Ultimate: Gangster Youth, starting with release from prison

Lin Yu's indifference led them to believe that he was afraid.

"..."

Just as these thugs were provoking them.

In front.

Lin Yu paused slightly.

Whether it was their imagination or not, they thought they heard a soft sigh, as if it were saying...

You choose not to take the path to heaven.

Hell has no gates, yet I choose to go.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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[017] Jin Baosan: "This guy is a super ruthless character!" [2 updates]

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"damn it……"

"Could this guy be scared?!"

On the back hill of Balala High School.

Here.

It's very empty.

At this moment, the place is densely packed with people, all hoodlums, with dyed hair. Some are squatting, some are standing, and some are leaning against buildings or trees, seemingly waiting for someone.

The leader, however, kept his eyes fixed ahead, but no one appeared, which prompted him to curse loudly.

"I guess they were scared by what we saw today."

"I thought it was something really awesome..."

"Turns out he's a coward; he probably ran away long ago."

Several thugs sneered.

"Damn it, if it weren't for KO One..."

"Let's storm in and cripple him today!"

"How dare you provoke us!"

Several hot-tempered thugs swung their sticks and sneered disdainfully.

"..."

Meanwhile, the leader, who had been cursing and swearing, suddenly fell silent.

"Brother Hua, what's wrong?"

One of the thugs asked, puzzled.

I saw.

The man in front of them, called Brother Hua, was looking straight ahead.

He followed the gaze.

A moment.

He paused slightly, his expression momentarily stunned.

far away.

The road leading to the back mountain.

A figure.

Wearing a dark blue Zhongshan school uniform, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his back, his face appearing and disappearing in the shadows of the sunset.

And the most eye-catching.

It's on the ground.

A thug lay on the ground, seemingly half-dead, while this figure dragged him along with his hands.

A moment.

All the scoundrels fell silent.

Behind the thug being dragged on the ground was a string of thugs, the ones they had just sent out to ambush people. But now, they were all lying on the ground, half-dead. Some were tied together with their clothes, and some were in even worse shape, their hands and feet tied together, unable to move.

A dozen or so thugs.

lie on the floor.

Like a corpse, he was dragged step by step by a young man wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The audience.

Deathly silence.

boom.

Lin Yu walked over step by step, and with a slight effort, threw the dozen or so thugs out.

A dozen or so thugs.

Half-dead, it lay on the ground, howling in pain.

immediately.

Lin Yu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, shielded his eyes from the wind with one hand, and slowly lit it. The twilight was dim, the setting sun was like blood, and the afterglow slanted onto Lin Yu's back. The shadow and the dim yellow afterglow blended together, and the smoke rose.

His gaze.

He raised his head slightly and looked ahead.

"..."

"..."

"..."

With Lin Yu's action.

In front.

All the thugs, whether sitting, squatting, or leaning, stood up one by one and slowly moved towards the leader.

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Guava High School.

Jinbao San, Da La, and Xiao La walked out of the school gate.

"Bastard."

"Something seems off at school today."

Xiao La stared at the tall figure, looking somewhat naive.

Before him stood Jin Baosan, his face radiating arrogance.

"Um……"

Jin Baosan sniffed.

"strangeness."

"Why do I smell blood and gore?"

"Could it be that Hipmon High School is here again?"

His eyes widened.

"Oh dear, those guys from Ximen High School are so weak and pathetic."