When the school's overlord "Three Jue Shou" pushed his weak classmate into a bucket of dirty water, Gu Ran crushed the pen in his hand. He had been practicing fighting since he was a child, but he was outnumbered and was blocked in a back alley by the Iron Hands. He was covered in injuries and his dignity was ruined.
In a desperate situation, Fatty Wang invited reinforcements - an equestrian from the same school. When we first met, this guy was wearing a flirty floral shirt, riding a broken stroller and yelling "Tornado Charge"! Gu Ran's mouth twitched: Is this funny enough?
Until in the abandoned warehouse, Iron Hand blocked them with a grin. Sneak attacks by ghost hands, frequent vicious moves by poisonous hands! The equestrian in the colorful shirt had a cold look in his eyes. He swung his stick like a poisonous snake out of its hole, grabbing the joints and ligaments with all his moves. His attacks were ruthless and ruthless, completely different from the other two!
"Today, the three of us will pick on all of you!" Gu Ran tore open his blood-stained school uniform, revealing bruises all over his back. Shen Yan pushed up his glasses, his wits racing in his mind. Equestrian shook off the blood on his stick and put on his smile that didn't deserve a beating: "Grandson, do you enjoy your Grandpa Ma's 'entertainment'?"
Overthrow the Three Jue Hands? Just the beginning! In the darkness, the cold gaze of the "Three Rakshasa" has quietly locked onto this storm that is subverting the order of the campus...
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This could have been the most passionate and realistic thing I have ever seen
This could have been the most passionate and realistic thing I have ever seen