Then Song Baojun took out a Heshui brand cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He lit it for himself, and slowly sprayed two thick smoke from his nostrils, saying, "Are you accepting?"

Without waiting for Long Ya to reply, he continued to slap his mouth straight for the third time: "I think you are not convinced at all, so let's see if your mouth is hard or my hands are hard."

Several consecutive slaps made Long Ya's cheeks swollen, and two caries in the gums were shaking. Ma Guodong and others stayed on the side as if they were earthy.

Song Baojun found that his palm was stained with vomit at the corner of Long Ya's mouth, and he felt a little disgusted for a moment, so he threw him on the ground, raised his foot to hit his head, face, ribs, lower abdomen and other parts. He also had to put one hand in his pocket and the other hand to hold the cigarette butt. The hooligan was very swaying, and his shirtless look was full of ruffian spirit.

He looked at everyone, and shouted with Feng Xiaogang's momentum when he first appeared in the movie "Kung Fu" and said, "There is still - who -!"

Ma Guodong was cold from the beginning to the bottom of his heart, his hands and feet seemed to be tied tightly by an invisible rope, and he couldn't lift it even if he lifted it. Your uncle! I didn't expect Song Baojun to hide so deeply. Who knew that he was so perverted before? He was so perverted that he could be described as "I was angry and even scared myself."

Even the famous baseball players such as Dong Changhe were unable to survive for five seconds under Song Baojun's violent personality, and Long Ya was even more unbearable.

There was a bang under the hard-soled leather shoes, and Long Ya rolled back and forth without any strength to fight back. He kicked from the door of the dormitory to the middle until he was stuck by the table. Song Baojun was exhausted too much and could no longer help but panting.

He took a puff of cigarettes and looked at the boys around him who were silent and said, "Who will tell me where is the IOU? Where is the money you cheated? Where is the mental loss compensation for us? Who participated in the collective fraud event last night?"

He swept everyone's eyes one by one, pointed at Ma Guodong and said, "Don't look at me with innocent eyes. Stand out and honestly explain the problem and there is still a way to save me."

Ma Guodong dared not not respond. When he walked halfway through the young wife, Song Baojun rushed over and raised his foot and kicked: "You TMD are slow, aren't you breastfeeding today?"

At this time, Song Baojun was at the end of his strength, and his adrenaline began to drop. He didn't have much strength on his feet. Ma Guodong staggered and hurriedly avoided. He had been scared to death, but he didn't expect to get the difference. He begged: "Ajun, in fact, it was actually Long Ya who asked us to work with Tan Qingkai together. He was the mastermind, and at most we were just accomplices."

"Do you know now that things are serious?"

"I know, I know."

Song Baojun used the action of smoking to cover up his weakness, and said with an extremely awesome look with his eyes squinted: "Tan Qingkai is my brother of Song. You are just messing with him. If there is any difference in the future, I will tell you that you can't make it at Chazhou University." In the past, others used to threaten him with this sentence, but now it's his turn to scare others.

Tan Qingkai's mind thundered, and a feeling of emotion soared. He couldn't say anything in his heart. He felt something rushing out of his chest.

It was at this moment that Tan Qingkai, a loyal lackey of Song Baojun, never changed his determination in his life. Even in the most difficult and stormy moments of Song Baojun in the future, he never gave up his loyalty to Brother Jun.

"Yes, yes, yes." Ma Guodong, Guo Jun, and Zhou Xiang nodded at the same time.

Song Baojun pointed at Ma Guodong and said, "Remember, from today on, Class 1, Class 2, Ancient Chinese Department of Chazhou University, I, Song Baojun, have the final say!"

Long Ya, who was covered in dust, took out an IOU written on A4 paper and handed it over. Although he didn't say anything, this action was already a surrender to show weakness.

Song Baojun didn't even look at it, and held his cigarette butt in his mouth and said lightly, "I will forgive you if I eat it."

"Brush!" Long Ya's face was expressionless and tore off a piece of paper and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, his fingers shaking.

Ma Guodong and others were all scared. TMD Song Baojun was too terrifying! If he had known this, who would have dared to offend him! And Deng Yanlin hugged under the table and remembered that he had moved his butt inside.

After smoking a cigarette, Song Baojun threw away the cigarette butts, touched it in his pocket and wanted to smoke another one. Seeing the opportunity, Ma Guodong quickly found the "Rose King" cigarettes worth 35 yuan per box under the pillow in a bunk behind him, and respectfully presented them with both hands, and smiled apologized: "Song, Ajun, Brother Jun, smoke this."

Song Baojun's violent personality has gradually faded away, and the philosophical personality has regained his thinking. However, the situation is complicated and he dares not make any mistakes. He quickly let the vulgar personality who likes to pretend to behave and play a role. If it comes to scaring others, it is the best way to have vulgar personality.

He took the cigarette without hesitation and said, "I like this cigarette, you can get two of them tomorrow and put them on my bed."

"Yes, yes." Ma Guodong felt that Long Ya used to call himself a school overlord, and was simply weaker than Brother Jun.

After Long Ya finished eating the paper, his face was whiter than the paper. Song Baojun said, "What about the money he cheated, do I have to ask how many more times?"

Deng Yanlin finally got out of the bottom of the table, put a stack of banknotes on the table, and whispered with his head down: "It cost 320 yuan to treat you to lunch today, and there are more than 3,900 yuan here."

"If you spend as much as you spend, you can pay for it yourself. Do you want me to teach you?" Song Baojun raised his hand and gave him a big mouth without saying a word.

Deng Yanlin covered his face and had to take out his wallet from the other pocket. Just as he was about to count, Song Baojun snatched it, and took out about seven or eight hundred yuan inside, and threw the empty wallet back to him, saying, "Do you want to bargain with me too? Well, for the sake of the classmates' love, I originally planned to ask you to pay 5,000 yuan for mental loss, but now it's exempted."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, as if the death row inmate had just sat in the electric chair and was about to execute the execution, someone rushed in and said that the power was out of power today.

Unexpectedly, Song Baojun said again: "In the future, everyone pays 500 yuan in protection fees every month. Don't blame me for not notifying you in advance."

"Ah? No?" Ma Guodong and others were sweating profusely.

"After paying the protection fee, tell me what happens, and I will provide you with protection." Song Baojun looked around and said, "If anyone has any objections, it's better to raise it immediately. If something happens in the future, unless you don't want to study at Chazhou University."

"I, I have a problem." Deng Yanlin raised his hand timidly and said, "I, I'm nervous recently. Can you give me a little less?"
Chapter completed!