"Fuck it!"

A young man with a shiny and lustful graceful grinding suddenly threw the drunk beer bottle on his hand to the ground. After a crisp sound, glass slags splashed everywhere.

Just like his dignity that had been rubbed to the ground.

This person was the middle-class young man who was thrown out by the Internet administrator Hong Tao in Bai Qing’s Internet cafe this morning.

At this time, he was sitting on the chair with a ferocious face, and there was a bowl of ramen that had just been served in front of him. However, at this time, he seemed to have no intention of focusing on the ramen in front of him, and just kept gritting his teeth.

After drinking, the humiliation he suffered during the day once again came to his heart, making it seem like a flame was constantly burning in his heart.

He thought he was a well-known figure on this street, with many friends, so who wouldn't give him some face? However, today he was like a ball of rag and put it on his neck, which was simply slapping him in the face.

He has never suffered such grievances when he grew up so old?

He was roaring desperately like a wounded beast, as if he wanted to vent all the depression in his heart.

Just next to him, there was a shiny bald man sitting, also the one who appeared in the Internet cafe with a young man from the middle school in the morning. He looked at his friend with a hideous expression in front of him, but his face looked like he wanted to speak but stopped.

A beer bottle, but it was several cents long, and he just fell down like this. He couldn't help but feel a little painful.

At the same time, he also knew very well that this morning, they had done a little too much and could not blame others.

However, the wronged friend of mine was his brother who had fought with each other and could slap each other's hands, so those words of persuasion could not be said, so he could only sit there and drink in a depressed manner.

"No, I can't just forget it. I'm still a person in this area. If I lose face, I must find it back!"

The young man in the middle class slammed the table suddenly and shouted loudly as if he was venting.

The diners around first looked at him with a look of mental illness, and then continued to quietly eat the ramen in front of them. This scene was no longer surprising.

Besides, it’s not up to you, you can eat your own things, and do whatever you like.

"Zhang Zi, let's have a meal first. If you don't eat, the noodles will be lump." The bald young man on the side frowned slightly, and then whispered to his friend.

If you don’t eat ramen for two yuan a bowl, it’s a waste. This little money is enough for half an hour to go online.

"Liu, wait, you go and call someone and call all the brothers you know. I won't believe it, meow!" The young man from the middle class turned a deaf ear to his friend's words, but said in a deep voice to the bald head in front of him who was called Liu, with a cold expression, with an unconcealable murderous aura in his tone.

And he himself picked up the phone book he carried with him and began to search for the paging signs of his friends from it.

Looking at Zhang Zi, a young man from the middle class who was already busy, the bald Liu hesitated for a moment and did not call people as Zhang Zi said, but said to Zhang Zi in a tentative tone: "Zhang Zi, ask me to say, forget about this..."

"Forget it?" Zhang Zi, a Chinese young man who was looking for contact information, suddenly stopped his movements, then raised his head and stared at Liu with a cold look. Seeing his appearance at this moment, he seemed like a wounded wolf: "I lost such a big face today, how could I just let it go? My buddy has been so wronged since I was a child?"

After a pause, his eyes turned a little unkind when he looked at Da Liu: "Da Liu, what do you mean? Why do you still talk to your enemies? Today I gave up my face, but you actually asked me to forget it? Are you still my brother?"

Hearing Zhang Zi’s cold words, Liu opened his mouth and subconsciously wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed the words to his mouth again and said nothing. He looked at Zhang Zi, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: “Okay!”

After hearing Liu's words, Zhang Zi's expression calmed down a little, and then the two began to flip through the phone book they carried with them, looking through and discussing with each other.

At around 6 pm, people came to the agreed place one after another, with a total of thirty or forty people.

Everyone was strolling on the street, and they looked down on their heads and saw each other without looking up. In addition, there were some friends and so they were basically acquaintances, and they were greetings and laughing at each other, and the scene became very lively.

Looking at the thirty or forty people behind him, Zhang Zi showed a look of pride on his face. Although there were some big boss-level figures, he had spent a lot of favors and face to invite him. However, so many people were enough to show his popularity and means, which made him feel like he was huddled in front of him, as if he could go anywhere in the world.

And with so much help, why worry about not taking revenge?

At this time, he had already imagined that when they appeared at the entrance of the Internet cafe, the damn Internet administrator and the owner of the Internet cafe were so scared that he shivered and cried and apologized.

Thinking of this, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

He raised his arms with confidence and shouted, and then the group walked towards the door of the Internet cafe.

Since you are seeking revenge, you naturally have to show your momentum. Therefore, it is an inevitable choice to show your shirtless tattoo.

These thirty or forty people were indeed very spectacular when walking on the road. The passers-by around couldn't help but cast strange eyes, and then avoided them from afar, for fear of causing trouble.

This scene of the gods rushing to the Yi greatly encouraged Zhang Zi's confidence and pride in his heart. Even the steps under his feet couldn't help but become more forceful.

Humph, I'm back again. What kind of grudges do we have? Let's resolve them later. Today I'll let you see that there are still some people in this world that you can't afford to provoke.

Can't you fight? Can you beat one, can you beat ten, twenty, and thirty?

If you don’t beat you up, my face will be full of peach blossoms, today I will take your surname!

Zhang Zi looked full of energy. He felt that at this moment, he had reached the top of his life...
Chapter completed!