Lin Baimo returned home in a daze in Nangong Yu's limited edition sports car. When he came back, there was no one around. Nangong Yu seemed to dislike the old and crowded suite. After sending people home, Nangong Yu

He drove away in his sports car.

The high school is surrounded by a lively snack street. There are wide roads and crowded alleys. There are many people in the snack street in the evening, and most people come to feast at this time.

Nangong Yu drove his blinding sports car around the school several times. From the main road at the beginning to the streets and alleys later, he really found out after a inspection: flies are everywhere in daily life.

The same annoying garbage is really gone!

Could it be that the prodigal son turned back? As soon as the idea came to Nangong Yu, he was disgusted. Even if the prodigal son came back, it couldn't be a collective prodigal son turning back. It seemed that they had been dealt with.

If you think about it carefully, it's so terrifying!

….

In the rental house, after a simple meal, Lin Baimo was in an unreal feeling until he went to bed.

How could it not be real? Suddenly he became the dean. Although he was just the dean of a stray animal shelter, he was still a mascot...

"Who are you?" When he came to his senses, he had already sent a message to the group leader on his mobile phone.

"A person who needs your help." The group leader's answer was very simple, and he didn't even tell the cause. Perhaps because of Nangong Yu's filter, Lin Baimo subconsciously regarded the group leader as a rich second generation with nothing to do.

, maybe the reason why you helped him was because he couldn't stand it when he was bullied one day?

"Isn't it? Can I help?" Lin Baimo muttered, not quite believing what the group leader said.

Guessing without a clue, the time was getting late, and Lin Baimo, who was shrouded in sleep, gradually fell asleep.

The moonlight was bright. In another corner of this bustling city, a group of young people dressed as gangsters were running on the street with fearful expressions. Some passers-by were pushed aside and some were knocked to the ground. They were treated as innocent passers-by.

When he raised his head, he could only see the gangsters escaping in a hurry.

What happened? Did you take drugs? Passers-by who didn’t know the truth called the security team to report it.

In fact, the gangsters who wear cheap faux leather jackets, have their hair dyed eye-catching colors, and have half a pack of cigarettes in their pockets, who usually cheat people on street corners, are now in the biggest crisis of their lives.

Hey, this may sound funny.

After all, in the eyes of most people, these people's existence is just like garbage.

Except for the cleaners, no one is willing to clean up the garbage on the street. For the same reason, no one except the security forces is willing to deal with these little gangsters.

They are cockroaches living in the city. The value of life is no different from garbage. In the eyes of many people, the biggest crisis in the lives of these social garbage is probably their failure to cheat and deceive.

….

It can't be said that these little gangsters are usually without danger.

It's just that if they steal someone's things, they will be beaten at most, but the rewards are often much greater than the efforts.

Although it is very painful to be chased by someone, they will never use all their strength to run around like they are doing now.

Usually when trying to avoid passers-by, they will use clever routes to throw them away.

But now, they can't use this trick, and what's more terrible is that there is no one chasing them.

Starting early in the morning, they discovered something strange. There was an extremely powerful enemy dealing with them. Once they were alone, they would be knocked unconscious.

It doesn't sound like it's a big deal, but eight or nine people out of dozens of people in a group fell down, which brought quite a huge panic to the gangsters who had always had little literacy.

It is not terrible to have an enemy that cannot be defeated. What is terrible is that this enemy is everywhere.

The last second you saw him, he was still ten meters behind you; the next second you turned a corner, he might be staring at you with a smile on his face.

What they have been despairing about recently is not this, but the fact that no one except them can see this powerful enemy.

Even if you ask for foreign help, others will just think you are sick after taking too much medicine.

Who knows that gangsters are not a good thing in everyone's mind, so no one will listen carefully to what they are saying.

Even those relatives and friends were only perfunctory.

The gangsters who never took people's ridicule seriously, and who had always been drunk now, began to be enveloped in despair. It was also from today that they realized that they had been kicked out of the normal communication circle by most people.

.

At that moment, they were suddenly full of resentment. What they said was obviously true, but why didn't anyone believe them? And they thought they had bad intentions? They would end up like this, and it was definitely these people who didn't believe them.

Harming people!

….

"All living beings will get tired. They have been running for a day, and they will die suddenly if they go down again."

The little system yawned and "live broadcasted" the miserable situation of the gangsters in the cat house with a leisurely look. As early as the moment Mo Chuchen decided to help Lin Baimo, Ling Zimo's unstable luck began to stabilize.

and gradually increased.

Although in the end, even if Lin Baimo really became the son of fate, it had nothing to do with the small system, but the pleasure of "digging out" the son of fate with his own hands was real.

"Tired? How long do you think they will persist?" Mo Chuchen's cat ears trembled: "When they get to the security team, the illusion will disappear. There will be nothing to worry about."

The little system that was watching the live broadcast was spoiled, and it suddenly felt boring. It estimated that this group of trash really didn't seem to be able to break through the limit, and I was afraid that if they persisted, they would be sent to the security team soon.

"If you have time to read this, why don't you register a few more accounts for me and send money to Nangong Yu. By the way, it seems to be some kind of festival in this world in a few days. We should also prepare some small compensation for those old people whose identities have been borrowed.

." Mo Chuchen said while wagging his tail. Of course he couldn't just open an online account. For safety, he often dug up the information of some lonely old people to register, and after using it, he quickly logged out and threw it away, like Ji Ji.

A scumbag.

"I'm also looking forward to that shelter!" The small system is probably getting better and better at being a cat, and its aesthetics has completely shifted to the animals. As a system ball, it originally had no aesthetic preferences.
Chapter completed!