Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"Come on." The mouse hooked its fingers at the four teenagers.

The four teenagers looked at each other in blank dismay. So, is it about to start?

"Come on!" The leading young man shouted, he knew the reason not to come again when the opportunity is too late.Since Ma Liang and the gangster are not going to make a move at this time, they should take the opportunity to beat the mouse until it is unable to resist.In this case, even if Ma Liang and the gangster regretted it for a while and had to make trouble with their own side, the odds of winning would be even greater when it was four against two.

Holding this attention, the boy said in a low voice again: "Slay me to death, don't show mercy!"

Several other teenagers nodded together, and attacked the mouse from the four directions together.The four teenagers grew up together, and they are very familiar with each other, not to mention the tacit understanding in their actions. [

Especially after joining the Three Wolves Club, they also fought many times. Whether they will die in skills or in actual combat, they have greatly improved compared to before. It is absolutely no problem to deal with a mere mouse!

"Roar!" The mouse yelled, clenched its fists, and stared viciously at the four people rushing over.

Then something horrifying happened to everyone. Some strange changes happened to the mouse's body. His chest, back, and arms were puffed up in lumps, and each piece exuded the power and beauty of an explosion!

"This... what's going on here, the mouse has never done this before." The hooligan looked at the mouse dumbfounded. Could it be that this guy has been hiding his strength?

The four teenagers who died of nature were the first to taste the real change of the mouse. Their weak fists and feet hit the tense body muscles of the mouse, as if touching a thick concrete city wall, and they felt that the place they touched was extremely hard!

The mouse punched the leading boy on the cheek, "Wow!" The boy's body flew out and fell to the side.

"It seems that the experience in the forestry farm in the past six months has given the mouse a lot." Ma Liang smiled slightly, looking at the muscular mouse with an expression of "as expected".

Under the guidance of the mouse, the hooligan looked at a huge log next to him, suddenly realized, and said tremblingly: "Mouse, the mouse carries this thing every day, no wonder..."