My Private Marvel System

"Oh, okay, are you really okay? You must tell the teacher if you have anything?" An Rou was still not at ease, but there was no other way.

"Really all right. Hang up." Dole hung up, but a different kind of warmth flashed in his eyes.

Gradually, the buildings outside the window became sparse. The car has driven out of the city.

A few minutes later the Buick turned to an empty fork road and drove into a huge courtyard in the suburbs.

This is a large-scale waste disposal site, and the courtyard is full of tattered waste products piled up in a mess, full of dust and spider webs.

Suddenly, an empty field appeared in front of the two waste piles.

"Here, get off." The indifferent young man said coldly when he parked on the edge of the field.

Are you trying to kill him here? Still beat him up? Dorr sneered in his heart, pushed the door and got out of the car. It was a pity that he didn't invite himself to drink.

As soon as he got out of the car, Dole smelled a strong hot pot aroma, and he was getting into his nostrils one by one. There is also a spicy wine in the air. I glanced around and saw a large hot pot on the roof of an old car on the sidelines, plates of condiments, lettuce, and raw meat on the side of the hot pot, and two half-full wine bottles beside it.

A young man wearing a hidden black denim uniform, long hair shawl, and a copper ring on his ears was sitting cross-legged by the hot pot, stirring slowly in the hot pot with a pair of chopsticks, his expression focused. Seeing that young man's looks, they should be brothers, right?

"Knife one. How about eating?" The indifferent young man strode over, somewhat dissatisfied: "Don't eat, it's time to work."

"Sword Two, don't worry, when did I miss the sword?" The young man named'Sword One' slowly fished out something from the hot pot. Slowly put it in his mouth, chewing with enjoyment.

After chewing two mouthfuls, the young man named "Knife One" picked up the wine bottle and poured two mouthfuls into his mouth.

Looking at his expression, he seemed to be happier than gods. Dole frowned and sneered in his heart: "At least you won't be a starving ghost."

"My name is Dao Er." The indifferent young man turned around and said coldly to Dole.

"My name is Dao Yi." The young man who was eating hot pot finally put down his chopsticks, stretched his waist, and jumped out of the car.

Dole remembered it seriously and shook his head. "I don't know you, who are you anyway?"

"We are members of the'Four Associations'." Dao Er explained coldly.

Four Associated Press? Dole shook his head. "What is it? Never heard of it."

Dao Er and Dao looked angry, as if they had been greatly insulted. "The'Four-Associated Press' is the overlord of the underworld in City H. It's nothing." Dao Yi suddenly roared with a straight face.

"Oh, I only know the Gang of Four Seas. I haven't heard of the Four Associated Press." Dole couldn't help laughing. He thought he was another guy like Yun Lingfei, but he didn't expect that Yun Lingfei wanted to make friends with him, and this group of guys wanted to trouble him.

"'Fang of Four Seas? Humph!" Dao Er said slowly: "Are you from the'Fang of Four Seas? Do you remember offending people two days ago?"

Dole suddenly realized: "Oh, what is the name of Brother Tiger. Who is he from your "Four Associated Press"?"

"It's our brother-in-law who is the third head of the Four-Associated Press. Boy, you are unlucky." Daoichi seemed to look at Dole with pity, but suddenly said with some regret: "However, the upper side seems to show mercy to your subordinates and only tells us It takes you to stay in the hospital for a month."

"What did you say made me stay in the hospital for a month?" Dorr grinned instead. This group of guys who don't know the height of the sky.

Yawned lazily. Staring at the two people with a smile. "Since this is the case, I will be courteous. If you can make me happy, then I will only treat you disabled."

"I don't know whether to live or die!" Dao Er frowned and looked at the knife together: "How about it, you go first. Or me first?"

"Old rules, guess the coin and decide. The loser will resolve the battle within one minute. The bet is 10,000 yuan." The knife lazily took out a coin from his pocket and threw it into the air, then quickly slapped it in his palms. Faintly said: "True, also