"That's strange, where has the person gone?" Several people in the dormitory looked at each other.

They didn't know that Chen Dong was not in school at all.

The road outside the school turns two corners and there is Xinying West Street. The road is quite narrow and can barely allow two cars to merge. There are dense sycamore trees on both sides of the road.

At the intersection of Xinying West Street, Song Qiao separated from several friends and set foot on this road alone. His home was in a community not far ahead.

The street lights were a little dim and there were very few cars. Song Qiao was used to walking this road alone, talking on the phone while walking.

"I didn't catch him tonight, I don't know where he went... Don't worry, brother Dali, I will deal with him tomorrow, and I will deal with him at the risk of being punished... Well, okay, your hundred yuan will definitely be

Send it over..."

This was something he had just discussed with Wang Ying on the way home. Tomorrow he would just break into the classroom and beat up Chen Dong. The worst he could do would be to record a demerit.

After hanging up the phone, Song Qiao sighed and muttered: "Chen Dong, Chen Dong, let's see how I deal with you tomorrow."

"Why tomorrow, not now?" A sneer suddenly sounded.

Song Qiao immediately stopped and looked at a person who suddenly appeared from behind the tree in surprise.

"Chen...Chen Dong?!" Song Qiao's eyes widened, never expecting that Chen Dong would appear here.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Chen Dong came to Song Qiao with a smile, gestured at the two people's heads, and murmured: "Well, it's about the same height. It seems like that trick can be used..."

"What are you doing here?" Song Qiao asked with a frown.

"Waiting for you!" Chen Dong pinched his fingers, "You've always wanted to deal with me, haven't you? Now I've taken the initiative to send you to your door."

Song Qiao always thought that he was the hunter and Chen Dong was the prey, but now it seems that the situation has changed.

Seeing Chen Dong's calm and calm look, Song Qiao felt a little panicked, but he quickly calmed down. He could be the bully in his grade, at least his skills were pretty good, and he had been fighting since he was a kid.

"Fuck you!"

Song Qiao punched Chen Dong hard.

Chen Dong did not retreat but advanced, stretched out his hand to grab Song Qiao's fist, and then punched him in the nose.

One punch is not enough, give me another punch.

The second punch was to the throat.

Then came the third punch, to the chest.

The King of Hell points his hand three times and punches out three times at the same time.

Complete it in one go and defeat the enemy with one move.

Chen Dong practiced for a full two hours in the morning, and his movements were already very proficient, but not powerful enough.

Generally speaking, when the King of Hell's three o'clock hand comes out, the opponent will be injured and fall to the ground, but Song Qiao just took a few steps back, feeling a little dizzy.

But it doesn't matter, three punches are not enough, then three more punches.

Chen Dong used the King of Hell's Three Points Hand three times in a row, delivering a total of nine punches.

Song Qiao finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground with a "boom".

Chen Dong rushed forward and punched and kicked him again.

I learned the King of Hell three-point technique from my master, and the Wang Baquan technique from my father. My father would beat people when he drank too much. He almost beat up all the neighbors, and he always struck like this.

He was beaten so hard that he had to lie down for at least a month.

After a while, Song Qiao had no reaction at all. He could only groan while lying on the ground, and his nose was bleeding.

Chen Dong hit 120.

"Someone is injured here on Xinying West Street...Okay, come here quickly..."
Chapter completed!