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

It's hard for ordinary people like us to understand their mastery.

And there is one more interesting thing, that is, the wolf gang and the Chinese zodiac are still allies.

Everyone in Xinxiang City knows that chatter, the leader of the Wolf Gang, has been trying his best to win over the Chinese Zodiac.

The Zodiac is the most popular princeling in Xinxiang City. If chatting can bring him under his command, the position of the Wolf Gang in Xinxiang City will undoubtedly be more stable. !

But recently, Zhao Wusheng, one of the eight hall masters of the evil wolf gang, has repeatedly opposed the twelve zodiac signs in secret. [

Although no one has been able to catch him, he has always been the biggest suspect of the Chinese zodiac!

According to common sense, Zhao Wusheng should hide his identity at this moment and try not to let others find out, but now he is demanding to meet and negotiate with the twelve zodiac signs!

Thinking about it, my blood was about to move again.

Zhao Wusheng's thoughts, plans, and plans are naturally beyond my guess.

I really want to call him and ask about his plans, but I think that kind of behavior seems a bit...

So I can only wait, still can only wait!

Before going to bed at night, the dormitory members were all discussing this matter enthusiastically. From their standpoint, they must have tried their best to flog the Chinese zodiac and stand firmly on the side of the "group of people outside the school".

Suddenly the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Chen Zhipeng walked in with a gloomy face, and the dormitory fell silent.

From the afternoon to the evening, Chen Zhipeng had been missing. I also instructed Wang Qiang to find the head teacher and ask Chen Zhipeng for leave.

Chen Zhipeng is carrying a big black bag at the moment, which looks like a guitar, but it doesn't look like a guitar outline, instead it is long and flat. I don't know what it is.

Wang Qiang and I looked at each other, and he immediately understood, pretending to ask casually: "Chen Zhipeng, where did you go this afternoon?"

Chen Zhipeng threw the bag on the bed, lay down on his head, and replied: "Send Lin Ke home."

This is what we have already guessed, and we all waited eagerly for him to say what happened later, but he never spoke again.

I asked again, "What's in your bag?"