This was a street full of trouble.
The black Volkswagen Passat was parked on the side of the road.
Lin Mo's calm gaze fell on the thin boy not far away. In an instant, a ripple appeared in his eyes…He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and the corners of his mouth curled up.
…
He was wearing the blue and white uniform of Zhonghai City's No. 12 Middle School. He had messy short hair and was carrying an old school bag.
He saw that the figure was about to disappear into the crowd.
Lin Mo pushed open the car door and followed behind him at a moderate distance.
They watched as this young man called Zhao Junxiong walked into the school.
Glancing at the words 'No. 12 High School of the Xicheng District,' Lin Mo paced around the school's periphery.
It wasn't too big, with only three or four buildings surrounding a 400-meter-wide field.
…
Lin Mo took out his phone and searched for relevant information on the Internet. Soon, he recorded a phone number.
He was invited into the school by a middle-aged leader of the school as a scholarship donation…
They walked along the long corridor of the classroom.
Lin Mo's gaze seemed to sweep past the windows without a trace, but in fact, in his clear eyes, he quickly eliminated the existence of the target from the students in a very short time.
He paused in his steps.
He glanced at the class sign.'Grade One (Class 2).'
"Then that's it. I'm prepared to sponsor one student from each of the twelve classes who is outstanding in their studies but comes from a poor family from the first year of high school.”
Lin Mo said to the middle-aged leader beside him.
…
Sitting in No. 12 Middle School's first-year teacher's office, a list of students appeared in front of Lin Mo.
"How about this child called Zhao Junxiong?”
he asked casually.
"He doesn't have many bright spots. His grades are average, not bad, not good either. His looks are average…In class, his relationship with his classmates seems to be very ordinary.”
"Oh, right."
"I remember that Zhao Junxiong's family seems to only rely on his grandfather. His family conditions are indeed quite poor.”
Lin Mo smiled gently and did not continue asking.
Since he was able to match the template of the golden wine to a degree of 96%, then the potential in this child's body was definitely not as 'ordinary' as described by this teacher.
…
"Grandfather's health is getting worse and worse. We can't delay any longer.”
"Even if I have to bite them with my teeth, I have to tear off one of their ears…"
Year One (Class 2).
Zhao Junxiong, who was sitting in the middle and leaning on the table, was evaluated by the teacher as having average grades and looks. His eyes flickered and he was furious.
His name was Zhao Junxiong, and he was 16 years old this year. He had been living with his grandfather since he was young. His grandfather had been collecting junk to support him.
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In the early years, or rather, before Zhao Junxiong turned 14, the grandfather and grandson had the toughest days.
This was because the places that were dilapidated, had a lot of junk, and were valuable were all occupied by other scavengers.
Wherever there were people, there would be martial arts.
The older grandfather couldn't compete with the others…
After Zhao Junxiong turned 14, he hid it from his grandfather and became his grandfather's protective umbrella…He was like a young lone wolf, using everything he could to chase away the scavengers in his grandfather's scrap picking area!
He had also been beaten to the ground, but he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. He only desperately protected his head, and then…seized the opportunity to hug the scavenger's thigh without caring about anything!
He opened his mouth and used his teeth to bite off pieces of flesh from the scavengers 'bodies…
His mouth was full of blood…
Then, he poked his finger straight at the scavenger's eye!
His young eyes were filled with the madness of risking his life!
In school, she was an average student with average grades. However, in the eyes of many scavengers, Zhao Junxiong was a lunatic who couldn't be provoked.
This time, three middle-aged men appeared in the area where his grandfather often scavenged. They even shouted at his grandfather several times.
…
He sat calmly in front of the school gate and ate slowly in a breakfast shop.
He didn't have to wait too long.
The school bell rang in the afternoon.
…
Lin Mo found Zhao Junxiong at a glance in the crowd that swarmed out. He even saw the temperament that only existed on a desperate person that flashed on the young man in school uniform.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Mo was curious.
He placed the ten-yuan note on the breakfast plate and quickly followed.
…
Zhao Junxiong practically jogged all the way. He kept moving his body and plunged into the area that was waiting to be demolished some distance away from the school.
Lin Mo's eyes became more and more curious.
He used the detection and anti-detection abilities he obtained from the first template. He followed them from a distance a few times. Even so, he was almost detected by Zhao Junxiong's sharp sense of smell.
The thin figure did not take the main road. Instead, he climbed over the wall and jumped into the ruins.
Zhao Junxiong grabbed a rusty steel pipe.
…
In front of a relatively intact abandoned old building, Lin Mo noticed three middle-aged men leaning against the corner of the wall, lazing around. He quickly swept his gaze over them.
One of them was bald and had a strong body, while the other had a large tattoo on his arm. There was also one who had a cigarette in his mouth and looked the thinnest…
Lin Mo saw it again.
Zhao Junxiong bent over and climbed in from the back of the old house to the front.
He was half-squatting, holding the steel pipe tightly in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the few men lying in the corner of the wall.
…
Without any hesitation.
He suddenly jumped down.
At the same time, he used all his strength to raise the steel pipe and swung it at the bald middle-aged man's head without caring about anything else.
Fight for your life!
It was a genuine fight to the death!
Using his teeth, using his mouth, using everything he could…
…
Lin Mo was stunned.
To the current him, a fight between a few people was not much better than playing around…However, the ruthlessness and madness of the sixteen-year-old Zhao Junxiong even made goosebumps appear on his arms.
Such a wild beast, you call him 'ordinary'?!
Blind!
He was really blind!
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