Saint-Harley originally wanted to grab his brother, but instead ended up grabbing air. Mephisto-Harley hooked the chair with his foot and pounced like a tiger, seeing Bell-Heims's body instantly swell, and his huge hands slapped out, resulting in the two of them flying out with the chair. Their fight was too fast and ended too quickly!
Saint-Harley immediately went to support his brother and, glaring at Bell, angrily said, "Seniors bullying us sophomores, this matter is far from over!" Mephisto-Harley, however, angrily shook off his brother's hand and left.
Saint-Harley did not rush to leave, but rather looked at the others fiercely, seemingly trying to remember their faces. The students from the War God Academy loudly jeered, "Publicity Minister, no need to remember, they are all from Dorm 405. You should report them to your counselor!" A large group of people laughed and looked down on Saint-Harley, who, relying on his good looks, often brought beautiful women into the War God Academy. Now, this group of people was mocking him at every opportunity!
"Hmph! You will reap what you sow," Saint-Harley snorted and left.
"You've caused trouble, eh?" Toad-monster Brogoth Calvin laughed.
"What trouble can I cause? It's my last year, if I don't make a name for myself, win some championships, and quietly leave, it would be so meaningless," Bell-Heims said nonchalantly.
Skinny-fox monster Benny Branco adjusted his glasses, his eyes shining, and said, "You can achieve the best results in graduation, but it's really hard to endure these years without a woman."
Immediately, the five people sighed in unison, and Barrett Walker also sighed heavily.
Fat-wolf monster Fryer Victor immediately shouted, "Boss, where's our booze? Let's get drunk tonight!" He was the first to drink among the five monsters, and he often boasted of making this group of comrades and enemies pass out from drinking.
Barrett Walker, looking at the battle just now, understood the approximate strength of these five people. He felt lucky about the kick in the dorm today.
"We can see that you're injured, so despite your impressive display just now, Bell-Heims didn't come looking for trouble. He's quite straightforward. We won't fight these days, but we'll give you a deadline. After military training, the official battle begins!" Mamba-monster Lindon raised a bottle of beer and gave a long speech, then continued, "For our great Dorm 405, cheers!"
Barrett Walker couldn't drink much, and today in the dorm, he was just deceiving them, but now, he had to go along with it. "I accept your intentions! You are all upright people, and we will rely on you in the future."
"No problem! As long as you can establish yourself in our dorm, we will stand together against the outside world."
Tonight, Barrett Walker was drunk for the first time in history. He opened his heart and drank without reservation. When the six of them were full and came out, their bodies were shaking. It was already around four or five o'clock, and the streets were very quiet, but occasionally, one or two people walked by. Today is the first day of the university, and also a day with full pockets, so it's good to have a good time.
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The six of them walked in the middle of the road, and the evening breeze took away the day's hustle and bustle. It was finally much cooler. The six of them took off their clothes and pants, and Barrett Walker also took off his suit, leaving only his underwear. He didn't have the courage to take off his underwear like the others; they walked freely, with someone leading the way, peeing as they walked.
"Hey hey! I didn't expect that after my defeat at the gambling den, I'd have success in love! This early in the morning, there's actually a female student signing up on this big road!" A group of hooligans, led by a middle-aged man wearing a thick gold necklace around his neck, is Parker, the leader of the East City Second Ghost Gang. He could be considered a local big shot. Of course, the gangs in the East City are numerous, and it's easy to start a new one. But recently, the Fashen Gang has risen unexpectedly, like taking an aphrodisiac, and has been reaping territory everywhere. The gangs in the East City have united and are ready to suppress the Fashen Gang.
"Little girl, don't leave! Keep me company for a while," Parker blocked the old and young, lightly flirting and reaching out to touch the girl's chin. "Wow! Your skin is really tender! Are you going to the Performing Arts Academy? Let uncle take care of you, and you'll become a star in the future!"
"Get away from me!" The girl's temper was fiery, and she pushed Parker away, slapping him across the face.
"Wow! She's really spicy! Brothers, grab her for me. After I'm done, I'll let you have a go too!" Parker's voice was loud, and in this quiet street, it spread out all at once.
"Don't target my daughter! I beg you, she's my only daughter! I'll give you money, I'll give you all my money!" The old man suddenly grabbed Parker's hand, pleading desperately. If Parker didn't agree, he would kneel down immediately.
"Get lost, old man. We're done with her. It's better than your daughter being used by those directors." Parker pushed the old man away, and the old man fell and hit his head on the curb, immediately bleeding.
"Grandpa!" The girl wanted to break free from the hooligans.
"Granddaughter!" The old man wanted to rush over to save his granddaughter, making the scene unbearable.
Fryer Victor was the first to see it! He immediately roared, "Beasts, let them go." His roar woke up the four monsters with him, and Barrett Walker, with a drunken and blurry vision, felt heavy-headed, watching the scuffle ahead and seeing the helpless expression on the girl's face, reminding him of himself. He immediately rushed forward with the five of them.
Suddenly, the doors on both sides opened, and a large group of knife-wielding gangsters poured out from inside. These people were the elite members of the various gangs in the East City, which had now united. There were more than three hundred people, all important figures from various factions, and the atmosphere was dark and heavy.
The five people had a good capacity for alcohol, and at this moment, they were sobered by the turn of events. But Barrett Walker remained drunk and, seeing so many people, was undaunted, smiling and pointing at them, stuttering, "What do so many of you want to do, play mahjong, or kick a football? I'm not afraid of any of you."
"We've come to arrest you!" Suddenly, several big shots from the various factions stood out and said, and with a wave of their hands, a large group of people rushed forward with their knives.
"I didn't expect to have an entertainment program after dinner!" Bell-Heims cracked his knuckles, producing a loud sound, twisted his neck, and, facing the menacing and fast-approaching knives, used a sneak attack to kick a man, sending him flying. He then raised his hand and struck the neck of another person who was ambushing him, causing him to collapse with a concussion!
At this moment, Barrett Walker saw blood, and with his already muddled mind, he seemed even more crazy, snatching a machete and swinging it repeatedly, causing blood to splatter everywhere, and lives to be lost. Barrett Walker, however, continued to hack away, completely unaware of what he was doing.