The most powerful hero of the League of Legends

Chapter 222
Three days passed in a flash.

In the past three days, Wang Yu did not stay at Honghe University, but ran around alone, playing around.

The phone message kept ringing, including Bella's, Li Shishi's, Zhou Xingyi's, and Long Huaying's messages, but he ignored them all, worrying!
There are too few things that can make him care. Once he doesn't care, he really doesn't care.

On the evening of the third day, he didn't know where he had gone, and he also forgot about the training of the team.

"Cars sell for cars, fish for catties, oh, fish for catties!"

"Sheep sell heads, horses sell horses, oh, mother sells batches!"

Sing freely all the way, so happy.

At this time, the night was falling and the cool breeze was blowing. He walked to a slum area surrounded by low-rise buildings. The dim incandescent lights were lit up one by one, and there were faintly visible figures of busy people, as well as voices of quarreling and complaining. .

In China, such scenes can be seen everywhere, which is a kind of great and sad ordinary.

As he was walking, Wang Yu stopped at the crossing of the road, and suddenly saw in front of him, a few young men in a hurry, who were making trouble around a slender young man wearing a peaked cap.

"Little brother, my brothers have already taken over this piece of land. You come here every three days to set up stalls and sell things, and you don't even say hello to your brothers. Are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for us?" A bald man snorted dissatisfiedly. .

"You have to think about it, if it weren't for the brothers who protect you on weekdays, would you have a mouthful of food and soup? Seeing that you are also a newcomer and don't know the rules, you can just respect the brothers a little bit, and let's forget about it !” Another tattooed youth said.

Depending on the situation, the black boss is collecting protection fees.

However, even this kind of small stall and hawker is bullied, at best, it is just a few low-level gangsters.

The young man in the peaked cap turned pale with fright, hurriedly rolled up the white cloth on the ground, packed up the pieces, and prepared to slip away.

However, before he could move, the white cloth was stepped on by a foot, and the bald leader frowned, and said, "My friend, those who are out there must know the rules. This position is sheltered from wind and water, and you have made a lot of money. Don't make trouble." It will make everyone unhappy, share half of what you have in your pocket, and the brothers also have to eat, understand?"

The boy in the peaked cap stomped his feet anxiously, wanting to leave, but he couldn't bear to part with the things on the ground, so he whined for a long time, unable to speak.

"Damn it, you guys are farting, but you should tell me that if you don't take out the money, you will ruin your place!" The bald man cursed angrily when he saw that the young man was ignorant.

One of the young men picked up something on the ground, opened it, looked at it, and said with a smile: "What is this thing for sale, it's actually a painting? Damn it, you are your own Tang Bohu!"

"Come, come, draw a picture for us one by one, maybe we will let you go when we are in a better mood!" The young people laughed.

The young man was so anxious that he wanted to snatch his belongings from the young man, but his body was too thin. Not only did he fail, but he was pulled and fell to the ground.

"Grass mud horse, it's fine if you don't give me money, and you still rob me?" the bald men scolded.

Because he couldn't get the money, one of the youths tore off a painting and said, "What are you painting, hot chicken!"

This time, the young man screamed anxiously, but the hero couldn't stand the crowd, couldn't fight for it, and got punched.

Wang Yu happened to see this scene, and the singing in his mouth stopped.

He looked at the young man who had been pushed to the ground, shook his head regretfully, walked over, and helped the young man up.

The young man's body is very light, but the poor man's body is strong, and he looks like the kind of person who has not had enough to eat.

"Well, every family has a difficult scripture to recite, and everyone has an unspeakable suffering!" He sighed with sympathy in his heart.

Whether it is a high-ranking prince or general or a down-and-out commoner, life is easy and life is not easy, each has its own sufferings, and each has its own worries. At this moment, Wang Yu deeply understands it.

He turned around, looked at the young people who were making trouble, and said, "We are all civilized people, why bother to fight and kill, put down the butcher's knives...uh... put down the things in your hands, let them go!"

The bald head saw that there were still people coming to support the scene, he was stunned for a moment, and then carefully looked at Wang Yu's attire, but he was wearing an ordinary school uniform, although clean and tidy, but he was not a rich boy wearing a famous watch and a ring. identity.

This time, the bald-headed aura was even more attractive, and he said fiercely: "Damn it, which onion are you? It's none of your business here, so get out of here!"

As he spoke, a young man stepped forward and pushed Wang Yu.

Wang Yu's strength is not comparable to these small gangsters, but he was melancholy and sympathetic to the poor people, so he took two steps back in cooperation, and said politely: "Big brothers, it's not easy for others to make a living. , and what kind of income can literary youths have? You just ask him to change places. Why ruin his job? Now that he can’t eat and you can’t get money, what’s the point? Besides, art , and it is not something that ordinary people can appreciate, but the creators have spent countless time and effort, I do not agree with your approach."

Wang Yu said a lot about criticizing dregs and criticizing dregs.

Behind him, the young man in the peaked cap kept tugging at him, trying to make him stop talking. If he continued talking, the other side would really attack.

Sure enough, the corners of the bald man's eyes twitched, his expression was unbearable, and he finally took a deep breath and said, "What I hate the most is you, a Tang monk!"

"Call me!" The bald man waved his hand, greeted his younger brother, and rushed towards Wang Yu.

In the night, passers-by gave way one after another, and there were no ones to watch the excitement. In such a slum area, there were a small group every three days, and a big fight every five days. They were used to it. As long as they didn't involve themselves, they would treat it as if they didn't see it. .

However, passers-by who witnessed the scene of the incident knew that Wang Yu, who had acted bravely for a righteous cause, was about to suffer. There were so many people in front of him, and they were gangsters who specially collected protection fees in this area.
However, the ending of the fight was not what passers-by thought.

In less than a minute, five young men with bald heads and four younger brothers were lying in front of Wang Yu's body. They failed to pretend without any suspense.

Wang Yu's strength was 1v5 and he completed five kills.

"Hey, they are all civilized people, why bother to fight and kill them?" Wang Yu said with emotion in his mouth.

"Next time you fight, remember to find some belts, bricks or something, it hurts to use your hands, do you understand those with anti-injury armor?" He rubbed his sore fists again and complained.

On the ground, the bald head and the others kept screaming, cursing: "Boy, wait for me, damn it, you are so strong, it hurts me to death!"

Saying that, the bald head took his younger brother and ran away in despair.

Behind Wang Yu, the young man selling paintings was stunned. He beat five of them by himself, awesome!

What's even more incredible is that Wang Yu knocked down one with one punch, which is simply exaggerated!

The passers-by around were also dumbfounded. Wang Yu punched someone and almost threw him into the air with one punch. My dear, what strength is this!

Wang Yu turned around, glanced at the young man behind him, and said, "Go home, don't sell paintings here in the future, they can't find me, but they will inevitably not revenge you!"

Wang Yu thought for a while, then took out 300 yuan from the purse, put it in the young man's hand, and said, "You take this money, and it will be regarded as compensation for your loss. Goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned and left.

To be a good person, enough is enough, and he doesn't want to be entangled in this kind of thing, he is just a passerby, walking around the world with his sword, helping others without leaving a name!

As he walked, Wang Yu laughed. He felt that he was very strong and manly.

However, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Looking back, the young man who sold the paintings just now followed behind with his fragments in his arms.

In the night, he could be seen faintly. The young man was wearing an old peaked cap. He had fine eyebrows, fair skin, and bright eyes, but his body was thin and frail, and he was dressed in ordinary clothes.

He froze for a moment, then said, "Didn't I tell you, pack up and go home, I'll give you all the travel expenses!"

He smiled, and said: "You can go to big cities for literature and art, but you can't set up a street stall. Come on!"

However, he didn't care about it anymore, and walked away.

The night was darker.

Because it is the end of summer, at night, the heat of the day dissipates, and the evening breeze blows, bringing a little bit of coolness, penetrating the skirt of the clothes a little bit, giving people an inexplicable feeling of comfort.

Wang Yu walked for a long time, but heard footsteps behind him again.

The boy who sells paintings is here again!
He turned around, stopped, and looked at the young man seriously.

The latter only looks about sixteen or seventeen, his eyes are clean and pure, like a baby who has not experienced the hardships of the world, bright as gems.

He also couldn't see the purpose of the latter, so he thought he was asking for help, so he took out another 200 yuan and said, "If you feel that the money is not enough, I will give you another [-] yuan, so you don't want to follow me. obedient!"

He handed the money to the lad.

However, the young man shook his head and returned the 300 yuan in his hand to him.

Seeing the young man's actions, Wang Yu understood the latter's meaning and asked, "You don't want money?"

The boy nodded.

"Okay!" Wang Yu said, shaking his head, and took the money back without forcing.

Since the young man made people feel good, he also showed due respect.

After finishing, he smiled, then ignored it, and left freely.

As he walked, he wondered why this man didn't speak from the beginning to the end?
Thinking about it, he looked back, but the young man was nowhere to be seen.

(End of this chapter)