Jiang Qiao looked at the wall in front of him that was as tall as one person. Behind the wall was the huge No. 1 Middle School, and from time to time there were sounds of frolics coming from inside.
He deliberately chose a corner without cameras, and the old residential area behind him was quiet and deserted.
I put on the tattered clothes I brought from home, put on a mask, and put on a pair of shoes.
After waiting silently for half an hour, it was almost time for morning reading.
Jiang Qiao silently recited the spell to communicate with the elemental spirits, and the magic circle on his wrist suddenly lit up.
As he turned around, his face began to change, and the muscle texture on his face began to move like a sol.
At the same time, the fat and muscles on his body began to compress, and while his frame did not change, his figure actually looked smaller.
About five seconds later, Jiang Qiao turned into a completely different person.
He was thin, unshaven, and his eyes were numb.
He hunched his back slightly, pushed his right foot on the wall, and with a push of his hands, he easily crossed the wall and entered the campus.
…
Zhu Guanhua's class was in a separate building. It was supposed to be morning reading, but it was deserted here.
In a class, most of the seats are empty.
Only Zhu Guanhua and a group of his younger brothers were chatting and laughing here.
Most people in this class don't care about the college entrance examination. They have already been arranged for a way out, and it's just a long journey here.
In the near future, they will go abroad under the arrangement of their elders and inherit the family business.
Zhu Guanhua was currently surrounded by people in the back row of the class. There was no teacher, and he was surrounded by his followers, including those who threatened Cheng Ruoxi.
Zhu Guanhua enjoys this situation very much. Everything is under his control and everything must be approved by him.
Yes, that sentence is correct, power makes people young. Even in an insignificant high school, the power he held was pitifully small, and even all his actions were imitated from his father.
But the feeling of power coursing through my veins is still irresistible.
"Brother Zhu," one of them smiled flatteringly, "Cheng Ruoxi will give in soon."
Zhu Guanhua smiled and nodded without saying anything. He seemed to see a black shadow faintly walking by the classroom window.
But he didn't care.
The attendant next to him showed a lewd smile:
"Hey, anyway, we know where her home is. As long as she doesn't break the law, there's a lot we can do. Then we'll send a few people to spread the word, saying that she is a cold and hard-working girl on the surface, but secretly she is
I don’t know how much fun it is…”
The man's voice stopped suddenly, and he felt as if his arm was caught by something like iron pliers. The pain was so painful that he couldn't speak and could only scream.
The smiles on the faces of a group of people disappeared simultaneously, and they looked strangely behind the person who spoke.
I don’t know when there was an extra person!
He is thin and thin, with a face as sharp as a knife. He is wearing a black windbreaker and has a short haircut.
That cold look made everyone present feel afraid.
Zhu Guanhua was very calm. He frowned and said, "Who are you? Teachers can't hit people at will, right?"
Jiang Qiao didn't say anything, he just felt that Zhu Guanhua was really good at criticizing others and would accuse him of beating them up.
When Zhu Guanhua saw this, he felt something was wrong even more.
"Let me go!" The boy caught in Jiang Qiao's hand was still crying out in pain.
"Aren't you a teacher?" Zhu Guanhua said in a deep voice, and at the same time shouted to a person next to him: "Go and call the security department!"
"Don't worry," Jiang Qiao said with a smile, but that smile made several people present feel a slight chill, and the cold eyes made people even more frightened.
"Don't you like to play..." Jiang Qiao blocked them in a corner, "Then I will have fun with you."
"You, you, and you...you can go away." Jiang Qiao pointed to a few unfamiliar faces.
Those few people quickly slipped out as if they had received an amnesty.
Zhu Guanhua was a little panicked, but not too panicked.
In a society governed by the rule of law, would he still want to beat someone up?
He pretended to be calm: "What do you want to do? Tell you, do you know who my dad is?"
"You'd better not mess with me, haha, or I'll make you walk around without food."
"One, two, three...that's exactly the six of you." Jiang Qiao seemed not to hear, staring straight at their faces and counting, muttering something strange in his mouth.
Zhu Guanhua finally couldn't bear it anymore and thought to himself that this person might not be a lunatic.
Besides, six people on my side can't beat a skinny monkey?
He winked at the people next to him, moved his lips slightly, and silently recited 321.
It was too late, but soon, six people burst out together. Two people grabbed Jiang Qiao's shoulders, two hugged his thighs, and one person shook his fist violently towards his head.
Zhu Guanhua was the most insidious. He stared at Jiang Qiao's crotch, charging up his left foot for a critical strike.
At this moment, Jiang Qiao's right sleeve suddenly fluttered, and the magic circle inside secretly lit up.
Arc magic!
When Jiang Qiao came, he drew a total of four magic circles on himself.
One changes appearance, one is used to escape, and the remaining two are fireballs and arcs.
Stab!
Several tiny silver lights suddenly lit up in the empty classroom!
An electric shock-like feeling instantly penetrated the bodies of Zhu Guanhua and the other six people.
Jiang Qiao didn't intend to electrocute them. He had measured the voltage of arc magic, which was around thirty-six volts.
However, arc magic has a strange paralyzing property.
Those hit by it will be unable to move for a period of time, which will fluctuate depending on the individual's elemental resistance.
The muscles became particularly weak under the influence of the continuous electric current. The six people collapsed on the ground, and they even felt as if they were about to go into shock and faint.
How do ordinary people like them have any elemental resistance?
"Stun gun...?!" Zhu Guanhua was lying on the ground weakly. He had been shocked to the point where he couldn't control his body, was incontinent, and couldn't even use his brain.
He simply could not imagine that this was the effect that a stun gun could achieve.
The situation of the others was similar. They could only watch Jiang Qiao bend down and look at them with a cruel smile.
"It seems it's not fun enough." Jiang Qiao's voice sounded like a devil's whisper to them, "How about... something more fun."
Jiang Qiao walked down the aisle first and lay next to the person on the outside.
"What are you going to do?" the boy said hoarsely, with infinite fear in his sour words.
"Help you stretch your muscles and bones." Jiang Qiao slowly pulled his arm and twisted it hard.
"Ah--" The boy let out a blood-curdling scream, and his arm was dislocated and deformed.
Then the other arm.
Then there's another person.
"Ah——" there were several more screams.
Until Jiang Qiao turned his attention to Zhu Guanhua.
The latter swallowed his saliva and said with a sad smile: "What do you want, money? Here it is, all for you. My family has a lot of money!"