Hot Blood: The Big Villain is Me

The enraged Shangdao completely lost his mind. With bloodshot eyes, he rode on Hua Heng's body, swinging his fists mechanically. Even though Hua Heng had been beaten into a coma,

Shangdao's fists still did not stop, and every blow brought up pieces of blood.

The onlookers had different expressions, but there were generally two reactions.

One was the people who won the money, their faces full of excitement, howling with excitement.

The other was the unlucky people who bet on Hua Heng to win, who were furious at this time, and those who lost everything wished they could go down and beat Hua Heng in the ditch into a pulp instead of Shangdao.

"Fuck you, country bumpkin!! Bastard!! My money!!"

"I will start to bring people to block you at the entrance of the ditch every day from tomorrow! I will beat you up every time I see you! Bastard!"

"Where did this idiot named Hua Heng come from?!!"

""Is that idiot scared to death?!"

All kinds of unbearable curses even drowned out the cheers of the winners. If the gambling fight was not organized by Dong卐, the losers would have rushed off the stage to vent their anger.

In the stands, there were a few people who curled up as much as they could, with worried and frightened faces, afraid that people around them would recognize them.

These people were Hua Heng's classmates who were beaten to the ground. They also came from the ditch.

Although they were very worried about Hua Heng who had turned into a pig head, they were more worried about being recognized as a group by the angry audience.

No Good boys are a general term.

Some bad boys are full of vigor and fear nothing, and fighting is commonplace.

Some bad boys are just filling in the numbers, and they become bad boys just to be independent and attract other people's attention. Such people only dare to show off in front of honest people who are weaker than them. Once a fight really breaks out, these people run faster than rabbits.

Hua Heng Wudao and his friends from the suburbs of Tokyo are such people.

Although Tokyo is an international metropolis, there are still underdeveloped economies. The suburbs, Hua Heng and his friends, came from there.

In the countryside where there are not many bad people, Hua Heng Wudao and his friends are naturally rampant, but in Shibuya, these guys are like dust in the air, so insignificant.

If they hadn't been so self-righteous and ran to Shibuya No. 3 Middle School to act like masters some time ago, and were taught a lesson by Akaishi and others and forcibly taken as slaves, I'm afraid Hua Heng Wudao and his friends would never have had any intersection with Dong卐 in their lives.

The four people in the ditch were fidgeting, their fists clenched, veins on the back of their hands bulged, they bit their lips tightly, trying hard not to cry.

Among the four people , the middle school student with purple curly hair sitting in the middle had a ferocious, hesitant, and fearful look on his face, his head turning around as if he was looking for something.

After a moment, his eyes were fixed on Shimizu Masaki, who was smoking a cigarette with an expressionless face not far from him. The constantly changing expressions on his face only left a ferocious look.

After making a decision in his heart, he stood up suddenly, ignoring the surprise in the eyes of his companions, took out a paper cutter from his pocket, pushed out the blade, knocked away the audience around him, and quickly rushed towards Shimizu Masaki who was not far away.

"Shimizu Masaki!!!"

As he was about to approach Shimizu Masaki, the purple-haired junior high school student yelled

"Hmm?"

After hearing the voice, Shimizu Masaki turned his head and looked at the

""Puff!"

The sound of the sharp blade piercing the flesh was drowned out by the noise all around. Except for the people around Shimizu Masaki, no one else in the junior high school noticed the movement here.

Shimizu Masaki widened his eyes, quickly raised his foot, and kicked the frozen purple-haired junior high school student. Then he quickly stood up, holding the wound that was constantly bleeding with his hand, staggered back a few steps, and shouted sternly:"Hold him down!!"

Five or six delinquent boys from Shibuya No. 3 Middle School standing around suddenly woke up as if from a dream, rushed forward with anger on their faces, and pinned the purple-haired junior high school boy to the ground.

It was not until this time that the audience who were watching the gambling fight reacted and saw that Shimizu Masaki's white shirt was stained red with blood, and they were immediately shocked. Some of these spectators were delinquent boys from junior high school, and some were members of other teams in the East卐, so although they were in a commotion when they saw Shimizu Masaki being stabbed, they were not scared to death.

The delinquent boys from junior high school all stared at the dead boy with wide eyes. The purple-haired junior high school student who was pinned to the ground was shocked.

Shimizu Masaki was the captain of the special attack team of the Tokyo 卐会 3rd Division of the Wanshi Empire headquarters, equivalent to the third person in the 3rd Division. How dare someone stab him with a knife?!

Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the East 卐 3rd Division?!

The East 卐 members were shocked at first, and then they became angry and glared at the purple-haired boy fiercely.

Damn it! How dare you attack the East 卐 people? Don't you want to live?

The air in the entire open-air park suddenly solidified, and the cheers and curses disappeared at this time.

Everyone was in a complicated mood and didn't dare to speak casually.

"Adon?!!"

"what's the situation?!!"

"Ahh...

"These guys are accomplices!!"

"Catch them!!"

"Don't let them run away!!"

The Dong卐 member who was closer to the three of them roared in anger when he saw this, and rushed over in a hurry.

In two or three moves, he subdued the three people in the ditch and dragged them from the steps to the ground.

Xiaodao still didn't care about what was happening outside, and was only focused on beating Wu Xiaodao.

Seeing this, a Dong卐 member frowned, stepped forward and kicked Xiaodao to the ground

"Martial arts!"

"Wake up!"

"Something happened!! Wudao! Get up quickly!!"

The three people who were pressed to the ground by the Dong卐 members kept struggling in the ditch, looking up at the unconscious Hua Heng Wudao and shouting anxiously

"Ha! So this idiot is one of yours too!"

A member of the Dong卐 group who had bet on Hua Heng Wudao had a ferocious look on his face, as if he had found an outlet for his anger, and he kicked the bespectacled bad guy who was subdued under his feet fiercely.

""Ouch! It hurts! Stop kicking! Wuuuu!"

After being kicked several times, the fear in his heart and the pain in his body suddenly broke his tense nerves. His tear glands were out of control and tears and snot came out together.

Shimizu Masaki on the steps had a pale face, and his right hand pressed the wound tightly. He shouted to the men around him:"Who is this bastard! ? Who knows him!!"

After discovering that Shimizu Masaki was injured, Akaishi, who hurriedly ran up the steps, changed his expression drastically, and said with a wry smile:"This guy is also from Gouzhong, and he came with today's contestant Hua Heng."

Damn it!

If I had known that these bastards in Gouzhong could cause such a big trouble,

I would never have let these country people be slaves!

At this time, Akaishi looked at Shimizu Masaki with a gloomy face and regretted it to death.