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

Three months ago, in an Internet cafe in Guangdong.

This is a large Internet cafe that can accommodate more than 200 people. Since there are three vocational high schools nearby, the Internet cafe's business has always been very hot, and the customer flow is basically constant from morning to night, which is enough to make a fortune every day.

But now, at three o'clock in the afternoon, there are only a few people in the Internet cafe, which is unbelievable compared to the usual fullness.

Not far from the entrance of the Internet cafe, there was a chair, on which sat a teenager with a big horse.The young man was imposing, with a broad-backed machete standing beside him, full of murderous looks, as if he was waiting for someone.

Sitting at the bar was a frowning middle-aged woman who kept looking at the time with a haggard face, as if she hadn't slept well all night.And on a computer not far from her, there is a young girl sitting on the computer. She has a good appearance and fair skin. On the table, both hands are skillfully operating the keyboard, as if playing some online game, and with an excited expression on his face, he bluffs from time to time: "Haha, I got another top-quality equipment, this time I made money!" [

"Rogue rabbit." The middle-aged woman was a little nervous.

"Why?" The girl called Rogue Rabbit responded, but her hands were not idle.

"Your boyfriend is going to fight with so many people soon, so you don't worry about him at all?" The middle-aged woman was so nervous that she was about to die.

"Haha, he is our well-known God of War. He is the only one who beats others. When will it be someone else's turn to beat him? It's just a group of high school students with no hair. Ann, it's okay to have him around." .” The rogue rabbit crackled the keyboard.But I didn't expect my boyfriend to be about the same age.

"I know your boyfriend is amazing, and I've seen it before, but I can't stand the fact that he has a lot of family members." The middle-aged woman shook her head and said worriedly: "They are gangsters from the nearby Double Star Vocational High School, and they can call more than ten at will. Personally, why don't we call the police?"

"Auntie, you've been in business for so long, don't you know it's useless to call the police?" The rogue rabbit paused the game, turned around and leaned on the back of the chair and said, "The police don't bother to take care of such trivial matters, and they also take such small things." The group of hooligans can't help it. At most, they will be dragged back to the police station for education and released, and they will still come to trouble us the next day!"

"It's really a crime." The middle-aged woman wanted to cry but had no tears: "Is it easy for me to start a business as a widow? I can't survive being bullied by these hooligans all day long."