Xu Xi's face turned red and she glared at him, but she found that Yan Baiye didn't look at her, as if he didn't mean it.
Yan Baiye's heart at this time: "..."
"You move back a little." Yan Baiye said.
Yan Baiye: "You really don't give me face? Think about it again, don't regret it later."
Shao Yong pointed at Yan Baiye and cursed: "Fuck your mother, face, face, I give you face? Who the hell are you? What's the difference between you and a pile of dog shit on the ground."
"Pretending in front of me, Shao Yong, you are looking for death!..."
Yan Baiye grabbed the Remy Martin bottle on the table and threw it at Shao Yong.
The heavy foreign wine bottle was as fast as a cannonball. Shao Yong, who was cursing, turned his head alertly and the bottle flew over his face.
Bang! It hit the wall, and the wine and glass splashed everywhere.
Yan Baiye: "I will beat you to death."
...
The people in the outer circle No. 2 Middle School saw Shao Yong's posture and immediately talked about it.
Wang Boxiao said without showing any emotion on his face: "Is Yan Baiye addicted to pretending? If Shao Yong really fights, he will be beaten to death, really."
"Why?"
"Shao Yong was originally a member of the provincial wrestling team, but was expelled for fighting. He came back and followed Zhang Shiwen. He is the best fighter under Zhang and is particularly ruthless. My dad said that in the early years of fighting, Shao Yong was a ruthless man and killed many people." Wang Boxiao said.
"No way, murder..." Some girls don't believe it. It's hard for good kids on campus to believe how sinister and bloody society is.
Shi Xueyao's fair face immediately became anxious, and she stomped her feet and said, "Yan Ye, come back." People were about to stop the fight.
Without Wang Boxiao and Lin Lei's signal, Luo Xue had already grabbed her.
"Let me go, who is Yan Baiye doing this for!" Shi Xueyao was angry.
Zhang Ying and Wang Qingqing lowered their heads and said nothing.
Lin Lei suddenly said, "He angered Shao Yong, it has nothing to do with us."
Wang Boxiao suddenly said, "Let Shao Yong vent his anger, and the matter will be over. Now things are complicated, he caused it himself."
The others lowered their heads.
Xu Xi stared with dignity with her phoenix eyes: "I think you are the cowards. No matter what you say, Yan Baiye is trying to save me."
Shi Xueyao: "Me too!"
Bang! The sound of a broken foreign wine bottle made the people in No. 2 Middle School quiet down.
Shao Yong twisted his neck and creaked: "Okay, okay, I haven't heard anyone threaten me for a long time."
Yan Baiye watched him roll up his sleeves calmly, glanced at his ears, dumpling ears, and asked: "Are you a wrestler?"
Shao Yong nodded in agreement.
Yan Baiye: "No wonder."
Wrestling is one of the strongest and most difficult one-on-one fights.
It is particularly difficult to deal with.
This is the fighting experience learned from fighting in the underworld after being released from prison in the previous life.
In his previous life, Yan Baiye was sentenced to three and a half years in prison for excessive self-defense when he was a freshman.
It took him only one month to go from fear to wildness in prison.
The harsh environment caused Yan Baiye to explode completely, which was also related to his childhood.
He was adopted by adoptive parents at a very young age.
His memories before adoption were very vague, and his memories of his parents and home were very vague. In his memory, he lived in a very large villa with a garden.
The memories in between were gone.
The memory jumped directly to when he escaped from the welfare home and wandered on the streets until his adoptive parents brought him back to raise him.
After three and a half years in prison, Aunt Xueying was seriously ill and hospitalized after she came out, and she needed a lot of money.
And he couldn't even find a decent job because he had a criminal record, let alone making a lot of money.
Yan Baiye was desperate, but fortunately he had honed his strong fighting skills in prison.
With the help of his cellmates, Yan Baiye represented a small boss who ran a toy factory to fight underground black boxing.
Underground black boxing is regarded as a fictional joke on the Internet.
But it actually exists, not fiction.
Of course, the legend about Marcus and Tang Long is a product of bored netizens' fabrication.
The real underground black boxing is organized by local rich people. Most of them are small factory owners.
This group of people have made money and like to pursue excitement. They play a lot of cockfighting and dogfighting, and also black boxing.
The boss will find boxers to represent the game and then place bets.
They usually find athletes from sports schools and provincial teams who come out to fight.
Yan Baiye remembers that the opponent in the first boxing match was a former Sanda student from the provincial sports school.
The location was in an abandoned factory building, and the venue was very empty and simple.
The bosses drove in, without too many rituals and rules.
Yan Baiye received 8,000 yuan in remuneration for the first boxing match, and because he won, the boss gave him an extra 2,000 yuan.
Throughout his black boxing career, Yan Baiye had 23 wins and 1 loss.
The only match he lost was against a wrestling team from a sports-rich province, who was said to have the potential to join the national team.
Later, the money earned from boxing could not cover Aunt Cui's sky-high medical expenses.
He took the friends he met from boxing to rob the Shaba on the battlefield, and since then he has embarked on this road of no return.
The past scenes quickly flashed through Yan Baiye's mind.
He was filled with emotion.
Standing still made everyone think he was scared to the point of being in a daze.
Shao Yong looked at him arrogantly and smiled: "Are you scared? Kneel down and kowtow, and I will consider forgiving you."
Shao Yong had scars on his face and his skin was as rough as orange peel. His smile was ugly and scary.
"I don't want to have anything to do with you hooligans anymore, why do you have to force me?"
Yan Baiye lowered his eyes and silently loosened his collar. When he looked up again, his eyes were like eagles and wolves, and he smiled: "I will really beat you to death."
Shi Xueyao stamped her feet:
"When did you keep pretending to be stubborn?"
"You want to die!"