Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

If these guys really don't let go, he plans to do it.

Just when Wan Feng was about to make a move, Zhu's second child inside heard Wan Feng's words and looked back, as if he knew him.

"You let him in, and I'll see if he's rude."

When the second pig spoke, Xiao Ping turned away with a cold face, and Wan Feng rushed in aggressively, walking up to Luan Feng's side.

"Don't be afraid! It's just a few bastards."

After comforting Luan Feng, she turned to look at Zhu Er Er: "It's you again, Zhu Er Er, yesterday I ate six popsicles for nothing, what are you going to do today? Playing hooligans in broad daylight!"

Hooliganism was a very deterrent term at that time. If a woman shouted the word "hooliganism" on the street, there would be a lot of brave people.

Those three words like later generations have evolved into joking words and have no deterrent effect.

"Little boy, what are you talking about? Who are you calling a hooligan?" The second pig stared.

"I said you are playing a hooligan, get out immediately."

"Don't talk nonsense, I just took a fancy to this girl. It's not illegal to ask her if she has a date, right? If she doesn't have a date, I'm going to have a date with her."

To be the object of your paralysis, with your toad-like face, would Luan Feng take a liking to you?

"Get out! If you don't get out, I won't be polite." Wan Feng gritted his teeth and roared out a word.

The second pig's expression changed: "Aha! You're welcome even if you don't have all your hair. You dare to take care of my business. If you don't give me some color, you don't know how powerful I am. Beat him up!"

While talking, Zhu Er Er slapped him, and at the same time, one of the two people behind him also rushed up to attack Wan Feng.

Wan Feng dodged back, passing the slap on the cheek by Zhu Er Er, and at the same time swung the empty wooden box in his hand, and the wooden box slapped the head of the young man who rushed up.

With a sound of "Bang!", the unsuspecting young man probably didn't expect a child to dare to fight back, so the bottom of the wooden box hit him on the head firmly.

Although the wooden box in the cold drink factory is not very thick, it is also very thick because it has been penetrated by water vapor all the year round. This time, it can still be shot on the head with the effect of flying Venus.

The young man was hit so hard that his body swayed twice, and there were gold stars flying around in front of his eyes.

The young man took two steps back with a dazed expression. He rubbed his head hit by the wooden box with his hands. It took about ten seconds for his eyes to shoot a fierce light.

"Little bastard, are you so fucking tired of living, dare to hit me, let's see how I take it..."

Before the young man finished speaking, the wooden box in Wan Feng's hand swung up again, and flew towards his head again.

In this kind of situation, don't argue if you can do it, and don't reason with the other party if you can solve the problem by doing it.

Chapter 93 The Light of the Knife

This time, it is not the bottom of the wooden box that is running towards the opponent's head, but the edge of the wooden box. If it is cut, the damage caused is guaranteed to be greater than the bottom of the wooden box.

If it is not done well, a pit will appear in the head.

Seeing that the wooden box was about to cut off the young man's head, another young man flew up and kicked Wan Feng in the diagonal stab.

Affected by this external force, Wan Feng staggered and the wooden box in his hand emptied.

The young man who kicked Wanfeng was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, when another box flew by, and a box of popsicles fell from the sky and clattered onto his head.

Luan Feng made a move.

Just now she was indeed frightened by Zhu Er Er's actions. It turned out that the legendary hooligans really existed.

Just when she was at a loss what to do, fortunately Wan Feng felt it.

Seeing that Wan Feng was about to suffer a loss, Luan Feng felt a sense of arrogance out of nowhere, and covered her head with the box in her hand.

However, after she put a box of popsicles on the head of the young man who kicked Wanfeng, she was stunned, staring blankly at everything in front of her and became confused again.

"Stinky bitch, dare to plot against me." The young man whose popsicle had been deducted wiped his face, then waved his hand and slapped Luan Feng on the face who was still bewildered.

"Don't think that I dare not hit you because of a woman! Give me something you don't want."

This slap was a little too much, Luan Feng's face turned red and showed a clear handprint.

The anger in Wan Feng's heart burned instantly, he turned around and rushed towards this guy, swinging the box in his hand towards his head and smashing it down.

Zhu Er Er, who had been standing watching the excitement since the slap was thrown, gave a cold snort and suddenly stepped forward, punching Wan Feng on the left side of the face.

This punch directly caused Wan Feng to stagger twice and fell to the ground, and the box in his hand flew out.

Wan Feng felt a little dark in front of his eyes, and his head felt dizzy.

This punch was very hard.

"A little bastard dares to act wild here, so that you will remember your uncle Zhu's name in the future."

Although Luan Feng was slapped, she regained consciousness. Seeing Wan Feng being knocked down, her eyes poured out, she knelt down and grabbed Wan Feng's arm and began to cry.

"The paralyzed old man is not dead yet, why are you crying?"

With a roar, Wan Feng pushed Luan Feng away and stood up unsteadily, covering the beaten part with his hands, and looked directly at the second pig who had just shot at him.

"Pig Er, I will remember your name, but you will definitely remember mine too."

Wan Feng stretched his right hand behind him and pulled it out suddenly. With a flash of light, he drew a short knife from his back waist.

This short knife is more than half a foot long and has a wooden handle, which is now held in Wan Feng's hand.

This was originally a knife of unknown purpose in Wanfeng's grandma's house. It also had a wooden sheath. The knife and the sheath had been hanging on the wall of the mansion for an unknown number of years.

After returning from the riverside last night, Wan Feng always had the feeling that something happened the next day.

He found the knife out of the mansion, and it took half an hour to sharpen it, which was already rusty.

He had brought it here with the scabbard on his belt in the morning.

At that time, knives and guns were not yet under control, and they could be seen everywhere. Not to mention a knife, even a gun was nothing unusual.

Therefore, it is extremely normal for him to carry a drawn knife on his body.

He had a conflict with people from the sports school yesterday, and today he was also worried that those people from the sports school would come to retaliate against him. If he really couldn't handle it, it would be a good choice to use this knife to scare people.

But now Wan Feng's purpose of taking out this knife is not to scare people, he is really going to stab it into Zhu Er Er's body.

Stabbing him to death is not the idea, but bloodletting the second pig is a must.

"Tell you, my surname is Wan. I'll see if the blood on your body is red today." Wan Feng shouted and swung his knife and rushed towards the second pig.

Zhu Laoer can become a man of the day in the Warriors' Commune after more than ten years. Of course he is not a fool in his bones. When Wan Feng pulled out the knife from behind, he saw it.