"Pop!" Omi didn't even look; his feet kicked, and Roger's bottom was unsteady and broken. With a casual kick, Roger's entire body tumbled to the ground, eating a mouthful of dust.
"Ah, Brother Ro isn't even an opponent." The three younger brothers were shocked. Brother Ro's martial arts skills were at least in the top twenty in the school, ah.
Roger gritted his teeth and flipped up upright, but he was beaten by a psychopath so badly that he was furious.
Roger made another move, the Wild Crane Double Claws, which was even more fierce than the move he had just made.
Omi grabbed Roger's wrist at once. What Wild Crane Double Claws? It looked more like a rooster being chased by a mad dog, waving its claws haphazardly.
Roger felt his wrist clamped by an iron vice, and he broke out in cold sweat.
Omi threw Roger upwards, and Roger spun three or four times in mid-air before finally falling heavily.
"Ah!" Roger let out a scream.
Omi walked up, Roger panicked and shouted, "Mercy, mercy, good man."
The three younger brothers looked at their boss incredulously. Oh my god, Brother Ro was shouting for mercy. Was this still Brother Ro who was running the campus?
Omi shook his head and sighed. "I didn't expect that in this world, such three-legged cats would even dare to come out and be yuppie hooligans. Alas." Omi remembered that in his world, there were many hooligans, but even the weakest hooligans were stronger than them by an unknown amount, ah.
"Good man, have mercy, I don't dare, wooooooo." Roger cried as he begged for mercy. He no longer had the momentum of the Five Great Villains. If he didn't beg for mercy, he might be wasted.
The three younger brothers had also already broken their nerves and kneeled down in panic, shouting 'good men spare our lives.'
Omi saw that the four yuppies had begged for mercy and didn't bother to get along with such a low-level person.
Omi bellowed, "Get out!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The four of them immediately got up and rolled away in disarray. They didn't dare to care about the Porsche anymore.
However, the four didn't completely roll away, and after running a few dozen meters, they hid in a bush.
"Brother Ro, what kind of person is this psycho, this martial art is too high."
Roger's heart palpitated. "What the hell, I didn't expect this psycho to be a great expert." Roger wiped a handful of blood from his face; his hands were still shaking.
Those few boys were also palpitating, their eyes staring at the parking lot.
They saw that psychopath standing in front of the front of the Porsche, which was still emitting a croaking alarm.
Omi got a little angry and said angrily, "You beast, are you going or not?"
"Bastard, if you keep croaking, I'll waste you."
"Quack, quack, quack."
Omi's face chilled, and he said angrily, "Bastard, since you're so blind, you can go to hell."
Omi raised his palm and slammed it into the hood of the car.
"Bang!" The front of the car heaved down, the front wheels instantly crushed and burst, while the rear of the car instantly warped into the sky and flew five or six meters high before hitting the ground straight on. The Porsche was scrapped in the blink of an eye.
A youngster stammered, "Brother Ro, your Porsche, was destroyed by a psychopath…."
Roger was scared silly; this psychopath, his martial arts skills were too high.
The security guard heard the noise and rushed out, while Omi had already disappeared.
Omi was walking down a street by himself, aimlessly.
A few dozen meters behind Omi, a Mercedes-Benz quietly tracked Omi.
"Grrrr." At this moment, Omi's stomach rumbled loudly.
Omi gulped down his saliva and looked at a large stall on the side of the road where several people were eating.
Omi licked his lips, then walked into the large stall.
Omi sat down at an empty table and shouted, "Samira!"
The people at the next table were all looking at Omi.
Omi saw that no Samira came to greet him, and shouted again, "Samira."
Still, no one came to greet him; instead, everyone was looking at him.
Omi muttered, "How come the service of restaurants in this world is so bad." Omi remembered that in his world, before he entered the restaurant, Samira would always greet him with a smile and say, "Guest, please come inside; the greeting is especially warm."
"Samira!" Omi shouted again.
At that moment, a woman came up, startled, looked at Omi for a few seconds, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"
"I want to order food."
The woman brought the menu to Omi, who didn't know exactly what the dishes were and casually scratched out five or six names.
After ordering, the woman said, "Wait here; I'll bring it up to you soon."
"All right." Omi smiled, finally able to eat.
After the food was served, Omi ate with great pleasure. Halfway through the meal, Omi shouted, "Samira, serve the wine."
The woman who had just looked at Omi stupidly for a few seconds then gave him two bottles of beer.
Omi laughed, "The bottles in this world are even like this; the mouth of the bottle is too small. It's not cool enough to drink." Omi flicked his finger, and the bottle cap flew off. Omi picked up the bottle and poured it into his mouth.
"Pooh pooh!" Omi just drank it and spit it out.
"Samira, what kind of wine is this, like water, worse than water, open a black shop, ah, you, give me a change."
The woman brought a bottle of sorghum to Omi.
Omi gulped it down, laughing. "This is cool."
Omi suddenly remembered the days when he used to drink and eat meat with his senior brothers, and his senior and little sisters danced with their swords to aid in the fun. Those days were endlessly memorable.
And now that he was alone in this strange world, never to return, he suddenly felt a bit sad. Omi couldn't forget his relatives, especially his little sister, who was only seventeen years old, one year younger than him. She was already the most famous beauty in the world.
Omi guessed that every time he peeked at his junior sister in the shower, she actually knew, but she pretended not to know.
Now that he could never go back, his senior sister no longer had anything to do with him. The number one beauty in the world, or even if she knew he was peeping in the shower, it was all a blur. In his world, he was just a dead man.
Omi gulped down the sorghum, and he's already oozing tears at the corners of his eyes.
Aftera bottle was finished in the blink of an eye, Omi shouted, "Simran, come again."
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Thewoman looked at Omi in amazement, a bottle of sorghum, less than a minute to drink it up. The woman brought another bottle up, and Omi shouted, "Not enough, five more bottles."
The woman didn't say anything and brought up four more bottles.
Omi had pain in his heart and drowned his sorrows through wine.
After five bottles were finished, Omi didn't ask for more, though with his drinking capacity, he could still drink more.
"Simran, pay the bill."
This time the woman knew she was being called and immediately came over.
The woman said, "A total of 235."
Omi wasn't sure how much 235 was, and pulled out his wallet.
Omi saw the photo of the upperclassman Zuo, and this time Omi knew that the checkout was not allowed. So, Omi looked for other pieces of paper, but unfortunately, there was only one piece of paper left except for that photo.
Omi handed that piece of paper to the woman.
The woman was stunned, what did Omi mean by giving her 5 yuan?
"Junior, how much change is left?"Don asked, he only had this one left to save and spend.