Chapter 918: Demon-Killing Rangers (Part 2)

On a sunny morning, two teenagers appeared on the streets of the community.

One of them was wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt, and his brown hair was permed into small waves; the other was wearing a black and blue sportswear, and his brown hair was combed sideways.

They are e.j. and Derek. They are both twelve years old this year. They are what we commonly call school bullies.

The two teenagers' daily hobby is to find trouble with other classmates. Whether you are short, ugly, weird, obese, or... simply one or two grades below them, this can be a reason for them to bully you.

Of course, their behavior is not outrageous to both humans and gods. It is nothing more than prank-like bullying... such as tripping you, throwing your snacks on the ground, talking trash, or flipping off your hat, etc. wait.

On this day, e.j. and Derek were walking aimlessly in the community together early in the morning.

Like most American children living in the 1980s, in an era when the Internet was far from popular, "going out to play with friends" was their most commonly chosen form of entertainment.

"Hey, look, isn't that Horace that guy walking across the street?"

"Yeah, that fat guy is eating Snickers again."

"How about we go up and tidy him up?"

"Just what I wanted."

The two hit it off immediately, and immediately stepped forward and stopped in front of Horace.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our show." e.j stood in front of Horace, raised his right hand, pretended to be holding a microphone, and said in a radio host tone, "Tonight's question is - "What makes Fatty so fat?" He looked at Horace and said maliciously, "Fatboy, what do you think?"

"Go away. e.j..." Horace replied angrily.

"Well...'Go away, e.j'..." e.j pretended to be thoughtful, repeated the other person's words, and then said, "...No, this is not a good answer, absolutely. It doesn't make sense..." As he spoke, he handed the "microphone" in his imagination to Derek and continued, "Let's give the microphone to street reporter Derek to hear his thoughts. Bar."

"Hello everyone, I'm Derek." Derek took the "microphone" very cooperatively and said to Horace with a mocking look on his face, "I am currently on a street blocked by the presence of Fatty. ." His sarcasm was not clever, but it was quite mean. "Hey! Fatty." He suddenly raised his voice and said to Horace, "Can you stop eating?"

When he said this, E.J had already reached out and knocked the Snickers bar in Horace's hand to the ground, and crushed it hard several times with the sole of his shoe.

"Listen. I have some problems with glandular secretion, okay?" Although Horace looked honest and timid, he did not give in to these two bad boys, but retorted. "At least I'm not like some people who are...brainless."

"What did you say? Idiot?" After hearing this, E.J immediately raised his voice, pushed Horace, and repeated. "Can you say that again!"

"My name is not Idiot, my name is Horace!" Horace replied straightforwardly.

"Ha...**...butt..." Derek immediately sneered and forcibly pronounced the other person's name crookedly (here he deliberately separated the word horase and pronounced it as "whore...ass...").

E.J grabbed the comic book held in Horace's other hand and tore it into two pieces. Thrown to the ground.

"Oh, no, I accidentally tore it." After doing this, e.j pretended to cover his face with one hand and said, "Maybe it's because my brain is not working well."

Horace looked down at the Snickers bars and comic books on the ground, and muttered something aggrievedly.

Although he spoke very softly, he was still heard by the other party.

"What did you say? Idiot!" e.j's lines were exactly the same as before. Generally speaking, this kind of school bully's brain is really not very good, so his vocabulary is also very limited. "Say it again if you dare!"

Horace is indeed quite smart. The honest fat man mustered up the courage and repeated the words he just muttered at a volume that the other party could clearly hear: "I said - you two are really bastards."

Before he finished speaking, E.J pushed Horace, rushed forward, and knocked him to the ground.

Then, he sat on Horace's belly, suppressing the little fat man with his height and size advantages, and then landed a set of bastard punches on his face.

Horace's reaction was the same as that of all children who are not good at fighting. After falling into a disadvantage, he used his hands to protect the area where the opponent hit him, and instinctively closed his eyes.

In fact, e.j's fighting style is not very clever, and he does not use particularly strong force when punching. This kind of punch will not break the skin or leave bruises even if it is not blocked. In the final analysis, this is just a fight between children. In their consciousness, there is no intention to hurt others. They just want to slap the other person a few times to make the other person beg for mercy.

"Let that kid go!"

However, at this moment, a sharp shout came, interrupting the bullying.

The "severeness" of this "severe"... mainly depends on the tone, but the speaker's voice does not sound intimidating at all. It can even be said to be cute...

"Huh?" E.J., who was riding on Horace, and Drake, who was standing next to him to cheer, looked up at the sound and looked at a young figure five or six meters away.

This was a little boy wearing a full set of mini assassin costumes. His costume was very exquisite. The edges of the hood and the details of the clothes were embroidered with gold trims. The arm sheaths on his wrists, the leather boxes on his torso and waist for various props, the knife belt, the belt, etc. were all available. Even though these children in the 1980s had never seen or heard of the term "Assassin's Creed", the coolness of this outfit itself was enough to make people feel powerful.

"What? Do you want to meddle in other people's business? Robin Hood." Drake stared at Wang Tanzhi for a few seconds, and then replied in a provocative tone, and by the way, he made fun of Xiao Tan's appearance.

Because he was three years younger than the other party, Xiao Tan's body shape was significantly different from E.J. and Drake, so the latter was not at all inferior to him.

"Why don't you fight someone who is the same size as you or bigger?" Xiao Tan asked a silly question.

As we all know, bullying the weak and taking advantage of the situation is the iron rule of bad boys. If they are not in the superior number or physique, they usually will not take the initiative to attack.

"Hey, you want to be a hero, right, kid?" E.J stood up from Horace. Together with Derek, he approached Xiao Tan, "I advise you to save your energy. I don't want to see you crying and going home to complain to your mother."

"Same here..." Xiao Tan did not retreat a step, standing proudly (although he was only 1.3 meters tall), showing an attitude of being ready to fight at any time.

After all, he is an adult. Even without the skills and items in the game, he can beat the two children with the mentality and experience of an adult without the disadvantage of size.

"Look at me beating you up!" Derek and E.J rushed forward together, and used the basic routine of children's fights - push down first and talk later.

This fighting mode. This was also a habit they developed from fighting with children who were physically weaker than them. Those children usually couldn't find a way to get rid of the weight they were pressed by, so they would be beaten unilaterally.

But... Xiao Tan would not give the other party such an opportunity.

Facing two teenagers who were almost a head taller than him and were rushing sideways, he decisively supported himself with one hand and kicked them sideways. In the blink of an eye, the soles of his two small feet accurately stepped on the knees of the two.

The next second, E.J. and Derek both screamed, hugged their left and right knees respectively, and then rolled on the ground with painful expressions.

"Ah... After all, they are all children. This is the extent of the solution." Xiao Tan thought to himself as he reorganized his posture, "But these two guys are too exaggerated... I hardly used much strength..."

Just as he was thinking, the two had really stood up from the ground. But after they got up, they immediately chose to run in the opposite direction with a limp...

"Damn it! Remember this!"

"Haaa...haaa...wait for me..."

After the two escaped dozens of meters in a panic, Xiao Tan walked to Horace and asked, "Are you okay, kid...er...buddy." He almost blurted out the name "kid".

"It's okay, thank you." Horace patted the dust off himself. He asked excitedly, "I say...you are really amazing, you can actually do that kind of action. What is that? Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Well...sort of." Xiao Tan smiled embarrassedly and replied casually.

Unexpectedly, Horace became more and more excited: "Oh! That's so cool." He paused for half a second and continued, "That...my name is Horace, what's your name?"

"Wang Tanzhi." Xiao Tan directly said his game nickname. According to his experience, the system usually handles cultural differences in addressing.

"Oh, wang, nice to meet you." Sure enough, Horace's reaction seemed to be without any sense of disobedience.

"Me too, Horace." Xiao Tan replied. At this point in the conversation, Xiao Tan actually wanted to find a time to leave. Although being chivalrous and righteous was important, he still had a mission.

"Ah! Right!" But suddenly, Horace seemed to have thought of something, and he widened his eyes and said, "Wang, are you interested in joining our club?"

"Club?" Xiao Tan was puzzled for half a second and asked, "What club?"

Horace did not answer his question immediately, but continued to ask: "Do you have time now? I'll take you to meet a few people."

…………

At the same time, in the same community, on another street.

"Hey~ Isn't this Brother Qi Sha?" Feng Bujue, who was riding on a small bicycle, supported himself on one foot, while looking at the person blocking the road in front of him, and quickly ate the toast in his mouth.

Brother Jue and Qi Sha were able to recognize each other, definitely not because they knew each other since childhood, but mainly based on clothing to judge who the other person was. After the clothes matched, looking at the face, you will naturally find some similarities with the adult version.

"Yes, it's me." Qi Sha replied with a smile.

"Are you... out walking the dog?" Feng Bujue glanced at the big dog the other party was holding and asked with a smile.

"Then are you... out practicing driving?" Qi Sha also glanced at the mount under Brother Jue's crotch and replied.

"Hehe... wait, I'll lock the car first." Feng Bujue replied with a fake smile.

"Haha... Just wait, I'll tie up the dog first." Qisha replied with a smile.

The two of them finished their business by a big tree and a fence on the side of the road respectively, and then returned to the pedestrian path on the street.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to fight you so soon." After standing still, Qisha was the first to speak.

"Yes~ Life is full of surprises." Feng Bujue replied.

"Perhaps... the duel before us will directly determine the outcome of the entire game." Qisha added.

"That's not necessarily true..." Feng Bujue said, "Our teammates are not weak either... aren't they?"

"Hmph... That's true." Qisha smiled, already in a fighting stance.

Feng Bujue also turned sideways to face the enemy and was ready for contingency.

The two faced off in silence for nearly a minute. During this period, a postman, two morning joggers, a police patrol car, nine passers-by, and three other naughty children accompanied by their parents passed by them or across the street.

Basically... no one kept their eyes on them for more than five seconds.

"ah--"

"ah--"

Suddenly, the two of them let out a long roar in their own childish voices, and then followed the sound and rushed out.

Bang bang bang bang...

Immediately afterwards, they used the physiques of children to perform various gorgeous fighting moves, and launched a fierce offensive and defensive battle on the street.

Although Brother Jue and Qisha have no intention of letting go, their strength and speed... have all been reduced to a very, very low level. So much so that the fight scene was extremely...cute.

There was no collision of force against force, no energy cutting through the air, no dizzying speed. Some of them were just two strong-looking primary school students, fighting each other on the street.

After only ten seconds of fighting, Feng Bujue realized a problem, and he said it directly during the fight: "I'll go...this is wrong! After both sides' physical fitness has declined, you A guy like this who can use fighting skills has a huge advantage!”

"You can't blame me for this." Qisha responded, "Everyone's body has shrunk, which is fair. It's your own problem that you don't know fighting skills."

"Tch..." Feng Bujue spat unhappily, "Then let's decide the outcome based on our skills!" After saying that, he activated... (To be continued...)