Chen Lianwei walked forward, an hour later.

School of civil and military affairs.

Next to Genzi was the village chief Hu Village, and there were a row of little brothers behind him.

The village chief knocked on the glass at the door of the communication room, lifted the curtain, went in and handed the cigarette, and greeted him politely, "Mr. Third uncle, where are you sleeping?"

"Yeah." The old man said lightly, sat up from the bed, took the cigarette, held it in his mouth, and poked his head over to let the village chief go.

He is big and not fake at all.

In this village, he is the oldest and has the highest seniority.

Hu Village, almost as long as he is a native of the village, is always close to him and is a junior.

The Wenwu School was once called Hucun Primary School, but there were not many students and they all ran to the city.

As he was about to collapse, Yang Fansheng came to him and relied on his reputation in the world and cultivated several national champions to be sponsored.

It is also said that the Education Bureau is regarded as a pilot project for Xingyiquan to promote the school again.

And he, the old man, was also invited by Yang Fansheng to come to visit the door.

As people get older, they know how to protect something and guard the village schools. They have no choice but to do so.

"Mr. Third uncle, I'll ask you about someone, a small flat head, a black 28-bar, and a navy blue shirt. Is there anyone in our school?"

The village chief sat on the chair that had been polished off the paint, put his left leg on his right leg, held his left leg with his hand, took a sip of cigarette, and asked.

"I have it, Yang Fansheng's newly accepted disciples will teach physical education classes in a few days."

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the village chief. After saying that, he felt something was wrong. He became a mature man and asked, "Okay, what are you doing?"

"Hey, this teacher is restless and is in the society and kicks someone else's legs. They ask me to make the decision and say it's from our Hu Village."

"They're just trashing."

The old man's forehead was full of wrinkles and he said, "Yang Fansheng took disciples to see people. If he took them wrong, he would ruin his reputation. This is a big deal." After thinking about it, he said, "Yang Fansheng, I believe in him."

"Third uncle, don't worry about this matter. Is Yang Fansheng in school?"

The village chief took out a box of untold Chinese cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed them into the old man's hand. He then said, "Call him out, let's talk about it on the spot if you have any questions. The victim is waiting at the door."

"The person is here?" The old man stood up, went out to take a look, and instantly glared, and went back to the room and cursed: "Hu Shuanzhu, what the hell did you get?"

"Mr. Third uncle, I don't want to bring them here, but there was a scum in this school and I was hospitalized. I have to give an explanation wherever I go, right?" The village chief hurriedly cleared his relationship.

"If you don't learn well every day, just mess with these second-rate guys. I think you are getting worse and worse!" He said with a tight mouth, his words full of regret.

After scolding, the old man understood and said hatefully: "Wait."

There is a landline telephone in the communication room, and there is a table on the table. What is the name of each teacher and the contact number are on it.

"Hey, Principal Yang?"

"Hey, the third uncle, here."

"There is someone looking for you at the school gate, saying that it was your apprentice. The one who came a few days ago killed someone and came to you to ask for an explanation."

Then he covered the microphone with his hands and whispered: "A dozen or so gangsters are waiting at the school gate. Don't come out by yourself. Organize the teachers who practice boxing in the school, or call the police directly."

The microphone was silent for a few seconds and said, "Third uncle, it's okay, they are just scaring people in broad daylight and they will definitely not dare to do it."

Seeing that Yang Fansheng had made the decision, the third uncle didn't want to say anything else, but just told him to be careful.

Principal's Office.

Yang Fansheng hung up the phone, left his desk, came to the window, and looked down at the crowd of gangsters at the school gate.

After a long silence, he muttered:

"Wolf, I can't tie it up."

He shook his head with a sigh, he had to wipe this butt.

Genzi looked at a figure from afar and walked in front of him. He squinted his eyes and looked at the butterfly swung his knife in his hand and turned the flower, asking, "Are you Yang Fansheng?"

"I am."

"Your apprentice kicked my brother Sun Erxiao off his leg. Don't you give me an explanation?"

"A disciple, not a disciple, does not become a disciple, does not enter the wall." He paused and continued, "What do you want to say?"

"My brother is not short of money, so you don't need to pay. Just call your apprentice back and apologize to my brother." Genzi said with a smile, and the knife in his hand turned even more urgently.

"Call back?" Yang Fansheng didn't quite understand and asked, "Have he left?"

"You apprentice got into trouble and ran away. You, the master, don't know that you are a master, it's really a failure."

Genzi walked a few steps forward and circled around Yang Fansheng and said, "It seems that you don't have much vision. We have seen him get on the train with our own eyes. If we can't call him back, we will settle the score with you."

"What do you mean, as long as I apologize to your brother, this matter will be over?"

"no!no!no! Apologize for your apprentice." Genzi gestured to Yang Fansheng out of thin air with a knife, as if thinking about what to do. "As for you, it's better to call your apprentice back. We are not interested in you. If you can't call back, my brother will break his leg and you will break it too!"

These words are ruthless.

Seeing the scene like this, Yang Fansheng was the principal of his village school and wanted to go forward to mediate, but Genzi's subordinates were eyeing him, which made him dare not speak.

Yang Fansheng was silent, closed his eyes and sighed, and said unexpectedly to everyone: "Leg, I'll give you this matter, you'll get it done."

“…”

“…”

Not only the roots, but even those little gangsters looked at Nan Fansheng like they were looking at him.

Where is such a person in the world?

This matter has nothing to do with you, at most it is joint and several liability. Wouldn’t it be done if you call your apprentice back?

Broken legs for others and sacrifice their lives for others. This era and this era are incredible.

Do you think you are a righteous man from the old era?

Chivalrous?

Or Jing Ke during the Warring States Period?

After receiving the favors and benefits of the prince's eleven, you have to kill the King of Qin?

"Hucc..." Genzi suddenly laughed like a duck, walked forward, shook the knife against Yang Fansheng's thigh, gritted his teeth, stretched his mouth, and said fiercely: "Do you think I dare not touch you?"

As he said that, a fierce light appeared in his eyes and the knife was about to be sent forward.

But at this moment.

"Dare you?" A roared in the communication room.

then.

A hunched figure holding a kitchen knife came out, carrying his back, trembling all over, and shouted excitedly: "Who dares to make trouble in school, I will chop him up!"

The sharp black iron old kitchen knife, with a sharp blade as bright as the moon, is a murderous weapon on earth.

Anyone faces it with fear and courage.

Genzi pushed his hand forward, and stopped and broke out in a cold sweat.

The blade of the kitchen made him illusion and creepy, feeling like a pile of pork. As long as the knife falls, no matter how hard your bones are, they will be in half.

What's even more amazing is the third uncle's desperate posture, his eyes that he doesn't want to live, and he really dares to cut off your head.

A bunch of gangsters next to him, when they saw this, the timid one ran away. I can fight, but I will die, I won’t do it...

When the person is excited and sweats coldly, he will wake up instantly.

"Uncle, Teacher Yang was joking. It was in broad daylight, so how dare I do a murder and hurt someone."

Genzi put his knife in a flattering manner, bent down, respectfully, say one thing, take a step back, say one thing, take a step back...

Until you exit the school gate.

"The third uncle, don't dare, don't dare!" The village chief hurriedly came up to persuade: "Hurry up and put away the kitchen knife. It's okay. He scared Principal Yang, put away quickly."

Seeing that Genzi had withdrawn, Yang Fansheng was fine, and the third uncle's mood gradually calmed down, and he was breathing heavily.

Put your hands slowly down.

But he was still staring at the Genzi.

If there is any reckless move, he will not shout, but will raise the knife and chop it!

When I arrived at a safe area, I escaped from the threat of the kitchen knife, and there were also a bunch of gangsters around me. I had a little confidence and was unwilling to retreat, otherwise I would be underestimated by the brothers on the Tao.

Before leaving, he did not dare to look at the third uncle. He only glanced at Yang Fansheng and left a message, "This matter is not over. Call your apprentice back. At 9 o'clock in the evening, the stadium, and make a final decision."

He paused and said, "If no one comes, I will be in a mess every day in your school, and it depends on how you open it."

"Dog said..."

After hearing Genzi's threat, the third uncle rushed forward with his sword.

The gangsters were so scared that they scattered.
To be continued...