When everyone heard this, they were shocked, but the most shocked was the director of the teaching, and immediately asked: "Who, who wants to kill No. 3 Middle School?!" He is the school leader, and of course he is more concerned about this matter than we do.

Huang Jie said: "Dajun, Lao Luo, Lao Jiang and others brought a hundred people toward our No. 3 Middle School."

The director glared: "Pig Rong's person?!"

As he said that, he took out his cell phone, as if he was going to call Zhururong.

Huang Jie said: "Don't beat him, Zhu Rurong was rebelled by them, and he is lying in the emergency room now."

"What?!" The director was even more surprised: "They... dare to rebel against pork? How, how is it possible? Why?" He was so shocked that he couldn't even speak smoothly.

"Because Zhuo Rong wanted me to be the boss of Nanjie, but they did not agree, so Zhuo Rong turned against him. Now he has to come to kill No. 3 Middle School." After Huang Jie said this, except for us, everyone at the scene was shocked, and the director was even more shocked and could not say a word.

Just then, someone suddenly shouted: "They are here!"

Looking back, there was indeed a large group of people walking quickly a few hundred meters away, and they could feel the murderous aura they were carrying from afar!

Huang Jie shouted: "Brothers, please cheer me up for the Third Middle School and for the South Street!" The formation history was drawn.

Everyone shouted in unison, and the momentum was shocking. On the one hand, in order to protect our school, everyone felt a sense of unity against the enemy; on the other hand, Huang Jie was the boss of South Street whom Pork Rong appointed, which made everyone feel excited and felt that they were on the side of justice and justice.

This is what is called following the way of heaven and following the public opinion.

"Don't be confused, don't be confused!"

The director suddenly yelled: "Don't solve this kind of thing violently, I'll call the police now!"

As he said that, he dialed again: "Hey, is the Public Security Bureau? This is the gate of No. 3 Middle School. I am the director of No. 3 Middle School. More than 100 people from the society came to our school to cause trouble. You can send someone to deal with them!"

After hanging up the phone, he said to us again: "Don't be nervous, don't be impulsive!"

We all showed a look of disgust, and it was all on the verge of the arrow. Someone was whining here, which was really annoying. Huang Jie said: "Director, this person has arrived at the door. Even if you call the police, how long will it take for them to come? Even if you come, you can stop the melee of these hundreds of people? You have to mobilize the special police forces in the entire Dongcheng to stop it, right?"

"Then don't worry, no one is allowed to do anything!"

Huang Jie snorted: "That's not your choice!"

"Huang Jie, what happened? Can you bear the responsibility?!"

"Why do I have to bear it? They came to the door on their own initiative. We had to defend ourselves only. Do you think so?"

"Yes!" Everyone shouted in unison.

The director wanted to say something, but the army and his group were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped four or five meters away. After a closer look, it turned out that there were less than a hundred people, only sixty or seventy people. After all, they had fought a fierce battle with Zhururong before. Although they finally won a great victory, they also suffered some injuries, and at least 100 or twenty seriously injured were hospitalized.

The leader is still the army, Lao Luo and Lao Jiang, but what is a bit funny is that the three of them are now wearing different degrees of color, some with arms hanging and bandaged. Especially the army, they are almost mummified, with bandages wrapped around their chests and backs. They are all like this and they are still here to wash the third e-shot. Isn’t it really a gift to us?

It's simply, I don't know where they got the confidence!

Just because we are students, do we think we are easy to bully?

The army was also surprised to see that we had gathered two or three hundred people, but he quickly returned to his original state and sneered: "All out? It's great, so we can save us from going in!"

Huang Jie was about to speak, but the director of the teaching staff grabbed him and took the lead. He said, "Dajun, what are you looking for in our No. 3 Middle School?"

The army obviously knew our director, and also had some respect for him. His tone slowed down and said, "Brother, you have retired for more than ten years, right? Have I ever had trouble at your No. 3 Middle School in the past ten years? But today, my brothers and others have to come!" He pointed at us again, "Just these little lambs, want to take down South Street and replace us. Do you think we can sit still? The old ones have been in the country for more than ten years, and now someone is here to grab them, so we can't stay indifferent, right?"

The director looked at us, looked at the army again, walked two steps in place before saying, "Dajun, I heard you have turned the pork lore back?"

Dajun's expression changed: "Have you heard about this? That's right, we rebelled against him because he insisted on his own and wanted to pass the position of boss to that little pussy. My brothers didn't accept it! We have been following him for more than ten years, and there are hard work without any credit. He is a bit amazing in his work!"

The director smiled and said, "I can understand Pork Rong, because you are really not suitable to be the boss. Let's talk about your army. Although Kong Wu is powerful, he has no brains at all. If you are the boss..."

Before he finished speaking, Dajun interrupted him: "I'll go shit, can I be the boss? Is it up to you? You won't be fucking, don't interfere with our affairs. Get out of here, I'll take that kid's life today, whoever stops me will do it!"

The army pointed at Huang Jie and showed fierce eyes.

Huang Jie retorted: "It's not certain who wants his life."

I was a little anxious and thought that I would say nothing about him. I just asked him to say goodbye and everyone could go up.

There were only sixty or seventy people, and they were sure to be like grandsons. If they were dragged like this, the police would come. I was also anxious to avenge the pork lore. Monkey saw what I was thinking and told me quietly that Huang Jie didn't want to fight at the door of No. 3 Middle School. I asked why? Monkey said that No. 3 Middle School is Huang Jie's alma mater, and he didn't want his school to be ruined by these guys.

I nodded to express my understanding. No one wants his school to be messed up. We are doing it, but we don’t allow others to do it. It seems that people have the intention to say bad things to themselves, but they can’t say anything to others.

Dajun pointed at Huang Jie and scolded: "You little pussy, you still want to be the boss of the South Street? I will send you to the West today!"

As he said that, he acted as a show of going up. The director of the teaching yelled: "Dajun, you have considered it clearly. If you dare to make trouble in my No. 3 Middle School, it would be like offending me too!"

The army cursed: "Are you a bad guy? What's wrong with offending you? Don't say that you are no longer messing around now, even if you are still messing around, I'm not afraid of you! Brothers, come on! In addition to killing these guys, I will also smash No. 3 Middle School for me!" As soon as the words came, sixty or seventy people on the opposite side ran over. They knew that we were many people and dared to be so unscrupulous, but in the end they would not take our students seriously. This time they wanted to let them learn a lesson completely!

We were all ready and were about to pounce on us to fight when we heard a deafening roar.

"Dajun, I'll fuck your grandma!" The director of the teaching veins showed his blue veins, his face was rarely full of anger, and even his eyes turned red. He turned his head and shouted to the security guards and male teachers: "Get in and call people, call out the entire No. 3 Middle School boys, and fuck me these hooligans from the West Street! I want them to know what the consequences of offending the dean of a school!"

I shouted in my heart at that time, and the boys from No. 3 Middle School were shouting out? Including high school and junior high school, there were at least thousands of people. What does this mean?! This is not a group fight, it has become a war! The director actually took the initiative to ask people to fight in a group fight. This is the first time I have seen it in my life!

The security guard and the male teacher immediately returned to school, and we were involved in a melee with the opposite side.

As soon as the fight started, it was completely in chaos. No one could see anyone, so he caught the enemy in front of him.

I had a hand with a gangster from South Street. I held a steel pipe and he held a machete. Both of us smashed and chopped each other like we were desperate. I had injuries on my body, and every move I held the wound and hurt. It really affected my speed and strength. I didn't kill the minion in front of me for a long time, which made me feel a little anxious. After about two minutes, I finally got a chance. A tube was cut on his calves and he was exposed on the spot.

At this moment, a sound suddenly came from the radio on the campus of No. 3 Middle School.

"Hey, hey, all the boys from No. 3 Middle School listen. Now the idle staff in society are making trouble at the gate of our school. As long as you are still a handler, take the guys out of the school and fuck them hard for me!"

After hearing these words, my blood was boiling.

Looking back at the teaching building of No. 3 Middle School, a large number of students have already emerged. Not only boys, but also girls, all holding guys, regardless of whether they are carrying a handle or not, they are basically out. And more and more, like a tide, they are rushing towards the school gate, and joining our melee. In the past, we fought two or three, but now we are basically one of them, and the consequence is that when we look up, we are all our people, and it is difficult to find a South Street gang.

Oh my god, how can I fight this?

There was a student from No. 3 Middle School on the left; there was a student from No. 3 Middle School on the right; there was still a student from No. 3 Middle School. For a moment, everyone stared at each other and couldn't find the gangster from South Street. After finally looking at one, everyone rushed over, just like a rural business and eating a big pot of rice. They all squeezed over in a "rattle". They could only hear the screams of the man in the middle, and they didn't even know what was going on.

This was originally a grudge between us and Dajun and others. After being mixed up by the teaching director, it became a situation where the entire Third Middle School fights against the South Street sluts. This situation was something we had never expected before - who would have thought it would be like this!

Now we don’t know whether to cry or laugh.
Chapter completed!