Chapter 23: Unconventional Fugitive, Rock On!

  On the court, my four brothers and I held baseball bats, looking rather shifty, with a hint of gangster style. Wang Mu's hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and he had a strange box hanging from his chest, giving off an otherworldly vibe, but he was already prepared to pick a fight.

  We arrived at the stadium and waited for over 20 minutes, but didn't see a single person. Chenchen was getting impatient and cursed loudly: "Is this idiot afraid? It's freezing cold, is he playing tricks on us?"

  "According to Ge..."

  "Shut up, stupid!" We chimed in unison before Wang Muming could finish speaking, and he looked like a guilty child, hanging his head and fiddling with the small box.

  "Wait for five minutes, if he doesn't come, go to the dormitory and scold him!" Weiwei expressed her own opinion.

  He had just finished speaking, when my phone rang. I took a look at the unfamiliar number and hesitantly answered: "Hello? Who is this? ......Damn it, okay, you wait!"

  "Who's the idiot?"

  "Yes, he told us to go outside the school and said that if we settle it inside, it won't end well. He said that if we don't go, we're cowards!!"

  "Come on, a basket is just a basket, he's the same inside and outside school, screw him!" Kai said with disdain.

  "Go, that grass is going to be the death of me today. I've got to break its legs and stick it in the oven to sell as roast chicken!" Chenchen took off like a shot, running out of school.

  We five went out of the school gate, crossed a street, and in a small alley, we saw Hu Ziwen and others. This look is not good, it's a big deal, behind Hu Ziwen there were at least 30 people, all holding sticks, among them several I had seen before, they were Huang Mao's little brothers who often came to school to collect bottles.

  "Hmm, you dare to come again? What's going on? Just the five of you? The Five Tigers of Mount Wolf Tooth?" Hu Ziwen was quite arrogant, asking several rhetorical questions in a row, with an air of having already won.

  Wang Muming didn't even wait for me to speak, shook his messy hair and walked over with a baseball bat, leaving us stunned and unsure of what he was going to do.

  Wang Mu's movements were as elegant as a master's, every gesture exuding an air of superiority, his opponent looked puzzled, unsure what he was doing there.

  "Caonima, what the f**k are you doing?!" Hu Ziwen was stunned, he had never seen anyone fight like this before. I saw him seemingly saying, "Do we need to send a messenger now just to have a fight?"

  "Let me ask you something, did you just catch your breath!" Wang Mu's tone was tinged with the melancholy of a noble, exceptionally elegant and calm.

  "Damn it, aren't you out of breath?" Hu Ziwen was somewhat at a loss and responded with a sentence.

  "That's it! I've had enough of your nonsense!" Wang Muming said, his hand moving swiftly and fiercely, the baseball bat raised high. With a loud "crack", he hit Hu Ziwen's arm, and Hu Ziwen clearly didn't react in time, directly falling to the ground. It was possible that even now, he still hadn't figured out what Wang Muming wanted to do.

  "Fuck your mother, get him!" someone on the opposite side shouted, and the crowd surged forward like a tide towards Wang Mumu.

  "Are you afraid?" I asked several brothers.

  "If heaven has feelings, then heaven is also old. Move my brothers, all dry!" Huanhuan shouted first, without caring how many people were on the opposite side, and charged forward with a stick.

  "Come on, brothers! Let's get started, all of us! Go!"

  We several echoed and shouted loudly, following him to rush forward. At this moment, there was not a single thread of fear in our minds. Friendship is greater than heaven. You dare to hit me with one punch, I dare to stab you with one knife, using evil to punish evil, using violence to control violence.

  Due to the narrowness of the hutong, having more people doesn't necessarily give them a big advantage. I don't know if that stupid B Hu Ziwang has watched too many Young and Dangerous movies, but he insists on picking a fight in a hutong, or a playground, maybe this way he can find some Chen Ho-nan's feeling.

  Five or six people waved their sticks, like raindrops, hitting Wang Muming's body. Fortunately, the alley was relatively narrow, otherwise they might have been trampled to death. Wang Muming tightly grasped the baseball bat and rolled around on the ground.

  Kuai Kuai was the first to arrive at Wang Mu Mu's side, he fought like a madman, specializing in hitting vital parts, one stick directly smashed onto someone's head, the solid wooden baseball bat was so hard, that person's forehead instantly flowed with fresh blood, covering his head, and fell to the ground.

  "Son of a bitch!" I took a step forward and blocked the stick with my body, shielding Wang Mumu. My back, which was covered in scars, suddenly felt an intense pain. I gritted my teeth and stretched out my hand to grab Wang Mumu's wrist tightly.

  "Are you kidding me? You're not even close to my level!!” Chenchen grabbed someone's hair, quickly head-butted the person's chin with her forehead, and with a "peng" sound, that person was knocked over. Then Chenchen stepped on the person's face and swung the baseball bat in her hand.

  "Crack!"

  "Ah!"

  At dawn, a stick directly hit the man's leg, and we could hear the crisp sound of fracture. The man let out a miserable cry and rolled around on the ground in extreme pain, "Are you crazy? Are you still arrogant?"

  Morning after morning, one stick after another, hit on that person's leg, didn't care about the person's miserable cry. Zhang Wei was more rational and quickly pulled Morning away, shouting: "Are you stupid? Want to cause serious injury?"

  "Damn it, don't pull me back! Today I must take down one of them. One leg is worth 2 million, and I can afford it. I'll tell you all today, if anyone dares to bully my brother again, I'll kill you all!!" Chen's eyes were red, not for anything else, but because Wang MuMu was like a boneless person, covered in blood, with at least four or five wounds on his head, and he was being supported by me.

  The people around were stunned, they had never seen anyone fight like this before. Lei Lei had already thrown the baseball bat and was grabbing Hu Zi Wen's head, continuously banging it against the wall. Hu Zi Wen's face was covered in blood, his voice was getting weaker, and if he was hit a few more times, he would definitely die.

  "Alright, alright, don't crash into each other!!" Wang Mumu weakly shouted.

  Kuai Kuai was already seeing red at this point, he hadn't taken a few beatings, just now he was the first to rush over, directly charging towards Hu Ziwen, who knows how many times he had been ambushed from behind, his temples dripping with blood, who had hit him like that? He, who had always been somewhat crazy, would absolutely not let it go.

  "Hey, buddy, let him go! We can talk things over. We're just here to do business with money, don't make it a matter of life and death!" A leader-like person on the opposite side pointed at Qiangqiang and said.

  Zhang Wei also admired these two lunatics, who had exhausted their strength to pull open the door for Weiwei. At this time, a switchblade appeared in Weiwei's hand, and I knew at a glance that it must have been snatched from Huziwen's waist.

  "Is that the guy with the yellow hair? He's pretty cool, right?" Lei Lei suddenly broke free from Zhang Wei's arm and ran towards a small brother of the yellow-haired guy who was on the basketball court that day.