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"Aren't you going to throw us out by the hair? Fuck you, come on, throw it now!" The fat man stretched his neck and put his head in front of the middle-aged man, jittering.
Fatty has never been a saint of high moral character, nor has he been cultivated from an early age to be a so-called upbringing or an elite aristocrat with enough city and scheming.
In fact, no one should expect a child who has lost his parents since the age of six to face the society alone, to have any noble sentiments of repaying evil with kindness. He has neither the guidance nor the care of adults. He doesn't even know what is right and what is wrong. All his experience is obtained from rolling eyes and being beaten.
He is sensitive, inferior, and vain. There is no ambition, much less elegance. There is only a thick skin that firmly protects one's self-esteem and a piece of green land that insists on purity in the heart. At best, it's just a little more of the fantasy of being a little bully and dog's leg in the dream and the stubbornness of ordinary citizens not to be bullied and wronged in reality.
Fatty's IQ is very high, and he faced the society independently at a premature age, which made it easy for him to accept some simple truths.
He doesn't get angry when the opponent takes over the room. The world is not fair, and it never has been. Some people will never own a Vannani dress in their lifetime, while others can buy one and wear it once and then throw it away. Fatty understood this truth the day he knew that other people had parents but he lost them. Otherwise, why did other children have parents, but my own parents disappeared from my life?
On that day, this little fat man who had always been a little cowardly under the care of his parents and had endless strange fantasies hid in a corner where no one could find him and cried for a whole day, and then began to face the world stubbornly. Almost from that day on, the fat man has grown up.
When some rich kids show off their toys in front of him, the fat man of six or seven usually turns away and sneers inwardly.
Show off, who the hell is still playing with toys at the age of six? !
When I have money, I will buy the world's largest inflatable doll company. Then eat in the design department and sleep on the production line every day! All dolls are mine! It's all mine!
Just because he had this kind of good attitude of using a lot of tits to anesthetize himself for self-entertainment since he was a child, the fat man has never hated power or wealth. Moreover, in fact, he himself has become an upstart now. If necessary, he also happily does things like booking a venue. I don't choose clothes for quietness, but purely for showing off triumphantly.
His reason for beating people up is simple. Because he is happy.
He is not a gentleman, nor did he ever think about becoming one. It is the most instinctive idea of ??every small citizen to beat up the villain who is showing off his power in front of him. It's not enough to talk about the dragon's reverse scale that will make you angry when you touch it, and it's not enough to become a beauty when you get angry at the crown. It's purely a man's instinctive sense of territory towards his own woman and the petty bourgeois' vengeance.
If there is a noble enough reason, then, for the fat man, it is because of those two idiots who attacked their chests in public and relied on their own strength and power to bully others, tarnishing the sacred profession of pervert in his mind.
A true nymphomaniac must have a noble character. In this profession, you can study women's underwear, sex skills and blow-up doll versions, hide in the corner and drool and read pornographic magazines, or lie on the floor to worship actress posters, and make continuous progress in different ways to promote human reproduction. And struggle.
Even if you can't measure the cups to millimeters with a single glance like Fatty, or even use your professional knowledge to solve a case, you must never use your strength and power to moleste his female partner in front of another man in public! Especially the woman who molests the fat man is purely an old birthday star who hanged herself, and thinks her life is too long.
Since the other party was bullying and wanted to grab Helen and Mei Duo by their hair and drag them out, the fat man was not hesitant to retaliate, hitting him like a buddha who was born in the world and a buddha who ascended to heaven. humiliation.
Even though his status at the moment is no longer that chubby little fat man, he still firmly adheres to this simple and direct belief. If anyone can't understand it, talk about some great truths, accuse something of being too harsh, the fat man usually only has one word to accompany him.
Bah!
Looking at the fat man who stretched his neck and handed his head in front of the middle-aged man, the people around him were all gaping, their mouths wide enough to stuff a big duck egg into.
The short but full of violent aesthetic fighting, the splashing glass, the flying human body and the screaming fists and feet are really shocking.The crowd walked up to the fat man to salute, and immediately, one by one, the sturdy and strong soldiers with low automatic energy that could instantly smash an elephant into two or two blood clots swarmed up, three waiters one by one The man in black, who was completely sluggish and fearful of throwing a mouse, handed over his gun and tied him up.
"Is he the one you can afford?" After saluting the fat man, Stuart, who firmly remembered the teaching that the fat man beats people in the face, slapped the leading man in black with his backhand. His appearance was the same as that of the fat man before. It's exactly the same when you slap someone. He waved his hand viciously, "Bring them all back to me."
The sudden change stunned everyone present. Looking at the soldiers in front of them, after a moment of silence, the crowd suddenly broke out into a clamor of excitement.
Especially the female manager who was pointed at the head with a gun opened her teary eyes and wept with joy.
Everyone has recognized these soldiers in blue uniforms. Not long ago, this army almost turned the whole Hanjing upside down. It was also from that time that they got to know this army that the old marshal Li Cun trusted as Chakna's relatives, and they also saw the arrogance of this army when it faced Fei Yang's 31st Army.
It's not good for that woman and her bodyguard to provoke anyone, but they dare to provoke this gang of vicious gods, I don't know how the word "death" is written!
The wicked need to be grinded by the wicked. Dozens of black-clothed bodyguards who were majestic just now are like dozens of little white rabbits held in their mouths by wolves in front of the vicious bandit soldiers.
The graceful and graceful Barbara, under the muzzle of bandit soldiers, her lips suddenly lost their color. The two twin sisters next to her, although their faces were still cold, could still have uncontrollable shame and anger in their eyes.
At this moment, they felt as if they were suddenly stripped naked under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Just as Barbara and the two girls were about to be escorted away under the gunpoint of the bandit army, full of shame, resentment and hatred, Stuart suddenly waved his hand and said to the soldiers behind the three: "Fucking! Yes, what are you taking such an old woman back for? Disgusting or not, hurry up and let them go. "
The bodyguard in black, the middle-aged man was escorted away by bandit soldiers. The fat man and the two girls also chatted and laughed with the bandit major general and left.
In the entire shopping mall, only the woman and the two twin girls beside her were left. Seeing their faces turning green and then pale, everyone had a deeper understanding of the evil of the bastards like Bandit Jun.
A plucked phoenix is ??not as good as a chicken. Even wearing Fannani's clothes, these three extremely beautiful women looked like three drowned rats who had been splashed with footwashing water.
Old woman, disgusting The mouth of that bandit major general is too poisonous.
Barbara didn't hurry to leave because of the eyes of others.
She looked indifferently at the direction in which the fat man left, recalling the meaningful eyes of that guy after he took off his sunglasses at last, and clenched her fists tightly.
Even though his face had obviously changed, after taking off his sunglasses, he still recognized him at a glance.
This is a war of endless death, without any rules, and without any mercy and tolerance.
The flames of war have been ignited. Not at tomorrow's mecha test meeting, but today, in this crowded shopping mall, it started with an unexpected encounter
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