บท 38: [037] Take the Bus_1

The alleyway and streets suddenly echoed with cries of horror as if a pig was being slaughtered.

A few minutes later.

An Yeran walked down the street, one hand holding a school bag, one hand holding a bottle of Wahaha, and in her mouth, she had a chocolate bar handed over by the blonde punk.

Right behind her, trailed Shen Mo with a face full of existential doubts.

The boy was handsome, with delicate facial features and pitch black eyes that sparkled with disbelief.

He found hard to believe that a girl, who was a foot and a half shorter than Zhang Long, could beat several people without giving them a chance to fight back.

Zhang Long was battered and swollen, crying inconsolably, probably the biggest defeat he had suffered since he started fighting on the streets.

Shen Mo walked absentmindedly and suddenly bumped into the girl who had stopped in front of him.

His nose hit her head which gave him a sharp pain causing his eyes to water.