Chapter 115 Bringing People Home-The Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

“Who!”

“Who else the fuck is there!” Within moments, all of the dozen or so people who had surrounded and beaten him were lying on the ground, and half of the people on the ground were unconscious ….

“Bah!” Spitting, the man picked up the baseball cap on the ground and patted it on his belt, turning to walk away.

Looking at the people lying on the ground in front of me, I gulped and asked, “Lao Ge, who is this person? Recognize not.”

Lao Ge also looked dumbfounded, he could not stop shaking his head: “I do not know, I have not seen once before, listen to the accent is not our Yinchuan people, eighty percent of the strings from abroad, this is not in the shooting of television dramas, right, how someone so fierce.”

Seeing that the black boy immediately walked away, I hastily patted Lao Ge and said Go, go over and ask.

“Brother!”

“Bro!” I ran after him, calling out twice in a row.

“Hmm?”

“Had enough of living? Still dare to chase me?” He raised an eyebrow and felt like he was about to strike me.

“Don’t!”

I was busy taking a step back and waving my hand, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the same group that was just there.”

“So what did you call me for?”

With a smile on my face, I pulled out a cigarette and handed it over, “Brothers get to know each other, my name is Xiang Yunfeng.”

“Step aside,” he said as he smacked my cigarette away and turned his head.

I looked at his back and immediately shouted, “Finished losing! Lack of money not!”

After walking a dozen meters, he stopped.

“What? You’re going to pay me?”

I put my hands in my pockets, looked at him and nodded, said it is not impossible, I see brother your hands are very good, go out well, want to make a friend.

“Xiang Yunfeng.” I walked over and extended my hand again.

He didn’t shake my hand, just gave his name with a calm face, and I don’t know if it was a fake name or not.

I have come forward to befriend this man for no other reason than to have him help me.

I’ve suffered more than one loss, and before, in front of the candy factory, if I’d had this man by my side to protect me, I wouldn’t have been beaten so badly.

I withdrew my hand and smiled, “Got a place to stay? Would like to treat you to a meal brother.”

In fact, I knowingly asked, right now in the middle of the night, if he had a place to stay he wouldn’t have run here to Spider Alley.

“Eat something.” He asked.

“There’s rice, stir fry.” I said.

I then took him back to the air raid shelter, and on the way, Lao Ge didn’t dare to approach him, presumably frightened by the scene just now.

The man himself told me the name.

He has a rare surname, Fish, called Fish Wenbin.

I even asked him if he was mistaken, and he said he wasn’t, that his last name was Fish, the fish of sharks.

I think the fish surname is definitely not in the 100 surnames.

Kung Fu kid fish Wenbin short inch head, I did not expect and I am half a hometown, his family in Harbin, Northeast China.

Harbin fish Wenbin, 03 to 05 years, Yinchuan many jerks know this name.

Once, he lowered his head to let me look at his head, I peeled back the hair and saw three spins on his head, there is a saying in our rural areas of Mohe, that one spin is good, two spins are cowardly, three Xuan dare to touch the locomotive.

I laughed and said so, he waved his hand and said no, not to show you a couple of spins on my head, you’re taking a closer look.

I didn’t realize until I looked again later that he had four spots on his scalp, four ring scars.