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

Shun Zi walked first, followed by Brother Long, A Gou, A Snake, Hu Xiaoyang, and Chen Zhe.

These are all the backbone forces of the twelve zodiac signs in City No. [-]. There are only six of them, but the forces behind them are extremely huge.

After that, there are younger brothers who voluntarily follow the twelve zodiac signs.

These younger brothers are all local students, and they are extremely loyal to the twelve zodiac signs.

No matter what the purpose of this loyalty is, for themselves not to be bullied, or to be able to show off their power, tonight, they absolutely firmly stand on the side of the zodiac. [

But they didn't take this battle seriously, because the zodiac signs are invincible.

Many of them were even wearing the school uniforms of No. 3 Middle School of the city, and some of them had earphones plugged into their ears. In the era when MP[-] was also a luxury, a thin single player was enough to show their status.

Because there are only more than 30 people on the other side.

Obviously, this is a cheap fight where the more bullies the less, and many people are gearing up for it.

They follow behind the twelve zodiac signs, walk with high ambitions, and feel that they are also people on the road, and they can definitely brag about it for many years in the future.

Lao Tu stood in front of the innermost football goal of the big playground, holding a bright machete in his left hand, stabbing many people's eyes in this infinite night.

After the battle, some students who participated in the battle said: "When I saw the knife in the old man's hand, I felt a chill around my neck, and my legs trembled."

The old man stood in the night, looking coldly at Shunzi who was walking slowly.

Shunzi didn't look at him, but looked at the old-fashioned side.

There was a man kneeling beside the old man, his body was chained and there was still a pool of blood on the ground.

As soon as Shunzi glanced, he knew that his younger brother had a broken tendon.

"Let my brother go." When Shunzi wasn't smiling, his tone of voice was even more frightening.

The old-fashioned grinned: "Are you still qualified to ask me anything now?"

Just last night, if Lao Tu had left the gate of Longfenglou, he might have died on the street.

But now, the old man put the machete across Gao Xiaoshan's neck: "Shunzi, kneel down and kowtow three times to me."