Dean and Rust put aside their family affairs for the time being and rode to school.
The students he met along the way, who heard about his heroic achievements yesterday, looked at him in awe and whispered.
There was a little Asian man who humorously stood at attention and gave Dean a three-finger military salute.
It must be said that yesterday's hasty brawl virtually restored Dean's "bad" image.
In the beautiful country, brain genius is not as popular as "athlete".
"Hey, great Dean, those punches in the cafeteria yesterday were so beautiful and so satisfying, they were comparable to Muhammad Ali's final victory... I admire you very much and I want to share something good with you. Do you have anything? Interested in trying it?”
A Mexican man with a black leather jacket, ripped jeans and dark brown skin stopped them at the street corner, with a mysterious smile on his face.
"I promise, my products are more powerful and have longer-lasting effects than ordinary products. I'll make you punch harder after using them. You can try them out at will!"
"Go away, we're not interested!" Rust yelled at him with a stiff neck, and made a look at Dean. The two of them left quickly, ignoring the leather-clad man's loud plea to stay.
"What is he selling?"
Dean had a guess in his mind, but he thought it was unlikely.
"'Herbs'... Grace has sternly warned me that if I come into contact with them, my life will be completely ruined." Rust looked at his friend, his face tightened and his tone was extremely serious, "We have a bright future, don't touch this thing." Son!
"Man, I hate them as much as you do! Whoever runs this thing should go to hell!"
Dean cursed from the bottom of his heart and said curiously,
"Is he just peddling things around here openly? No one found out and reported him?"
"So what if you find out? Whoever dares to report it will be 100% retaliated by the huge local gang behind him. And even if the school expels him, someone else will immediately take over."
Rust shook his head and said worriedly,
"As far as I know, business has not stopped in the past few years."
"Who are the buyers?"
"Most of them are children from rich families," Lastela said in a long voice, glancing at the luxury cars in the parking lot. "They have sufficient financial resources and a curiosity that can kill people."
Dean nodded,
"You know quite a lot, and you have the demeanor of a caring father."
Rust's mouth curved with a stern look on his face, "I usually talk less and observe more, but you also knew when you didn't lose your memory!"
…
After a small interlude.
The two passed by the baseball field.
A familiar figure is already waiting there.
When Bob saw Dean who was intact, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Good luck.
After muttering, he joked and joked with the black attendant next to him as if nothing had happened, until Dean came up to him and suddenly stopped him,
"Boy, are you ready with your apology and guarantee?"
"You want to apologize to me?" Dean glanced sideways at the round face and retorted, "Even if you kneel down in front of everyone now, I will not forgive you for what you did last night."
"Last night? I don't understand what you mean!"
Bob's eyes were furious at first, and then he was happy, as if he could smell the anger in his heart, and the smile on his newly swollen face became even brighter.
The people watching around saw the tense atmosphere between them and began to slowly gather around, expecting a big fight like yesterday.
"But I was suddenly in a good mood, and I decided not to argue with you for the time being... just go ahead and be your nerd, you don't have a few good days left."
…
"Is that all Bob wants to do?"
Rust looked in disbelief. He was originally prepared to be beaten with his friends.
"We just called the police. He should stop temporarily in the next two days."
Dean turned around and glanced at Bob's two followers, a lean black man and a strong white man.
I can't teach Bob a lesson at the moment, and there's no point in turning against him. This is just the complaint of a weak person.
Now is far from the time to go all out.
It is better to wait for the opportunity and accumulate strength to launch a fatal blow.
"But we have to take the initiative... and attack it from the weakest point first."
After entering the teaching building, Dean first went to the principal's office and listened to Ulysses talk for a long time... something to advise him to apologize, not to mess with rich people like Bob, and to concentrate on studying and getting into college.
Dean could also see that this guy was an old white man with a clear conscience. If it hadn't been for his protection, he would have been in a worse place. In order to please a wealthy sponsor, Dean would have been killed 100% of the time. As a victim.
…
But in his heart he could only say sorry to the other party.
…
baseball field.
The thick-necked coach blew his whistle, and the baseball players gathered on the sidelines to rest and drink water.
"Boss Bob, if that guy dares to attack you, he's going to get in trouble with our desert team!" The man with freckles on his face and bulging chest muscles wiped his sweat, "We'll help you teach him a lesson in the afternoon."
"Let that little pigtail kneel down and call daddy!"
"Pull him into the toilet and eat shit!"
"I'm going to use the ball machine to blow up his young game."
The more than a dozen strong baseball players talked, their faces became red and their necks thickened, and they wanted to rush in and tear the Chinese boy into pieces.
"Calm down, boys, don't cause trouble, and you won't even be able to cry if someone gets kicked out of the team! After this weekend, I will be free to take care of him."
Bob nodded with satisfaction and touched the bruise on his nose. A playful light shone in the panda's eyes.
"Now let's prepare for the weekend party. Bring the women and keep the drinks in check!"
"You guys chat first, I'll put some water in!"
The black man next to Bob, Watzel, said hello and then left the field and entered the bathroom next to the baseball field.
Humming a tune happily.
The experiences of the past two years can't help but flash through my mind...
He was a black kid who came from the slums. His father sold herbs and his mother stood on the street... He didn't care about him at all. He was thin and weak and no one wanted to join a gang.
In the past, he had always been a marginalized person with few friends and was often beaten by other blacks and whites.
But since he hugged the second-generation rich Bob's thigh, he immediately turned into a cotton slave and sang, and became a "respectable person". The people who bullied him in the past were stepped on by him, beaten to pieces, and he didn't even dare to say a word. Say more.
Meat is also open, and I have had several girlfriends in the past two years.
Every now and then, we have various drinking parties, and ride into the city in luxury cars to see the world.
The days are getting more and more decisive.
…
The more he thought about it, the more he resented and hated the guy named Dean.
How dare a yellow-skinned monkey take action against Boss Bob.
He should kowtow to the boss and apologize!
No! No!
He is not qualified to apologize directly to the boss. What if the boss relents and accepts him?
He must kneel down and kowtow to himself first!
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
The sound of hurried footsteps entered the toilet.
Wasser looked back.
Swish--
A black shadow sprinted quickly.
A fist as big as a sandbag magnified infinitely in sight.
Maja Fako! Dare to sneak attack me? !
The second baseman's instinctive reaction caused him to dodge to the side at the last possible moment and retreat to distance himself.
The fist passed by.
He was less than two meters face to face with the attacker.
Wasser finally saw the other person's face clearly. He had short black hair, bruises on his face, and cold eyes. He was not the Asian that he had scolded just now.
Jerk, what's wrong with you?
Wasser rushed over in a rage and punched his opponent in the head with his left hand.
Fast and hard in anger.
Dean had no idea that this lean black man could react so quickly and be able to avoid the surprise attack and launch a counterattack.
That left fist was approaching like black lightning.
The wind of the fist hit his face.
Dean's mind went blank. All the so-called boxing skills he had practiced so hard yesterday had been completely forgotten!
Training is completely different from actual combat!
But his fighting ability worked wonders. His body seemed to be out of control. He instinctively raised his left shoulder, lowered his head and retracted his jaw, like a hurried recruit on the battlefield who barely raised half of his shield to block the bayonet.
boom!
A powerful and heavy punch hit the deltoid area of Dean's left shoulder, which was used to cover his chin.
The left shoulder jerked back.
His body turned half a turn to the right.
At this moment, the black man's body had already leaned forward with the full force punch, exposing his right half to Dean defenselessly.
Snapped!
Dean followed the inertia of the rotation and swung his right hand sideways, and threw out a fierce whip that hit the black man in the side of the face.
His cheeks turned red.
The black man stumbled and backed away.
Dean followed up with a sliding step, bent his knees and lowered himself, and hit his chin with both hands alternately.
Proficiency +1, fighting lv0 (19/100)
The black man threw his head back and his vision went dark. He fell to the ground as if his whole body was falling apart. He was dizzy, his head was buzzing and he was wailing softly.
…
Dean took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, strangled his neck with his right bicep, and dragged him to the bathroom door like a dog.
"Come in!"
With a greeting, Rust, in a hooded jacket, walked in with a brand new Nikon F3.
Close the bathroom door.
"Man, it's time to show off your photography skills and get ready to take some blockbusters!" Dean hooked his hand.
"Are we going too far?" Rust's eyes flinched.
"They have done much more to us than they did now. If I hadn't been vigilant last night, I would have been lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital now - we must deal with the villains more harshly than them, and move faster!"
Click, click, click!
A faint flash of light erupted in the bathroom.
Wasser, who was confused, felt that someone was taking off his pants, and his lower body was feeling cold.
what's the situation?
Take a picture of me?
Why take off your pants?!
He was weak and confused.
"Come here and beat him hard!" Dean gave his second command seriously to his teammates.
"Isn't he resisting now? We should hurry up!"
Rust looked at the ugly black man in front of him and shook his head desperately.
"Have you forgotten how they tortured you before? Hanging you on display on the edge of the baseball field, scolding you in front of everyone, insulting you, don't you hate him? Don't you want revenge?"
Rust suddenly blushed and clenched his fists.
Dean stared into his friend's eyes and said in an almost commanding tone,
"I heard a saying that the only way to defeat fear is to face it head-on!"
"Stop dawdling, if you're a man, just do it!"
The little man gritted his teeth and pounced on the defenseless black man, punching and kicking him.
boom!
boom!
"Don't slap me in the face!"
boom!
"Majafak! You are dead!"
"Kill you!"
"Stop...stop fighting, stop...fighting!"
The black man with shoe sole marks on his face was almost choked by the person behind him, and his tone changed from harsh to pleading.
"Let go! Let me breathe! I'm dying!"
"I ask, you answer!"
Dean's unmistakable voice came from behind his ear, and he loosened his grip slightly.
"Otherwise, your photos will be spread everywhere, everyone, including your teammates on the baseball team, your girlfriend, and ex-girlfriend. Everyone will appreciate you...at most, you can pick a dog's teeth with a pocket-sized gadget..." Dean said in a tone of voice. He said contemptuously, "When the time comes, can you still raise your head?"
Wazel's face turned as white as snow. Is this really the same as before?
This method, damn it, is even more sinister and evil than the thugs in the casino! He suddenly regretted messing with such a lunatic? !
"I said!"
"Yesterday, no, the evening before yesterday, what exactly did you and Bob do to me after you and Bob drove me away? Don't let me miss a word!"
"Don't you know?" The black man wondered why the other party would ask about such an incident that he had obviously participated in.
"Stop talking nonsense, talk quickly!"
"We took you to the river in a nearby park."
breathe--
Wasser used his underdeveloped brain to think quickly about how to say something so as not to offend Boss Bob.
"We pushed you into the river."
Dean's head moved. No wonder his clothes were soaked through the night he crossed over. It turned out that he swam in the river, but this kind of insult wouldn't make people commit suicide?
"Then what?" he asked impatiently,
"Let's just drive away." The black man looked hesitant.
"Haha, it seems you think the photos are not artistic and shocking enough. Let me satisfy you!"
Dean suddenly pushed hard with his arm and pushed open the door of the compartment behind him. There were some yellow spots on the door panel. Some unscrupulous guy had pooped a fresh pile of hot liquid in the toilet and hadn't flushed it down yet.
Dean put Wazelder's head on the toilet and breathed the hot air at close range.
"Would your teammates like seeing pictures of you with shit in your mouth?"
"God! Please, don't, I say, I say anything!"
The black man's face turned green and he was almost scared to cry. He would rather get beaten ten more times than eat that smelly thing.
"Boss Bob made fun of you. He said that the cowgirl left you, a loser, and went to Los Angeles. After hearing this, you were very sad. You sat motionless in the river, as if you had lost your soul."
Wait, what the hell is a woman?
Dean was so stunned that he opened his mouth slightly.
A shy, cowardly guy like his predecessor actually got entangled with a woman?
Still abandoned?
Dean looked at Rust in confusion, and the latter frowned and recalled,
"Yes, a girl wearing a denim jacket came to see you before. But just once, she seemed unfamiliar and not from the area. I didn't expect that you actually had a crush on her?"
"Even you don't know, how did Bob know?" Dean turned to the black man thoughtfully, "Who is this cowgirl?"
The black man is even more confused, what's wrong with this guy, that he can't even remember his own woman?
"Her name seems to be Mona..."
Mona…
Plop!
Plop!
Dean suddenly suffered from arrhythmia, and his heart beat rapidly several times as if it was about to jump out of his chest. His face turned red, and a feeling of excitement mixed with unspeakable sadness and indignation came up.
At the beginning of his time travel, on the corner of an envelope he picked up from the wastebasket in his bedroom, half of his name MO was written...
It perfectly matches the beginning of the name Mona.
The system suddenly shook, and the investigation progress jumped from 25% to 40%.
So, the key to the predecessor's suicide was not just being bullied by rich second-generation Bob, but also because of Mona?
What happened between them? So much so that Dean is driven to a dead end?
If all these causes and consequences are cleared up, the investigation should be completed!
…
"Spare me, Bro, I've told you everything I know! Even if you let me eat shit, I have nothing to say!"
There was a hint of aggrieved determination on Wasser's black face with a nosebleed,
"Wash your face clean, remember! Don't tell anyone what happened today, and don't bully Rust again... otherwise your photos... By the way, if Bob knows that you betrayed him, you know the consequences."
The black man nodded resignedly.
