While the clone was concentrating on thinking, he saw several figures flashing past the alley entrance, their bodies filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol, and they walked in sideways.
A burst of vulgar words also rang out, filling the alley.
Just by looking at the looks of these people, you can tell that they are not good people, but the kind of idle market scoundrels.
They don't have much ability, but they are pretentious. They can't accomplish much, but they are very good at making troubles.
These ruffians had vulgar language and exaggerated and unrestrained actions. They were obviously in a state of drunkenness.
Because of the hot weather, these people had their chests and arms exposed, and their shiny skin had hideous black patterns.
Tigers and leopards are painted with dragons, thorns, phoenixes, and they seem to be the protective colors of animals and insects, declaring to the same kind how hard they are to be messed with.
"I don't know why, but I really want to kill these trash!"
The clone looked at the scene in front of him coldly. It was these guys who made themselves suffer a lot of humiliation for no reason back then.
I wonder what will happen if the original scene reappears today?
The clone has made up his mind, even if the main body chooses to let these ruffians go for some reason, he will not let these guys go.
Just like a troublesome mosquito, if it flies around without mercy, just slap it to death!
Even though the opponent had already turned into withered bones, Tang Zhen still didn't mind killing them again, even if he had to suffer the corresponding backlash.
It's just a few ants, and the cause and effect involved is not worth mentioning for a Creator!
While I was thinking about it, I saw those ruffians stopped and stood in the middle of the road, laughing and cursing wantonly, looking completely unscrupulous.
Their eyes swept across the alley from time to time, and a glimmer of expectation seemed to flash through their hazy drunken eyes.
You can tell by their eyes that these guys with evil smiles clearly want to cause trouble.
As long as someone enters the alley, they may become the target of these gangsters and be made trouble by them.
From the perspective of a bystander, Tang Zhen's encounter may have been just bad luck.
He met a group of ruffians who were deliberately provocative, so what happened next, perhaps everything can only be said to be fate.
The sound of bicycles was heard again, and Tang Zhen, who had been working all day, walked through the alley, looking exhausted.
Seeing those drunken gangsters, Tang Zhen subconsciously slowed down and tried to pass through slowly.
As a result, as soon as he approached, a gangster suddenly turned around and kicked the car.
Tang Zhen was caught off guard and was kicked to the ground. His knees and elbows were bruised and he was bleeding profusely.
Those ruffians burst out laughing, especially the guy who kicked the bicycle, who was laughing so hard.
"What do you want to do?"
Tang Zhen got up from the ground, a ball of anger rising in his heart. He was sure that the guy was deliberately trying to kick him down.
He is poor and short-minded, and he doesn't want to cause trouble, but that doesn't mean he will let others bully him.
When you are young, who can lack blood?
"Whatever I want to do, I just want to beat you. Are you so unwilling to accept it?"
After the ruffian heard what Tang Zhen said, he immediately swung his arms with his neck stiffened, rushed to Tang Zhen like a fighting cock, stretched out his hand and pointed at him.
The smelly saliva, split the head and face, the smell of the smell of the mixed sweat oil of the tobacco and alcohol, which makes people feel like to vomit.
After getting close to Tang Zhen, this guy became even more irritable, as if he had a deep hatred for Tang Zhen.
He stared at Tang Zhen with bloodshot eyes, poked Tang Zhen's chest with his fingers holding a cigarette, and sprayed a mouthful of smoke mixed with saliva on Tang Zhen's face.
"Aren't you convinced? How dare you do anything to me, you resist a big poor guy!"
The scoundrels next to him were watching with vomiting and joking expressions on their faces.
No one stopped the behavior of his companions at all. On the contrary, they were happy to hear about it.
That's what it means to be like a raccoon dog.
How could Tang Zhen endure such humiliating behavior when he was pointed at his nose and cursed?
Subconsciously reaching out his hand, Tang Zhen pushed the ruffian hard, pushing him back two or three meters.
The ruffian screamed and cursed, but his companion's expression changed and he immediately rushed forward.
"Kil him to me!"
The ruffian who provoked Tang Zhen earlier yelled in a furious voice, with a ferocious expression on his face.
If the situation develops according to the situation back then, Tang Zhen will be besieged by a group of ruffians and beaten black and blue in the end.
Afterwards, these ruffians left happily, but for some special reasons, Tang Zhen could only grit his teeth and swallow the bad breath.
Now that yesterday has reappeared, is everything still the same as before?
Just as the clone was secretly guessing, the fists and kicks of those ruffians had already fallen on Tang Zhen, and he subconsciously protected his head and face and retreated to the corner of the alley.
At this time, Tang Zhen's heart was full of anger. He had no idea why he was the target of these scumbags.
He is already cautious enough to try not to get into trouble, just because his family environment does not allow him to do so.
But even so, there are still people who deliberately insult others, which is simply too much!
The more Tang Zhen thought about it, the angrier he became. His anger was like an erupting volcano, instantly breaking through the defense line of reason.
Looking at the gangsters who were yelling curses and punching and kicking him at the same time, Tang Zhen clenched his fist and punched an ugly face hard.
He just fought back subconsciously to show that he was not being bullied, but he didn't know that he was completely different from the past.
So when he punched out, he heard a crisp "click" sound, accompanied by a short scream.
Tang Zhen was stunned for a moment, thinking that his fist had hit a bag full of tofu. The feeling was extremely weird.
There is a slippery and greasy feeling on the fist, which is warm and has a slight temperature.
"What's going on?"
Tang Zhen's heart was beating wildly, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.
He immediately widened his eyes, retracted his fist, and looked over.
The fist was bright red, covered in blood and other things, but it was not his own.
The surroundings became quiet, and the ruffians who had been filled with anger just now looked at their companions in astonishment, with horror and disbelief in their eyes.
The ruffian who was hit by Tang Zhen's punch was standing there like a statue with a deep punch mark on his face.
The fist marks were so obvious that one could tell at a glance that this guy had been severely injured.
The problem is that no matter how powerful ordinary people are, it is impossible to do this and forcefully smash a fist into a person's face.
Unless he is an iron fist with strength comparable to that of a machine, he simply cannot do this.
But at this moment, no one was thinking about this at all. The gangsters just looked at the fist marks on their companions' faces and felt their legs trembling.
They had fought before and had been injured, but this kind of weird injury was something they had never seen before.
"Dead!"
Involuntarily, these ruffians immediately had such thoughts in their minds, and immediately became completely drunk.
An emotion called fear burst out instantly and filled their hearts.
Obviously these ruffians are not fearless, they just haven't encountered anything that scares them. Now when they encounter it, they immediately become emotionally out of control.
"People are dead, the strongman was beaten to death!"
A ruffian shouted loudly, causing this terrifying emotion to completely explode, and then it became a complete mess.
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