After the phone call, Wen Zhong made a preliminary experiment with the supernatural power he could control.
The flesh and skin of his hands burst open, and streams of mold mixed with the flesh and blood, using his body as a medium, quickly eroded the entire table.
Seeing that the table was covered with a layer of mold that looked like a thin velvet tablecloth, Wen Zhong couldn't help but poke it.
After a soft "pop" sound, the table shattered into pieces.
I didn't expect this ability to be quite useful.
After the experiment, Wen Zhong found that there were actually more bacterial marks on his body. This also sounded the alarm for him. It seemed that the power involved in the supernatural should never be used indiscriminately unless necessary.
However, if he is unfortunately involved in a supernatural incident again, how can he use this ability to save his life?
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Today was originally the school's back-to-school day.
But Wen Zhong didn't want to go back, after all, he was no longer a normal person.
"Let's find a place to eat something first." Wen Zhong stretched out, feeling a little hungry after sleeping all morning.
After washing up, Wen Zhong went downstairs, thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and made a call, saying, "Hey, Lao Huang, where is your kid now?"
While talking on the phone, he got on a shared bicycle.
The old Huang in Wen Zhong's mouth is called Huang Gongming. He is a die-hard among Wen Zhong's friends. The two have known each other for more than five years.
"Lao Wen, I'm at Xingqi Internet Cafe. Come over here and avenge me!" A voice full of grievances came over as soon as the call was connected.
Huang Gongming is considered a rich second generation. He dropped out of high school to help his family. Because of this, he usually has a lot of free time.
Haha, this kid is probably being abused again.
"Ten minutes, wait for me ten minutes and see if I don't kill them all!" Wen Zhong gestured and punched the air several times.
"Seriously?" Huang Gongming knew that today is a school holiday, "Then come here quickly, I'm almost beaten to death!"
"It's safe." Wen Zhong hung up the phone, pedaled and rode towards the Internet cafe.
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Xingqi Internet Cafe, second floor
As soon as Wen Zhong went upstairs, he was startled because there was actually a nationally protected animal jumping around in front of his eyes.
Wait, he seems to be...Huang Gongming?
"Old Huang, are you...y?" Wen Zhong pinched his thigh hard to stop himself from laughing.
With her plump body, dark short sleeves, and two big dark circles on her fair face, she also makes people laugh because of the strange news. She is simply a living national treasure.
"What the hell, Lao Wen!" Seeing his friend actually making fun of him, Huang Gongming's heart felt dizzy.
"I'm not telling you that I'm about to be beaten to death."
Only then did Wen Zhong see a few gangster-looking men standing behind Huang Gongming, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared.
"Hey little fat man, is this the helper you found?"
The leader was a Shamate with yellow hair. He looked at Wen Zhong carefully and said with a smile: "He's quite fair, but I'm afraid his small body won't be able to withstand the cannons of my brothers."
After saying that, Huang Mao pinched Huang Gongming's face and laughed, and several people around him also laughed when they saw this.
Huang Gongming lowered his head in frustration and said nothing. At this moment, he began to regret that he should not have involved Wen Zhong in this kind of thing.
"These friends, I don't know why my brother offended you and greeted him like this." Wen Zhong didn't care what they thought, he stepped forward and pushed Huang Mao away.
When Huang Mao saw that Wen Zhong actually dared to push him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he put on a scoundrel look: "Oh, everyone must have seen it, this kid actually dared to attack me."
After hearing what he said, several people around him immediately pretended to be victims and "pointed" at Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong didn't refute when he saw this, he sneered in his heart and made up his mind to teach him a lesson.
"Lao Wen, don't be impulsive. Let's apologize to him." Huang Gongming stepped forward and pulled Wen Zhong's clothes and whispered.
"Forget it? I just want to forget it after apologizing. Then where can I put the face of Prince Huang?" Seeing the two whispering, Huang Mao immediately stepped forward and grabbed Wen Zhong's collar. "You kid beat someone in public.
, Don’t even think about leaving if you don’t accompany me today.”
"Obviously it was you who bullied people first..." A timid voice came from the side.
Everyone turned around and saw that the person speaking was actually a six or seven-year-old little girl with braids.
Seeing that it was a little girl, Huang Mao let out a "ha" and said with a smile: "Little sister, haven't your adults ever told you to mind your own business when you go out?"
Then he turned to look at Wen Zhong and said, "Bah, you are such a coward. You actually have to rely on a child to speak for you."
Looking at the little girl trembling with fear from Huang Mao, Wen Zhong felt that a string in his heart had broken.
"Try saying it again."
"Um?"
Suddenly Huang Mao felt that he was hit by a car in the chest. He only heard a bump and his back came into close contact with the wall of the Internet cafe.
Before Huang Mao could react, Wen Zhong stepped forward and put his foot on Huang Mao's chest. His eyes were blood red and his expression was cold: "Do you want to die?"
Huang Mao felt that he was about to fall apart, and when he was stared at by Wen Zhong's indifferent eyes without a trace of human emotion, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He wanted to speak, but Wen Zhong's chest was tightly stepped on, and he couldn't say a word.
"Now, someone tell me what happened to my brother." After saying that, Wen Zhong glanced at the remaining people expressionlessly.
The other gangsters had never seen this posture before. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Wen Zhong. In the end, it was only when Huang Gongming came over and pointed at Huang Mao's nose and scolded him that he knew the whole story.
"Xiao Huangmao, weren't you very naughty just now? Didn't I just touch you when I was walking? Why don't you naughty now?"
"You...you...wait for me...wait!" Huang Mao's face swelled up when he saw Huang Gongming actually dared to scold him, and then he uttered a few harsh words.
Wen Zhong couldn't help but sneered when he saw that Huang Mao still wanted to speak cruelly.
"It seems that my attack is not heavy enough, okay." After Wen Zhong finished speaking, he raised one foot and stepped hard on Huang Mao's chest, and then kicked him on the chin with a flying kick.
After doing all this, Huang Mao lay on the ground like a dead dog. If his chest wasn't still heaving, everyone would have thought he was dead.
"A small gift for you. Keep your eyes open from now on and don't bite anyone you see."
Of course Wen Zhong didn't really want to kill Huang Mao, but beating him so hard and whether there would be any sequelae was beyond Wen Zhong's consideration.
"Listen to me, don't let me see you around here again, otherwise I will destroy you once I see you." After saying that, Wen Zhong helped Huang Gongming and left the Internet cafe.