Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 7 7. Actually have a girlfriend?

Dean and Ruster put aside their family affairs for the time being and rode to school by bike.

The students I met along the way, who had heard about his heroic achievements yesterday, looked in awe and whispered.

A small man of Asian descent humorously stood at attention and saluted Dean with a three-finger military salute.

I have to say that a hasty brawl yesterday virtually restored Dean's "bad" image.

Brain geniuses are not as popular as "athletic athletes" in the beautiful country.

"Hey, great Dean, those punches in the cafeteria yesterday were so beautiful, so happy, comparable to Muhammad Ali's last victory...I admire you very much, I want to share something good with you. Have you Interested in trying?"

A dark brown Mexican with a black leather jacket and ripped jeans stopped them at the intersection, with a mysterious smile on his face,

"I promise, my product is more powerful than ordinary products, and the effect is longer lasting. After using it, it will make you punch harder. You can try it at will!"

"Go away, we're not interested!" Last yelled at him, poking his neck, and made a face at Dean. The two ignored the leather man's loud voice to keep him away, and left quickly.

"What is he promoting?"

Dean had some guesses in his mind, but felt that it was unlikely.

"'Herbs'... Grace seriously warned me that once I touch them, my life will be completely ruined." Lust looked at his friend, his face was tense and his tone was extremely serious, "We have a bright future, don't touch this stuff Son!

"Dude, I hate them as much as you do! Whoever runs this shit should go to hell!"

Dean scolded from the bottom of his heart, then asked curiously,

"Is he selling around here so openly? No one found out and reported him?"

"So what if you find out? Whoever dares to report will be 100% retaliated by the huge local gang behind him afterwards. And even if the school expels him, someone else will follow up immediately."

Ruster shook his head and said worriedly,

"As far as I know, the business has not been interrupted in the past few years."

"Who are the buyers?"

"Most of them are from rich families," Lastra said in a long voice, and glanced at the luxury cars in the parking lot. "They have sufficient financial resources and curiosity to kill people."

Dean nodded,

"You know a lot, very much like your father."

The corners of Rust's mouth curled up, and his face showed trepidation, "Usually talk less and observe more, but you know it even when you don't lose your memory!"

……

After a little episode.

The two walked past the baseball field.

A familiar figure was already waiting there.

A look of surprise flashed in Bob's eyes when he saw Dean intact.
Good luck.

After muttering, he casually chatted and laughed with the black servants around him, until Dean came to him and suddenly stopped him,
"Boy, are you ready for an apology and guarantee?"

"You want to apologize to me?" Dean glanced sideways at the round face, and retorted, "Even if you kneel down in front of everyone now, I will not forgive you for what you did last night."

"Last night? I don't understand what you mean!"

Bob's eyes were furious at first, then joyful, as if smelling the anger in his heart, the smile on the face that had just subsided from the swelling was even brighter,
Seeing the tense atmosphere between them, the spectators around them began to slowly gather around again, looking forward to the big fight yesterday.

"But I'm in a good mood suddenly, and I decided not to bother with you for the time being...Go ahead and be your nerd, you don't have a good few days."

……

"Is that all for Bob?"

Last looked disbelieving. He was planning to get beaten up with his friends.

"We just called the police, and he should stop temporarily in the past two days."

Dean turned his head and looked around at two of Bob's henchmen, a lean black man and a strong white man.

I can't teach Bob a lesson at the moment, and it's useless to turn his face. This is just the complaint of the weak.

Now is far from the time to desperately.

It is better to wait for the opportunity and accumulate strength to launch a fatal blow.

"But we have to take the initiative... and attack the weakest places first."

After entering the teaching building, Dean went to the principal's office first, and listened to Ulysses talking about it for a long time... why did he persuade him to make an apology, not to provoke rich people like Bob, and concentrate on studying for the college entrance examination.

Dean can also see that this guy is an old white man with a conscience. If it is not for his power, he will be in a worse place. In order to please a rich man who sponsors him, he will 100% treat Dean as victim.

……

But he could only say sorry to the other party in his heart.

……

baseball field.

The thick-necked coach blew his whistle, and the baseball players gathered on the sidelines to rest and drink water.

"Boss Bob, if that guy dares to attack you, he will make trouble for our desert team!" The man with freckles on his face and bulging chest muscles wiped his sweat, "We will help you teach him a lesson in the afternoon."

"Let that little pigtail kneel down and call Dad!"

"Pull him into the toilet and eat shit!"

"I'm going to blow up his tender game with the serve machine."

More than a dozen strong baseball players became redder and thicker as they talked, eager to rush in and tear the Chinese boy to pieces.

"Calm down, lads, don't make trouble, you won't be able to cry if someone catches you and gets expelled from the team! After this weekend, I'll be free to deal with him."

Bob nodded in satisfaction, touched the bruise around his nose, the panda's eyes shone playfully,
"Now let's prepare for the weekend party, bring the women and drink enough!"

"You guys chat first, I'll put some water!"

The black Wazel next to Bob greeted and left the field and went into the bathroom next to the baseball field.

Humming a little song comfortably.

The experience of the past two years can't help but flash in my mind...

I am a black boy who came out of a slum, his father sells herbs, and his mother stands on the street... I don't care about him at all, he is thin and weak, and no one wants to join a gang.

In the past, he had always been a marginalized person, had few friends, and was often beaten by other black and white people.

But since he hugged the rich second-generation Bob's thigh, he turned over and sang, becoming a "decent person". Say more.

Meat is also open, and the girlfriend has changed several times in the past two years.

Every now and then, there will be a variety of drink parties, and they will go to the city in a luxury car to see the world.

The days are getting more and more judgmental.

……

The more he thought about it, the more he resented and hated that guy named Dean.

How dare a yellow-skinned monkey attack Boss Bob.

He should kowtow to the boss to apologize!

Do not! Do not!
He is not qualified to apologize directly to the boss, what if the boss softens and accepts him?

He had to kneel and kowtow to himself first!
blah blah blah.

The sound of hurried footsteps came into the toilet.

Vazel looked back.

brush-

A black shadow sprints quickly.

A fist the size of a sandbag magnified infinitely in sight.

Mara Facco!Dare to attack me? !

The second baseman's instinctive reaction made him dodge to the side at the limit of danger, stepping back to open the distance.

The fist brushes past.

He was less than two meters face to face with the attacker.

Wazeer finally saw the other person's face clearly. He had short black hair, bruised face, and cold eyes. Could it be the Asian who he yelled at just now?

Jerk, What's wrong with you?
Wazell rushed over in a rage, swung a punch with his left hand and hit the opponent's head directly.

Fast and hard in a rage.

Dean hadn't expected the lean black man to react so quickly, to escape the surprise attack and fight back.

That left fist approached like black lightning.

The wind blows.

Dean's mind went blank, and all the so-called boxing skills he practiced hard yesterday were all forgotten!

Training is completely different from actual combat!

However, his fighting ability was amazing. His body seemed uncontrollable. He instinctively raised his left shoulder, lowered his head and retracted his jaw, like a recruit who was in a hurry on the battlefield and barely raised half of his shield to block the bayonet.
boom!
A powerful punch hit the deltoid area of ​​Dean's left shoulder where he used to shield his jaw.

The left shoulder jerked back.

His body turned half a circle to the right.

At this moment, the black man's body had already leaned forward with a full-strength punch, exposing the right half of his body in front of Dean defenselessly.

Snapped!
Following the inertia of the rotation, Dean flicked his right hand sideways, and threw a ferocious whip that hit the side of the black man's face.

Cheeks burst into a large amount of blood red.

The Negro staggered and backed away.

Dean slid to follow up, bent his knees and lowered his body, and hit him on the chin alternately with both hands.

Proficiency +1, fighting lv0 (19/100)
The black man turned his head back and his eyes went black, and he sat down on the ground as if he was falling apart, dizzy, his head was buzzing and he wailed softly.

……

Dean took a deep breath, wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, his right bicep strangled his neck, and dragged him to the door of the bathroom like a dead dog.

"Come in!"

After saying hello, Last in the hooded jacket walked in shyly, holding a brand new Nikon F3.

Close the bathroom door.

"Dude, it's time to show off your photography skills and get ready to take some big pictures!" Dean hooked him,
"Isn't it too much for us to do this?" Rust's eyes flinched,

"They have done much more to us than they do now. If I hadn't been vigilant last night, I would have been lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital now - dealing with villains will be more ruthless than them. Move faster!"

Crack clap!

A faint flash of light erupted in the bathroom.

Wazeer, who was in a daze, only felt that someone was taking off his pants, and his lower body was chilly.

what's the situation?
take my picture?

Why are you taking off your pants?!
He was weak and confused.

"Come here, beat him hard!" Dean issued a second command to his teammates seriously.

"Isn't he resisting now? We should hurry up!"

Ruster looked at the ugly black man in front of him and shook his head desperately.
"Forget how they tortured you in the past? Put you on display on the border of the baseball field, call you, insult you in front of everyone, don't you hate him? You don't want revenge?"

Ruster blushed suddenly and clenched his fists.

Dean stared into his friend's eyes and said in an almost commanding tone,
"I've heard a saying that the only way to conquer fear is to face it!"

"Don't dawdle, just do it if you're a man!"

The little man gritted his teeth and threw himself at the defenseless black man, punching and kicking.

boom!
boom!
"Don't slap your face!"

boom!
"Majafak! You are dead!"

"Kill you!"

"Stop...don't hit, don't...hit!"

The black man with shoe prints on his face was almost suffocated by the people behind him, his tone changed from fierce to pleading,
"Let go! Let me breathe! I'm dying!"

"I ask, you answer!"

Dean's unquestionable voice came from behind his ears, and he slightly loosened the strength in his hand,

"Otherwise, your photo will be spread everywhere, everyone, including your baseball teammate, your girlfriend, ex-girlfriend. Everyone will appreciate you...a pocket thing that picks the dog's teeth at most..." Dean's tone He said contemptuously, "When the time comes, can you still hold your head up?"

Wazeer's face turned as white as snow. Is this really the demolition from before?

This method, what the hell, is more sinister and wicked than casino thugs!He suddenly regretted messing with such a lunatic? !

"I say!"

"Yesterday, no, the evening before yesterday, after you and Bob drove me away, what did you do to me? Don't miss a single word!"

"Don't you know?" The black man wondered why the other party would ask such an incident that he had clearly participated in.

"Stop talking nonsense, talk!"

"We took you to the river in the nearby park."

breathe--

Wazell used his underdeveloped brain to think quickly, how to say so as not to offend Boss Bob,

"We pushed you into the river."

Dean's heart skipped a beat. No wonder his clothes were soaked the night he crossed. It turned out that he swam in the river, but this kind of insult wouldn't make people commit suicide?

"And then?" He asked impatiently.

"Let's drive away." The black man looked hesitant.

"Haha, it seems that you don't think the photos are artistic enough and shocking enough. I'll satisfy you!"

Dean suddenly pushed his arm hard and pushed open the door of the compartment behind him. There were some yellow spots on the door panel. Some wicked guy had pulled a fresh lump of heat into the toilet and hadn't flushed it down.

Dean put Wasseld's head on the toilet, breathing the hot air up close.

"Would your teammates like to see pictures of you with a mouth full of shit?"

"God! Please, don't, I say, I say everything!"

The black man's face turned green, and he almost cried because he would rather get spanked ten more times than eat that stinky thing.

"Boss Bob satirized you. He said that the cowgirl left you, a piece of trash, and went to Los Angeles by herself. After hearing that, you were very sad. Sitting motionless in the river, it was like losing your soul."

Wait, what the hell is a woman?

Dean opened his mouth slightly in shock.

Such a cowardly, cowardly guy from his predecessor, who can't get entangled with women?
Still abandoned?

Dean looked at Ruster suspiciously, who frowned and recalled,

"That's right, a girl in a denim jacket has come to you before. But just once, she looked very unfamiliar, not from the neighborhood. I didn't expect you to have a crush on her?"

"Even you don't know, how did Bob know?" Dean pondered, turning to the black man, "Who is this cowgirl?"

The black man wondered even more, what happened to this guy, he couldn't even remember his own woman?
"Her name seems to be Mona..."

Mona...

Pfft!
Pfft!
Dean Xiang suddenly suffered from arrhythmia, and his heart beat rapidly a few times as if it was about to jump out of his chest. His face was flushed, and a kind of excitement mixed with unspeakable grief and anger surged up.

At the beginning of his journey, on the corner of the envelope he picked up from the wastebasket in the bedroom, there was only half of the name MO written on it...

Fits perfectly with the beginning of the name Mona.

The system shook suddenly, and the investigation progress jumped from 20.00% to 40.00% in an extremely frightening way.

So, the key to the predecessor's suicide is not only being bullied by the rich second generation Bob, but also because of Mona?
What happened between them?So that Dean went to a dead end?

If all these causes and consequences are clarified, the investigation should be over!

……

"Forgive me, Bro, tell me everything I know! Even if you let me eat shit, I have nothing to say!"

There was a trace of aggrieved determination on Wazeer's black face with nosebleeds,

"Wash your face, remember! You are not allowed to speak out about today's events, and you are not allowed to bully Ruster again... Otherwise your photo... By the way, if Bob finds out that you betrayed him, you will know what will happen to you."

The black man nodded resignedly.

(End of this chapter)