious. "He came to kick my restaurant …"
Everyone in the room held their breaths and stared. They heard Hong Mao tilt his head and say slowly to the checkered shirt, "… Why don't we call the police?"
As soon as he said this, the room fell silent.
The checkered shirt was so angry that he wanted to slap Hong Mao in the face. However, he still had some rationality. He roared, "Call the police? Call the police and arrest us all? "
Hong Mao's expression stiffened for a few seconds. The emotions in his eyes were very obvious. It was that he didn't want to care about this matter.
The group of hooligans in the room, including those lying on the ground and wailing, all had the same expression of confusion and fear at this moment.
They originally thought that they were the sheep that had entered the tiger's den. They didn't expect that they had led the wolf into the house.
It was easy to invite a devil in, but difficult to send him away. Now, this god of plague was here!
The guy with the dirty braid was also confused by the development of this matter. He unconsciously let go of Ma Xiaoding's hand.
Ma Xiaoding's expression was not much better than his. She rubbed her eyes desperately, afraid that she was dreaming.
woc！ Was Brother Yu that fierce?
Although Chen Zhijie thought that he was the school bully of No.1 Middle School, he and his group of underlings relied on their numbers to bully their classmates.
Not to mention Song Yu, he couldn't even beat a single one of Hong Mao's underlings. Faced with this situation, his face turned pale. He hid behind his brother and didn't dare to say a word.
As for Zhu Zhixing, who was his underling.
He was so scared that he was about to faint.
Song Yu supported himself with his hand and sat on the billiard table in a neat and unrestrained manner. He held the cue stick and smiled at Hong Mao. "I heard that you use a real knife in a fight?"
"The kind that sees blood?"
Hong Mao: "…"
At this moment, the scar on his face seemed to reveal a kind of vicissitudes.
"Boss, what should we do …"
Green Hair took a trembling step forward and asked with a trembling voice.
Hong Mao turned around and looked at him with a dead heart.
He didn't want to say anything.
He wanted to light a cigarette.
The checkered shirt widened his eyes in disbelief. "You're still afraid of him?! He's just a high school kid! "
Hong Mao glared at him viciously. After all, he used to be a street bully, so he still had a vicious aura.
The checkered shirt's throat tightened under his glare. He choked back his words and didn't say anything else. He only stared at Song Yu with a red face.
Hong Mao had met Song Yu twice. Both times, they were the ones who rushed to find trouble. In the end, they brought trouble to themselves.
Now that Song Yu came to challenge them, the despair in his heart overflowed like a river.
He gritted his teeth and tried to squeeze out a smile that was comparable to facing the enemy who killed his father. He said, "This … little friend."
Song Yu smiled and touched the cue stick. He said politely, "Don't, little brother. I'm not looking for a fight with you today. Don't give me the whole act of being close to you."
Hong Mao: "…"
Everyone: Really. Damn. Crazy!
In Ma Xiaoding's heart, Song Yu's image was broken and rebuilt. He went from a clay Bodhisattva to a living King of Hell.
Brother Yu was awesome!
Look at his sitting posture, look at his tone, and look at his cold and ruffian smile. Ma Xiaoding felt that he was just playing house when he was a school bully in his third year of junior high.
Song Yu raised his chin and his gaze fell on Chen Zhijie. The corners of his lips curled up, and his tone was slow and mocking. "Snooker, are you coming? Do I have the right to decide the punishment for winning or losing? "
Do I have the right to decide?
A fiery slap landed on Chen Zhijie's face.
Chen Zhijie lowered his head. His whole body was trembling. He didn't say a word and hid himself in the shadows.
Hong Mao looked left and right and more or less figured out the situation. He coughed and tried to soften his voice. In his mind, he hypnotized himself that he was a caring brother.
"Hey! I thought it was a big deal! Isn't it just a conflict between classmates? How did it get to this point? "
It was just that he looked fierce and evil. When he pretended to be amiable, he looked twisted and ferocious. The group of people who looked at him felt their hair stand on end.
Hong Mao patted Chen Zhijie on the shoulder, making Chen Zhijie tremble. He pursed his lips and smiled. "Little Chen, it's not that your Brother Hei is scolding you. We're from the same school. When we enter society in the future, we'll have to support each other. Let's go. If there's a misunderstanding, apologize. If there's no misunderstanding, explain it clearly. Go shake hands with your classmates. Let's take it that this is settled! Everyone can also sit down and play basketball and drink to their hearts' content. "
Chen Zhijie: "…"
Checkered shirt: "…"
The group of people: "…"
You're a f * cking street bully. Instead of teasing little girls and robbing middle school students, you're here trying to smooth things over like an old mother?!
This was the first time Hong Mao had done such a thing. The more the people around him looked at him, the more guilty he felt. In the end, he flew into a rage out of humiliation and gave up.
He kicked the table and revealed his true nature. "Then what the f * ck do you want me to do?! I was sent to the police station by him last time! Don't you know how to run when you can't beat him?! Damn it, I don't care anymore! Lu Zi, let's go! "
Checkered shirt was about to die of anger. "You —!"
Chen Zhijie's face turned pale. He lowered his head, and his shoulders withered a little.
Hong Mao's gaze was straight ahead. He didn't even look at Song Yu. He walked to the door without any regard for his family. He pushed aside the hooligans blocking the door and walked out while cursing.
His underlings swallowed their saliva. They ignored Checkered shirt's scolding and quickly followed him. They didn't want to be in the same room as this god of plague at all.
However, they still walked very arrogantly. In any case, they looked down on him.
After closing the door.
"Whoa!"
Bang, bang, bang. The sound of someone running down the stairs could be heard outside.
Every step exuded liberation and joy.
Inside the room.
"…"
Ma Xiaoding's admiration for Song Yu rose another level. There were almost stars in her eyes.
Xie Sui stood in the dark and looked at Song Yu silently. Her dark and calm eyes were deep in thought.
At this point, the situation had reached a stalemate.
Now, everything was in Song Yu's hands. No one could interfere with whether he pushed forward or took a step back.
Ma Xiaoding finally felt proud. He had just been humiliated and ridiculed by this group of people. Now, he spoke a little louder. "Brother Yu!"
Are we going to make a big deal now? Are we going to leave a legend on this street from now on?!
Ma Xiaoding, who was in his second year of middle school, rubbed his palms together.
In the end, he saw his Brother Yu jump down from the table and throw the cue stick in his hand behind him.
He was confident and neat. He ignored Checkered shirt Chen Zhijie and forced himself to the corner. His gaze was fixed on Zhu Zhixing, who was about to stick himself into the crack of the wall.
Today was definitely a nightmare for Zhu Zhixing. It was the most terrifying and desperate day since he was young.
The feeling of being targeted by evil spirits was not as terrifying as it was now.
Song Yu: "Are you Zhu Zhixing?"
Zhu Zhixing's legs went soft, and he was so scared that he fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and there was only one word in his mind: "It's over."
Checkered shirt was also stunned. Just now, he was racking his brains to think of a way to send this god of plague away.
But he did not expect that the other party did not take them seriously at all.
Ma Xiaoding also went up to him.
Song Yu glanced indifferently at Zhu Zhixing on the ground and ordered, "Take him out."
Ma Xiaoding no longer defined himself as a knight. He was just a lackey. When he heard Song Yu's words, he was amused like a drama queen. "Okay!"
When Song Yu passed by Chen Zhijie, he stopped in his tracks. His slender fingers rested on the billiard table. He turned his head expressionlessly. The young man's light-colored eyes were cold and sharp. He smiled. "Chen Zhijie? School bully? "
"Is it only by trampling on others that you can support your vanity?"
Chen Zhijie did not even dare to breathe loudly.
Song Yu tapped the table and smiled. "Don't provoke me, idiot."
"Let me see you again, and I'll hit your head like a billiard ball."
"..."
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