Thugs Campus

GARBAGE

The knife made in the blood-soaked market I held tightly in my right hand and I was in full alert mode waiting for the attack coming from the young man who carried the key made in England.

He was still running towards me with a red face full of intense anger.

Little by little the distance between us he eroded and I was already in fully combat ready mode.

"Campus loe the dog!". He screamed and I was ready to dodge.

"Wusssss!" He didn't swing that key unless he threw it.

The English key flew in the air and was a few cm in front of the muke gw.

I didn't think that punk boy would do that, couldn't dodge because of the distance I was and he was so close.

HOLY SHIT!! I swore in my heart as the English key flew towards my face.

Reflek gw rem looking forward to a kiss from the English key.

"Sayangg!". The screams of bianca from inside the taxi were heard as I watched it sound backwards with fresh blood coming out of my nose.

The throw was the unlucky guy right about my face and more precisely got this nose.

Gw plug with fingers but red blood still just keep coming out, I'm holding the nose shaft I'm a little cracked I feel.

"Haha! Loe mampus". The blue mohawk laughed widely as he quickly advanced and took out yet another english key lying on the ground.

I who from earlier focused on stopping the bleeding in the nose would not want to stand up straight again and be wary of the follow-up attacks from the young man.

He ran again and when he arrived in front of gw, he swung the wrench sideways to the head.

"Wussssss!". The swing hit the wind because I immediately lowered my head to dodge.

"Jeebbb! Craaaass!". While I looked down I put a knife in the thigh he went through the pants and meat.

"Yahaaaaa! Goddammit!". The key swing now turned into a punch from above as I lowered my head right in front of him.

The knife quickly pulled out and immediately rolled to the left 3 times to stay away and slightly away, I immediately stood up to get back on standby.

The blue mohaek holds his pricked thigh, fresh blood seeps in his pants.

"Creeeeat!". Swing a knife to remove and remove the blood on it.

"Come on, tong, it's getting fun! contact is seen by many. We prove the local product what the outside product is more powerful". Not caring about my nose that is still bleeding and his painful trunk, I challenge him again.

"Yahyaaaaa!". With bloody thighs he shouted and ran again towards gw.

I did not stand still waiting for him to attack, I slightly lowered my head and immediately darted to welcome his attack.

He swung the wrench I dodged, I tried to stab his stomach he quickly avoid it.

The dodging skills of the two of us both appeared to dodge each other's attacks.

Gw and he both know 1 more time aja hit a puncture or a key blow England has been ascertained that hit first is the loser because of the weapons that we both equally deadly.

The life battle between the two of us continues, no matter this on the side of the road and in front of the mini market.

I not only play with the knife but also with the occasional kick I launched and hit the stomach.

The young man was also the same kick he did on the sidelines of his English key swing.

The difference in height and leg length between us makes me superior because I can avoid his kick.

But in terms of body agility he is short and small superior to gw.

The breath we both hunted each other, the windy stamina gradually began to drain, only the lust to kill and the lust to defeat each other which became our spirit to continue to launch attacks.

"Traaang!!". Swing lock english gw tangkis with kitchen knife mom canteen.

Because of the thickness and durability of the knife is small, I w until it is honed to the side to the power swing of the wrench.

"Thank you this dog!". He immediately stepped forward and prepared to hit me on the back.

"Relieve it!". I answered and the tiger's cake jumped forward.

"Babesco!". The blow shot down and hit the ground.

I got up and stood up and luckily the blood coming out of my nose stopped flowing.

We both looked at each other sharply, the young man as if unaffected by the stab wound I had created on his thigh.

Once again he pointed his ingris key in the direction of gw and I also do not want to lose the kitchen knife of the canteen mother also I pointed at him.

The mental battle and the bullying spree came after a fierce fight between the two of us.

His face that had been flushed with anger and emotion now seemed calm and regulated the breath.

"Gw acknowledge loe bang's ability! I'm looking for the wrong enemy today". Still brandishing his English key he spoke.

How so call this boy gw bang, what try the motive.

"Don't tell me you want to give up the barrel! aren't you a man?". I replied with the same position still by brandishing the kitchen knife mother canteen gw.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha! for people who live on the streets like Iw, giving up is like dying!". He laughed and answered.

"What a nice word tong, I also admit your ability but that's not enough to give me, play you less far to offset my ability!".

"Don't be so happy! Heroes can sometimes lose to villains if they are too arrogant and confident". He stared at me cynically.

"Unfortunately I'm not a hero, I'm your kek. We're both trash but there's one thing that sets us apart".

"Differences?! Is there a difference between rubbish? We are equally useless".

"Brain! I'm a brain-washing trash who acts with reason not with lust like you did just now, not everyone you can harass the tong and you are the same temen you have attracted the axis of emotion Iw the most easily ignited is the parent Iw".

"HaHahaHa, I don't know the face of the parents of the little envious alike loe bang can have such emotions, but this is our last conversation bang! Let's end it soon".

"Lu sell gw buy keg, get outin everything you have will I show you what is real street gelut".

"Gw will look forward to that bang! I'll also show you how to fight real garbage".