Chapter 1095: A Coward

To be honest, it is really insulting to be slapped in the face like this. If it were a normal man with some blood in his veins, he would probably have jumped up.

He Zhiyong was also annoyed, but... his coccyx didn't hurt, and his two arms also hurt. Moreover, he has always been a coward who only bullies those who are weaker than him. If you dare to confront him head-on, he will retreat step by step and dare not confront you head-on.

He Zhiyong swallowed his saliva and said carefully: "I... I... no... no, no, I just... didn't say anything... My arm was injured, just now..."

The big man roared: "Speak louder, you are whining like a woman, are you a man?"

He Zhiyong shuddered, "Yes... I'm sorry, just now... I accidentally bumped into my brother when I was walking, you... don't mind...

The big man looked He Zhiyong up and down and said disdainfully: "Damn, a soft egg, you don't dare to do it, you have grown all this flesh in vain! ”

He Zhiyong nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes... I... I am just lazy and can't compare with you, big brother, can't compare..."

"Hmph... you are smart... turn around."

He Zhiyong was confused as to why he had to turn around? But he still did it honestly.

Result...

Just as he turned around, a strong kick came over. His butt was already painful, and it hurt even more.

He Zhiyong screamed, and his body couldn't control the strong kick and was pushed forward.

Pah, he fell face down on the ground.

"Coward..."

The big man looked at He Zhiyong and cursed and turned away.

He Zhiyong lay on the ground trembling with pain. He felt as if his tailbone was about to break, and his face was also in pain. It was so severe that my teeth seemed to be loose, and my mouth was full of the salty smell of blood.

People passing by would stay away from me when they saw me. These days, unless you have a mine at home, who would dare to help others?

He Zhiyong lay on the ground for a long time before getting up.

He covered his tailbone above his buttocks and screamed in pain.

"Pah..." He Zhiyong spit out a mouthful of saliva, which was red and stained with blood.

After people walked away, he dared to curse: "Fuck you, I'm going to fuck your eight generations of ancestors... Next time, don't... If I see you... you wait for me..."

People like He Zhiyong would only dare to say a few words like this.

After cursing, He Zhiyong lowered his head and tried to pick up his luggage. When he was kicked out just now, the luggage in his hand flew away.

As a result, He Zhiyong looked around and didn't see his luggage bag. It was probably that when he was lying on the ground and couldn't move, he didn't know that the wicked person took it away.

It was the first time that He Zhiyong felt like he was going to have a tantrum when he stood on the street.

Damn, what on earth did he pour today? Bad luck, was he possessed by the god of bad luck?

He was unlucky one after another, lost his job, got injured, was beaten up while walking on the road, and his luggage was lost?

What the hell?

"Fuck..."

He Zhiyong cursed, "That guy with sores on his head and pus on his feet stole my luggage..."

Naturally, no one paid attention to him, and others thought he was a lunatic.

He Zhiyong cursed for a while, but his mouth was really painful and he couldn't curse anymore, so he moved forward little by little like a turtle.