Chapter 454: Adrenaline is a Good Thing

To tell the truth, at that time, Wang An was lost in confusion.

Because even if he had this identity, perhaps, maybe, probably, eight out of ten times, it was still of no great use!

Therefore, ever since Wang An knew he was a militia member, he had never mentioned it.

When Wang An endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and stood up, he held the large 54 in his left hand and the horse whip in his right, and then limped toward the slightly older kid.

That's right, it was indeed "limping," not "walking," because at this moment, Wang An didn't dare to take a step; his legs were too painful, and moving hurt, so he could only limp.

Seeing Wang An limping over, as if seeing death approaching him, this caused the slightly older kid's whole face to turn green.

And the kid's whole face was visibly sweating, and his mouth was swallowing saliva from time to time.

It was clear that at this moment, this kid was truly afraid.

But it was clear that this kid's eyes were fixed on the muzzle of the large 54, while the limping Wang An had been directly ignored by this kid.

I have to say, under the artifact of equality among all living things, everyone is afraid.

And all those who say they aren't afraid, I guess, have never been pointed at by a loaded gun.

When Wang An limped to the kid's side, he was also sweating, and his whole head and face were covered in sweat.

Although the distance between the two was short, such a short distance still made Wang An twitch all over from pain.

After limping to the person's side, Wang An steadied his mind and swung the horse whip.

Fortunately, his arm had been holding the person's thigh, so he hadn't taken a beating from the pickaxe handle; otherwise, the current Wang An might not even be able to swing the horse whip.

Seeing Wang An raise his hand, the kid immediately shouted: "Big brother, I..."

But before he could finish shouting, the tip of Wang An's whip was already in place. Although the whip crack didn't sound, the kid's shouting was louder than the sound of the whip crack.

After one lash, only hearing the kid give a loud "Ah," he covered his eyes and fell to the ground.

Wang An lashed two more times and then gave up the idea of lashing again.

The main thing was that in the situation where the other side was wearing a cotton jacket, the damage of the whip was almost zero, and it was a waste of energy.

After discovering this, Wang An threw the horse whip on the ground, then once again laboriously squatted down and picked up the pickaxe handle that the kid had thrown on the ground.

Immediately after, Wang An swung the pickaxe handle with one hand and smashed it down on the kid who had just been knocked down by his whip.

But Wang An smashed the kid's head and the hands that were covering his face.

After three pickaxe handle strikes, the kid fainted with a face full of blood.

As hot blood surged and adrenaline soared, Wang An suddenly felt that the pain in his body didn't seem so intense anymore.

Of course, whether it hurt or not didn't delay Wang An from beating people.

After knocking this kid out, Wang An held the large 54 in his left hand and dragged the pickaxe handle in his right, walking toward the second person.

And the second person seemed to have accepted his fate, hugging his arms and squatting there, while stretching out his head, having long since set up a posture for taking a beating.

This person performed well, saving Wang An a lot of trouble, so when Wang An knocked him out, he only used two sticks.

No matter when, and no matter where, there is never a lack of brave people.

Because when Wang An successfully knocked out the first three and was walking toward the fourth person, the fourth person actually swung a pickaxe handle and rushed toward Wang An. I have to say, adrenaline is a good thing, because although Wang An was still painful everywhere, he was able to endure it.

And this pain could also stimulate Wang An's nerves, making Wang An even more angry.

Although Wang An knew that this state of soaring adrenaline could only last for a short time.

But Wang An believed that the guy resisting in front of him would become very miserable, and at the same time, Wang An could also easily handle the remaining one.

After discovering the person's movement, Wang An quickly held the large 54 in his mouth, gripped the pickaxe handle tightly with both hands, and swung it toward the person's pickaxe handle.

Only hearing a "Bang" sound, the two pickaxe handles collided.

Although because of age, height, and weight, Wang An was stronger than the other side, he still felt his hands were numb from the shock.

And because the other side's strength wasn't as good as Wang An's, he performed even more unbearably; looking at that posture, he couldn't even hold the pickaxe handle in his hand.

Immediately after, Wang An's "craziness" came up, and he smashed down one pickaxe handle after another.

After this kid resisted twice, he finally couldn't hold the pickaxe handle anymore. Only hearing a "Bang-lang" sound, the pickaxe handle in the kid's hand fell to the ground.

Losing the obstruction, Wang An swung even more enthusiastically, and after a few pickaxe handle strikes, the kid was smashed to the ground.

And after this kid fell to the ground, he actually started begging for mercy, while also calling for people.

Only hearing this kid first shout loudly:

"Big brother, I was wrong. Spare me this time, I will definitely study hard and never mess around again."

To tell the truth, this remark almost made Wang An laugh.

The main thing is, whether you study hard or not, what does it have to do with me? I'm not your father; why would I care if you study or not? Besides, about messing around, when you were swinging the pickaxe handle at me, why didn't you think you shouldn't mess around? Now that you find you're going to take a beating, you're thinking about not messing around anymore? What were you doing earlier? You f*cking love to mess around or not; even if you don't mess around in the future, you have to take this beating first.

So Wang An, hearing the shouting, didn't pay attention, and the pickaxe handle still smashed down. Not only did it smash down, but the strength also increased by a few points.

And the reason the strength increased instead of decreasing was because Wang An was this kind of person when he was studying.

Facing social people, if you can beat them, beat them; if you can't beat them, run; if you can't run, beg for mercy—this is simply the unified characteristic of student thugs.

Because many social people, when facing students, bullying is bullying; at most, they just get some money to spend, but when they actually move their hands to beat them, the beating is indeed much lighter.

However, Wang An dared to be sure that no matter whether he let him go today, he would still mess around as he should, without any delay at all.

Because, "a dog can't change its habit of eating feces."

As Wang An's pickaxe handle smashed down with increased strength, the kid, while howling, shouted: "My mother is the deputy town head. If my mother knows you beat me, you're finished."

After this kid shouted, he actually cried out, and it was the kind of "wa-wa" crying! This made the pickaxe handle Wang An had just raised again not smash down again.

Crying couldn't affect Wang An's intention to beat people.

But hearing this kid's remark, mainly the word "mother."

Truly made Wang An pause for a moment.

Because as far as Wang An knew, in this era in the Northeast, most people in the region called their father "die," but there was also a part of the region where people called their father "da."

However, calling their mother, it seemed they were all "niang."

And the person who called their mother "ma," the guy in front of him, was currently the second one! (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 455 =====