+++ "Hey, wait, I remembered. He is indeed not a treasure of the Zhou family. I heard my second aunt say that this boy was picked up by the Zhou family. As for his name, it's hard to say." Gua Wazi picked out a pea-sized piece of booger from his nose and flicked it to the ground with his finger.
++++The boy's head buzzed. This was the first time he heard someone talk about his life experience. He only knew that his parents died when he was five years old due to accidentally eating poisonous wild vegetables. He had been fostered in his uncle's house since he was a child and was raised by his grandmother.
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++++ Several other gangsters were suddenly frightened. In their impression, Ma Xiaosan had always been a submissive loser.
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++++Several people came forward and surrounded the young man.
++++ The young man was not afraid. He loosened Gua Wazi's collar, pushed him away, removed the bamboo basket from behind and put it aside. He picked up a thorny cane as thick as an arm and placed it across his chest. He scanned the opponents with his eyes. Suddenly, his hands danced The cane, swish, swish, the cane turned over, and suddenly it seemed to turn into dozens of sticks. The young man's face was hidden in the phantom of sticks that followed him everywhere. Wherever the cane touched, there were either "ouch" sounds or shouts of curses. Those people retreated one after another, with several sticks already on their faces.
++++Hou Datou took the lead and led these yelling brothers and ran away. As he ran, he turned back and shouted at the young man+: "Good boy, just wait, I can't spare you..."
Concept: The truth is sometimes cruel