The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

Chapter 22: grandstanding unfilial son 1

After leaving the small world and returning to the library, Jun Xin’s life returned to nothingness and boredom.

The same library has undergone a slight change.

Just by the fireplace, a mahogany desk appeared. There is a brand new computer on the desk.

Your heart is so happy for a moment. After turning on the computer, the joy instantly turned into disappointment.

The computer is not connected to any network, there is no entertainment software, not even word processing tools.

Its only function is to provide retrieval services.

The computer has a catalog of books in the entire library, and their location can be located through the computer. Pick the book you want to read, and it will grow wings and fly into his hands.

This kind of combination of high technology and magic, Jun Xin has long been used to it and no longer feels novel.

The point of comparison is tasteless, the retrieval function can only be used within the scope of the first layer. Not to mention borrowing books on high floors, he couldn’t even read the bibliography, and the retrieval system reminded him that his authority was insufficient.

“Users are requested to work hard to upgrade their authority. After the authority is upgraded, they will obtain the right to use the advanced floor and obtain high-level knowledge.”

Jun Xin didn’t want to work hard at all, he wanted to smash the computer, he seemed to destroy the library.

Whoever loves to stay in this ghost place wants to be free!

Those unfamiliar, unknown, high-level knowledge are very attractive to him, but no matter how much he learns, what is the use of being trapped here forever?

*

Just entering the small world, a sap hit his forehead heavily. Someone punched him in the temple, and he was kicked in the abdomen.

The wet red liquid slipped down, the **** smell began to spread, and your heart was full of rust.

His eyes darkened, and his consciousness began to blur with the sound of tinnitus.

fuck!

Even if he brought his own strength, he couldn’t prepare for being attacked like this!

Your mind is dizzy, and your body falls backwards uncontrollably. A pair of small hands supported him and stabilized his body.

“Master!”

“Master!”

The still immature voices called out in unison, and worries and fears overflowed from their voices and expressions.

A white shadow passed by him, it was a big boy with a strong figure, and something in his hand was shining with silver light.

Your heart is not good! He stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the boy’s wrist, and pulled the man back with force.

The person who was stopped began to struggle, and he roared: “Brother, let go! I’m not afraid of them! Fight with these beasts!”

Jun Xin tried his best to pull the rambunctious boy back and protect the person behind him.

The caring little boy helped hold the impulsive boy and removed the knife in his left hand, so he was relieved.

The boy was crying, resentful. A look of betrayal and betrayal on his face.

Jun Xinren was a little more awake, but his head was still dizzy, the feeling of nausea was very strong, and he didn’t want to speak at all.

“Hey, it’s interesting!” A burly man with a shirtless shirt and tattoos on his arms said contemptuously, “I can’t even protect myself, but I have to protect my brother. I have loyalty! It’s a pity that people are too ignorant to ask for a fight! With your small body, thin skin and tender meat, you can withstand a few punches from Lao Tzu?”

The boy behind him cursed, but his mouth was covered.

Junxin did not respond. He just clenched his fists, thinking about what to do next.

His mind gradually became clearer, and his vision began to recover. Jun Xin simply recalled the situation and made a cursory observation.

The original owner ran a troupe, but encountered a crisis in front of him.

The evening performance had not yet started, but a group of big men broke in and smashed it.

The tables, chairs and benches were all destroyed, and all the clothes were taken from the backstage by them, thrown into a big iron bucket and set on fire.

The original owner wanted to **** the outfit back, but was beaten.

The golden red flame scorched the heart of Jun Xin fiercely. A strong grief and anger erupted from the bottom of his heart, and he wanted to roar and cry.

In today’s environment, it is not easy to sing opera, and it is only after overcoming many difficulties that I gradually get better. But who would have thought to meet such a bunch of bastards?

If it was only him, he would risk his life to fight. But there are seven or eight children behind him.

The original owner was just 18 years old and dragged the children who were also underage to sing in a class.

He is the biggest one, and he has an obligation to protect everyone.

“It’s all old things that no one wants, brother, I’ll help you solve it.” The big man laughed: “Today is just an appetizer, so that you know how good your brother is. People, be sensible. You can’t go to a place without worshiping the wharf. The thing is ready, I’ll come and go tomorrow. Otherwise, you won’t even be able to eat in this area of Nanjiang Wharf.”

Jun Xin can understand that he has encountered the black society extorting protection fees.

Jun Xin weakly shouted: “You are breaking the law! We will call the police!”

The villains present seemed to have heard a joke and burst into laughter. The leader walked in. He grabbed Jun Xin’s chin and said arrogantly, “Call the police? Try it! The police in this area are all under the control of Lao Tzu! Sun Qingdong at Nanjiang Wharf, who doesn’t know how powerful Lao Tzu is!”

“I really don’t believe that there is no king law!” Jun Xin roared.

“Little baby, you’re crazy about singing and singing. The king of bullshit, I am the king of law!” Sun Qingdong said with a pair of fierce eyes, “If you don’t believe in evil, you can try it!”

Jun Xin was silent, not talking.

The boy behind him struggled again, trying to fight with Sun Qingdong, he didn’t want to be so useless. But the brothers in the same class held him tightly so that he would not cause trouble.

For a time, the sound of crying and whimpering became louder. The children don’t want to leave here, and they don’t want an accident with the two senior brothers!

Seeing that this group of children was finally obedient, Sun Qingdong didn’t plan to bother anymore.

“Tomorrow, honestly prepare for the hard work. The money is in place, and I will play your gongs and sing your dramas in peace in the future.” Sun Qingdong smiled contemptuously: “If you don’t give money, don’t rely on it. Clean up by yourself. Get the **** out of here, or I guarantee your hard days have just begun!”

After the threats were finished, Sun Qingdong left with a whole group of people scolding.

*

Jun Xin watched the group of people leave quietly, and there seemed to be no waves in his eyes.

The impulsive boy pursued angrily and wanted to fight to the death.

“Come back to me!” Jun Xin scolded.

The boy was aggrieved and said angrily: “You know how to yell at me! The group of turtle sons made a fortune just now. You can’t fight back, and you can’t fight back. What are you doing so fierce now?”

He is a martial artist in the class, and he should shoulder the responsibility of protecting everyone. He has martial arts skills, and he is not afraid of those ruffians! But his brother wouldn’t let him do it!

“What a fool!” the boy whispered.

The terrible talent left, and the two mainstays in the class quarreled again. The younger one started to cry, no longer restrained, and the older one started to wipe away tears.

“Why are you crying!” the boy said impatiently.

The younger brothers and sisters burst into tears.

“Are you chasing it out to die?” Jun Xin asked back, “Or do you think you can slaughter those scumbags with great power? Then take advantage of yourself for the rest of your life?”

“Then what should I do?” The boy gave himself up and sat down, and he wanted to cry: “The clothes are gone, the garden has been smashed, and the investment in crowdfunding has been lost. There is also a gang of underworld blackmailing, **** it. The landlord will definitely drive us away again…”

The boy gritted his teeth, his face flushed with anger, and hatred filled his handsome face. The boy also knew that he had gone too far. But he was suffocating, and he couldn’t let out his anger. He stubbornly didn’t want to apologize, and didn’t want to look at Jun Xin more.

Jun Xin couldn’t help but chuckle, and the boy looked back at him.

This boy looks really pitiful and cute. However, this reckless temper had to be changed.

“What are you laughing at? What’s so funny.” The boy became annoyed: “What shall we eat tomorrow? Can we still perform? Is it really going to be a mess? The yard has been destroyed like this, can you get your deposit back? ?

“Don’t worry so much about the children.” Jun Xin said, “Don’t worry, I have my own plans.”

“What’s your plan?” the boy asked in disdain. Because Jun Xin repeatedly prevented him from acting, he disliked him a little.

Jun Xin smiled lightly, took out the phone from his pocket, and shook it at the boy.

“Don’t you think that I will really be bullied in vain?” Jun Xin asked: “Today’s loss, today’s sin, all have to find those **** to come back!”

He just wants to be fair.

He really wants to see that in this society ruled by law, the underworld that “covers the sky with one hand” has no one to control it!

The boy was stunned, his face stunned. He seemed to have guessed the class master’s plan and gained a new understanding of his senior brother.

Everyone’s crying stopped. They didn’t quite understand what the class leader would do, so they all wiped away their tears and waited and watched.

*

Half an hour later, Jun Xin edited a short video and posted it on the famous short video website Kuaiyin.

“Unscrupulous underworld smashes, smashes, loots and burns private Sichuan opera troupes too hard to survive”

In the video, a group of vicious villains are making trouble in a theater. Xiongxiong was in flames, and all the clothes were thrown into the fire. Outside the screen, the childish cry is intermittent, which is enough. In the video, the ruthless and ruthless expressions of the villains are terrifying.

“Call the police? Try it! The police in this area are all under the control of Lao Tzu! Sun Qingdong at Nanjiang Wharf, who doesn’t know how powerful Lao Tzu is!”

“I am the king of law!”

Sun Qingdong’s arrogant attitude is infuriating! Why is such **** still alive!

When the villains leave, the camera cuts. In front of him, there was a pale, bloodied, but very good-looking boy.

With tears in his eyes, he said, “Hello everyone, we are Tianxi Class. We have been singing in our rented garden for a long time, but a month ago, this group of people came to collect them. Protection fees. They ran into the yard every day to make trouble, and the guests were driven away by them. Today it was even more extreme, smashing our seats, burning our clothes, and hitting people. We are really desperate…”

The video stopped abruptly in tears.

Enthusiastic netizens were outraged and enthusiastic, and they reposted the video to help Sun Qingdong spread all over the Internet, and some people immediately called the police.

The country’s anti-criminal campaign is a critical period for the crackdown.

This villain deserves all humane destruction!

*

The children of the troupe sat on the ground, staring at their class leader in a stunned manner, thinking about everything dully.

They were bullied, and the class teacher was beaten. But the class leader obviously took the words of the underworld elements, and took advantage of the lack of preparation to record key evidence, and put it on the Internet in one breath.

In the short video, the troupe leader is weak, pitiful and helpless, but after the video was released, he immediately used the public funds left by the troupe to buy hot searches and headlines, completely making Sun Qingdong famous.

The face becomes so fast!

“Master, is this okay? Will they kill a carbine in revenge?” a child asked worriedly.

The children began to panic and crowded around Jun Xin.

“Look at your success!” The impulsive big boy said contemptuously.

Jun Xin grabbed the boy’s head, rubbed it hard, and said, “So we should retreat from here. Don’t let them find it.”

“Where are you going then?” the children asked.

“Hospital.” Jun Xin said, “I was beaten so badly after being hit so hard. Of course I have to go to the hospital for an examination.”

“Yeah! Senior brother, you are injured!”

“Blood!”

The junior brothers and sisters screamed dully, and immediately went out to stop the car and take people to the hospital.

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The little brother of Sichuan Opera is here, Miss Heavy Metal will write after this article is over~

A small setting shows that Junxin is a ghost and foxdan, but he has many arms. The grass stage team has to know everything, and can come to everything.

Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [landmine]: 1 almond seed;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

25 bottles of wild; 20 bottles of Fumengyuyuan and Yunzhongxian; 1 bottle of Yuejian, almond seeds, and Sanchijian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!