I don't want to fight with the boys in school. I fight for women or for a little friction. It's not my style anymore. I've got a lot of blood on my hands.

Tang Yong cleaned up the garbage left over from the barbecue, put it in a bag, and we headed for the dormitory.

"Do you want to go like this when you hit someone? Coward! " A man shouted from behind.

I didn't say anything. Tang Yong just put up a middle finger in the back. He was not afraid of things at all. If he was afraid of things, he would not take the initiative to cause...