American Man: Go with the Flow

Amir explained that he was just a little short-sighted. Dave had wronged him. He recognized the wind when he walked. He really didn’t have the contemptuous look. He was a good student with both good character and academic performance. Harry agreed with Amir’s explanation.

But Dave disagreed. Harry watched him irritably accuse Amir with his hands, saying that Amir had broken his heart. It was all because of the courage Harry gave him, which made him very hurt.

Another teenager who lacks self-confidence in the second grade of middle school. Hey, America, you should pay attention to ideological education.

Pressing Dave's hand, as Harry expected, there was a mission: "Dave wants to get back the fear of him in Amir's eyes. He wants to be the king of the campus, help him achieve his wish and make him realize the reality."

Harry was happy. It had only been more than half a month since he returned to school, and he had run so many tasks. He was about to take off. However, he had just completed the task of the big and strong brothers. It seemed that there were more tasks than the other. Experience like fighting was really not enough. It would be too high.

The mission for a middle-aged boy like Dave shouldn't be too high. The mission would definitely be "Let him recognize the reality." There was no choice.

Harry didn't want to bully middle school students. It would be great if Amir read his books while you sell your drugs. So he said to Dave, "Well, classmate Dave, I'll take Amir to get glasses." He doesn’t need to look like that anymore, can you think of it?”

Dave stopped there with a "click". He heard something. I accused you so seriously of causing serious psychological trauma to me, and you just said lightly, "Okay, I'll get him some glasses."

Do you know what that look means? It's like looking at garbage, or garbage that has been put away for a long time and has become moldy.

He had only seen this kind of look on his father. That was when he was caught peeking at the girl next door taking a shower when he was 12 years old. The neighbors blamed him, but his father only looked at him and did not help him. He should have come out to help him at that time. , but he didn’t, he just looked at him like he was looking at trash. He, Dave, was not trash.

What he cares about is other people's accusations and scoldings. No, he doesn't care at all. What he cares about is that look. He didn't make that look disappear at that time, but he will do it this time.

His hard work for so many years is not to tell others how great he is, he just wants others to know that what he failed to do back then, he must do now. It is not that he must make that look disappear, but he must not let others Look at yourself again with that look.

Dave didn't agree with Amir's explanation. He didn't see the look in the other person's eyes that was afraid of him before. It was the fault of the monster in front of him. This monster gave the nerds courage, and he was going to smash them all today.

Turning sharply to look at Harry, Dave was startled when he met Harry's fierce eyes, and quickly ran to Randall's side. Harry expressed his innocence. This was his calmest look, okay?

"It's him, the leader of the Devil's Gang, Harry of Warcraft, get rid of him, this time the goods are 20% cheaper," the startled Dave immediately said to Randall.

"As you wish." Randall, the leader of the motorcycle gang, was happy. He wanted to get more and earn more this time.

Harry felt really speechless. Even the middle school boy couldn't listen to other people's explanations. Looking at Randall walking by with a cigarette in his mouth, it seemed that there was no more talk.

Ask Amir and the others to retreat with the two pig heads. Amir said that they can also fight. Harry said that he was afraid that he would fight you too. Amir and the others retreated obediently. Big and small Zhuang were too late to be happy when they saw someone helping them to avenge themselves. The first time he ran back, the policeman lost all consciousness.

"Have a cigarette." Harry said to Randall, who was standing in front of him with a cigarette in his mouth.

The leader of the motorcycle gang looked at the boy who was not intimidated by him and was slightly smaller than him, and handed him a cigarette and a lighter.

"This is nothing personal," Randall said.

"Well, I understand, you also have a job." As the eldest, Harry understood why the other party stood up for his younger brother.

"Harry." Harry stretched out his hand to see if he could take on another task.

"Randall." The other party shook it.

There was no task triggered, and there was nothing more to say. The hand I held slowly increased its strength.

Strength 7 and Stamina 8 made Harry invincible against normal people. Randall's expression slowly changed, while the boys behind him were laughing and teasing.

Randall couldn't stand it anymore. His right hand was held and he punched it with his left hand. Harry caught it with his other hand.

"Can we solve the problem peacefully now?" Harry was really not interested in a useless fight.

The boy behind Randall realized something was wrong, took the stick from the motorcycle and walked over with the chain.

Randall is a veteran and knows that the other party is not easy to mess with, so he lowers his head first and beats the other party with his younger brother later.

"Yes, yes, yes." His hand felt like it was about to break, and Randall immediately gave in.

Harry looked at the dozen or so big men coming with weapons from behind, and let go without wanting to make things worse.

Randall waved his hand to reduce the pain, took the stick from a big man, and shouted without any morals: "Go up and start a group."

Harry, who had no chance of fighting, had no choice but to rush over. Amir didn't say anything behind him, but the onlookers from a distance looked dumbfounded. They counted, and it turned out that it was 1 against 18, and they were all big men. A true gang member in society.

Dodging a stick thrown down by a big man, Harry punched him away. He really flew away, and his teeth flew out.

Harry kept punching and punched another one. Two people behind him missed and hit him.

After two punches, the inertia of his body came to a halt. He was hit with a stick and an iron chain. It hurt. It hurt a lot. He had no choice but to protect his head first. Harry had no method to fight. He only relied on endurance and strength, but his endurance was 8. It means he feels no pain.

Harry said he regretted not learning how to fight. In his last life, the environment did not allow fighting. He didn't practice, so he only knew how to fight with his fist and hammer. In this life, he still relied on his fist and hammer. When there were more people, he could only defend first.

The head was bleeding, and it felt fine after touching it. The skin was just broken. The pain was painful, but it was bearable. After feeling it for a while, the bleeding was not serious. You can do whatever you want. Harry started to perform.

The fist-to-fist fight made the bystanders scream, and the scene of blood flying made them excited. Two big men fell, and there were 16 others. Six of them surrounded Harry and fought. Randall directed the others to finish the shots outside. .

Harry put down his hands to protect his head, ignoring the weapon falling on his head. He endured the pain and used the old method to grab a big man and punch him directly. The five people continued to hit him with their weapons. If there was an empty position, one from outside would fill in.

With real fire and turbulent feelings, Harry's fists became stronger and stronger, and he grabbed too many people at will.

"Crack" was the sound of bones breaking. Harry broke a big man's arm. It was so bent that even after it was connected, he couldn't lift anything.

Screams rang out immediately. This was the fifth person to fall. The big men saw the miserable state of their companions. The two people outside took the injured one away, and the others continued to beat him.

They don't know why, but they've all been hammered for a minute. Five of them have fallen down on their side. They can't get up after falling down. Why hasn't the opponent fallen down yet?

His head and body ached. Stamina 8 not only increased his stamina but also accelerated the regeneration and scabbing of wounds, but Harry was still furious. He ignored it and struck a ruthless blow, grabbing a straight punch.

"Click" the same scary sound sounded.

The ribs were broken, and a big man fell down without even screaming.

The big men were frightened, and they hit faster and harder. They were even faster than Whack-A-Mole in the arcade.

"Bah, bah"

After being hit with a stick and a chain on the head, Harry didn't even catch him and let them hit him directly. He went into boxing mode and punched straight. The sound of the opponent's bones breaking was heard, and then he received a stick on the head, breaking it. The skin bleeds, but it doesn't hurt.

With a straight punch, another big man's teeth flew out and hit the opponent's head. The sound of cracking the skull was heard. In exchange, he was hit with an iron chain on his body. With his clothes on, he couldn't see the injuries inside.

"Kakakakakakakaka", it was so amazing, the sound of seven broken bones sounded, in exchange for 2 rods and 1 iron chain, the four people behind them collapsed and wanted to run away, but Harry said there was no way, one arm per person.

His face was covered with blood, and his clothes and top were torn off, revealing the marks of being beaten with chains and his eight-pack abs. Even though his endurance was eight, it didn't mean he wouldn't bleed.

I wiped the blood from my face with my torn shirt. There was a broken skin on my head, but it felt like it was slowly scabbing and it was a little itchy. I was also a little hungry and it looked like I needed to replenish my energy.

Throwing away his clothes, he walked towards Randall. He was hiding behind him just now, directing in the early stage, and came up to join the group in the later stage. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people, he wanted to hide in the bushes.

But the people behind him didn't hold on, and before he could hide, his arm was broken and thrown away, leaving his eyesight exposed.

"Don't come over here." He threw the stick at Harry and reached for his waist to take out his gun. He really didn't want to take out his gun because there were too many people.

Harry looked at his movements and immediately accelerated, his Agility 4 was very fast, and broke Randall's arm with a punch.

"Click." "Ah." sounded at the same time.

"This isn't a personal grudge, is it?" Harry said calmly as he picked up the gun.