Jianghu Years

[Pure gangster + group portrait + realism + counterattack + first person] They say that the world is like a knife's edge licking blood. I don't care about that. All I know is that in my sophomore year of high school, I was called a bastard and was pushed to the ground and beaten. Calling the police is useless, the school doesn't care, and I can't even get the money for the medical examination. Later, I took matters into my own hands and hit Zhou Lei with a brick. From that day on, I was no longer the Wang Shenglong who received subsidies, lived in a leaky mud house, and was trampled upon by others. There is no good luck that comes out of nowhere, and there is no unearned respect. Every inch of standing was gained with fists and scars. I want them to know that even if a bastard goes crazy, he can kill someone!