"Fuck!" Cheng Ke gritted his teeth and cursed very lowly, smashing the things in his hand into the trash can next to him.

Every time he throws things into the trash can, as long as the distance is more than one meter, he basically has to throw them away for the second time. Now, at a distance of two or three meters, his wallet accurately flies into the trash can.

Only the hundred-dollar bill fell on the ground.

Cheng Ke walked over and picked up the money, grabbed it, threw it in again, making his arm hurt a little.

Then he turned around and walked along the road with big strides.

When he walked to the intersection, he saw the green pedestrian crossing indicator lights in front of him, Cheng Ke stopped.

His original plan was to go to Liu Tiancheng's place first, but now he probably can't go.

He believed Cheng Yi's words and could do something to get him out of the house, and then he would break his back. It would not be a big deal for Cheng Yi.

He has no particularly sincere friends, they are all people who know food, drink, and have fun. Most of these relationships are based on constant food, drink, and have fun. Those who are not happy to play like him will not be able to get along with such friends.

So, he should be as Cheng Yi wished now and had no place to go.

so……

Cheng Ke looked at the red light across the road for a long time, finally sighed, turned around and walked back along the road.

I have to stay there tonight and find a way to find a way tomorrow.

One hundred yuan can at least respond to a small emergency.

Have to pick it up.

The trash can is a green square bin.

Two, side by side.

The lid that was opened before has been covered by outstanding citizens from somewhere.

The barrel body is gorgeously reflected in the neon lights of the bar across the street, which looks very unique. The white little man imprinted on his head looks like a disc.

Cheng Ke stood for a long time but didn't move.

One is someone passing by.

Second, he never thought that one day he would go to get the garbage, and he rolled and struggled very hard.

Third, he forgot which bucket he threw his wallet and money into, whether he threw it into one bucket or two buckets separately.

Your uncle.

Finally, he picked the one on the left casually, walked over and carefully lifted the lid with his fingertips, and glanced in.

The trash can is not full and I can't see what it is, but it looks like a clean trash can, but it still tastes so good when it gets close.

Cheng Ke raised his left hand, put it down, then raised his right hand, and put it down again.

After repeating these two movements, he stopped, feeling his breathing was a little uncomfortable, his eyes were swollen and uncomfortable, and he could even clearly count the number of times the blood vessel on his temple was beating.

The anger that had been dispersed because he wanted to take out the trash can rushed up to his head as if it was blown up.

Cheng Ke took a step back and kicked the trash can with a sudden kick.

The "bang" sounded very relieved, and the garbage in the bucket was also very cooperative, and it was spread out in a mess.

Broken packaging bags, scrap newspapers, fast food boxes dripping with soup, and skewers with meat... Cheng Ke was about to concentrate his mind and observe from a distance whether there was a wallet and the hundred-dollar bill. Something suddenly arched in a mess, and his hair stood up all of his hair.

The rat spider snake, the three things he fears the most.

Mouse?

Before he could retreat with disgust, a shadow suddenly popped out of the darkness on the other side of the bucket. Cheng Ke didn't even see what it was, and he was already punched heavily in the face.

oh.

It's an individual.

The punch that jumped into the air from the other end of the garbage was quite heavy. Cheng Ke, who was completely unprepared, did not come back to his senses for at least three seconds.

From childhood to adulthood, except for training in the gym, this is the first time he was hit on the face without protective gear, or in the street.

"Are you sick?" Cheng Ke turned his head and saw this person clearly and shouted. This was his first reaction in his mind, and he encountered a lunatic.

"Are you sick?" The man shouted almost at the same time as him.

The pain on Cheng Ke's face just started to wake up now. He almost thought it was too painful for his auditory hallucinations: "Ah?"

"Who the fuck asked you to kick?" The man glared at him.

"I'll kick..." Cheng Ke finally woke up, and his anger that had been running away immediately returned to his chest, "I'm sorry, I'm fucking kicking your relative!"

The man didn't say anything, and just raised his leg and kicked him.

He pushed and kicked with great strength, but it was obvious that he was a self-taught wild way. With Cheng Ke being prepared, he easily avoided this kick and rushed left to the man's chin.

The man shook and stopped wherever he was.

It's OK, the stakes are very stable.

Cheng Ke quickly looked up and down at the person in front of him as the neon light flashed green.

He was quite tall, wearing a ski hat, and the hat was very low. His face was green, red, and yellow, and he couldn't see what it looked like. He could see a scar on his left temple extending to his ears.

Just hitting this scar, this person can't be anything good.

Cheng Ke took this man out of the sick group and put him in the gangster group.

But after thinking about it, I still feel that I should put it back.

After all, in the current weather, many people have put on down jackets, and this person only wore a short-sleeved T-shirt.

It looked cold, and Cheng Ke almost couldn't bear to beat him up.

But the scar was very determined. Without waiting for him to finish his eyes from head to toe, he kicked him sideways. Cheng Ke didn't hide. The kick was quite high. He used his arm to push the man's legs to the side, and then slashed him with a hand knife on the inside of his thigh.

"Fuck!" he yelled.

"Fuck." Cheng Ke frowned. This man was okay, but he didn't fall.

When Scar wanted to kick him again, Cheng Ke pointed at him: "It's over, right? Is this fucking trash can?"

"Who do you care about the garbage can you just pay attention to?" Scar also pointed at him, "Why don't you tell me who's the one you don't flip through?"

"Your uncle!" Cheng Ke could feel like the words he squeezed out from his teeth.

Originally, he was so angry that he had nowhere to settle down, but this sentence immediately made him explode and rushed towards the scar.

Scar also simply punched him.

The subsequent fight was gone. Even though Cheng Ke knew in his mind that every technical move had gone astray, based on his anger, he still had a mess when he took action.

At this time, he also found that he had underestimated the scar. The wild path was right, but he had ruthless actions, strong strength, lock, twist, and chop. From his perspective, no movement was standard, but no movement was lost.

Cheng Ke didn't know which action ignited his fighting spirit and used a move that was comparable to Scar. In an instant, they changed from a pretty casual punch and foot skill to a wrestling.

It was not until the continuous sound of horns came from behind that Cheng Ke suddenly came to his senses.

He doesn't care whether there are passers-by or whether there are police coming. The only thing he has to say... is that he can't let Cheng Yi see it.

He pushed the scar away and turned around and took a look.

My heart was tense at first, but after seeing it clearly, I felt relieved again. It was a white Range Rover.

Then I suddenly felt bad, and I actually got like this within two hours?

A man jumped out of the car, and pointed at him with something that was not known as an iron stick or a wooden stick, and said, "You are looking for death!"

"I'm looking for you the fuck." Cheng Ke looked at him.

"What are you talking about?" Scar said in a cold voice beside him, "Where is my clothes."

"Oh." The man holding the stick glared at Cheng Ke again, and grabbed a coat from the car window and threw it to Scar, "What's going on? I'll call a few people..."

"Go and take out the cat," Scar interrupted him, turned to look at the trash can, "Fuck me!"

Cheng Ke also took a look, and suddenly felt disgusted. Feng Chi took off his coat at lightning and shook wildly.

The trash can that kicked over was broken, and it was deformed by pressing and deforming.

Cheng Ke no longer wanted to recall how he could roll onto the trash can after a fight. He just felt disgusted and felt like he was smelling all over his body.

"Mimi?" Scar was not particular, and he pushed his hand on the ground, then leaned down and looked in the trash can, "Meow Meow? Mi~Mimi~ Meow~"

Cheng Ke wiped the corner of his mouth and looked at him in shock.

"Mi..." The one who carried the stick also lay down and wanted to scream. As soon as he opened his head, he was interrupted by a scar.

"Go and dig," said Scar.

He nodded, and without hesitation, leaned over with his hands and arms into the trash can that had fallen to the ground and had been deformed.

Then a while of groping.

When Cheng Ke felt his stomach start to turbulently, he withdrew his arm and a kitten with a gray fist in his palm.

Cheng Ke was stunned for two seconds and turned around and prepared to leave.

After all this trouble, he no longer knew whether his riot had been distracted, distracted, or confused.
To be continued...