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

As soon as a sip of water entered his tongue, Zhou Ming suddenly recalled what the big man from Shandong had said before. He quickly lowered his head, covered it with one arm, and spit the water on the ground.But the honest farmer uncle thought he was just a little sleepy, and didn't notice anything unusual.Zhou Ming was extremely puzzled. He didn't know where he had provoked others. How could he be targeted by these gangsters again and again?Little did they know, it was precisely because he cared too much for the backpack full of books that he attracted the attention of these people.

Zhou Ming guessed that the mineral water must have been put in some perspiration medicine or something like that, which can cause people to faint after drinking it.If he hadn't been reminded by the big man from Shandong earlier, he might have been tricked.Although Zhou Ming is now very strong, but after all, he lacks some experience in the world, and he is not enough to deal with these indiscriminate moves.

Zhou Ming buried his head on the table, determined to see what tricks these people were playing, so he pretended to fall asleep.After a while, the uncle farmer who had delivered the water came over, directly stretched his hand inside Zhou Ming's body, and took out the bag. His behavior was blatant and outrageous.The big man from Shandong who was leaning over the table was also in a hurry, and lightly kicked Zhou Ming's leg under the table, trying to wake him up.Zhou Ming kicked back a few times to show his sobriety.

The farmer took the bag and walked towards the car door.Strange to say, it seemed that he had already calculated the time, and the train stopped slowly, and the farmer got off the train directly.Zhou Ming jumped up suddenly, got out of the car and chased after him.The Shandong man was startled, but before he could react, the farmer and Zhou Ming had already disappeared into the night.

The big man jumped his feet anxiously, the boy got out of the car, didn't he go into the mouth of a tiger?Still not being played to death on other people's territory?But when things got to this point, there was nothing to do, and the train started slowly again, moving forward without hesitation. [

Although Zhou Ming's tracking skills were not as good as those of the members of the Yintang, he relied on his skill and courage to bite the footsteps of the farmer tightly.This is a small county town in Guangdong. The buildings on the street are dilapidated, the ground is also potholed, there are not even many street lights, and there are people everywhere.

When Zhou Ming came to him, the door of the manor house was locked.He walked around to the back of the house, climbed up the wall, jumped into the yard softly, and tiptoed towards the lighted room.