Chapter Seven Finding Faults

The population of Meteor Street is close to 10 million. The architectural composition is a cross with four wide and straight streets. Each street is the main street and divided into four areas.

Here, there is no interference from any government system. The entire Meteor Street is under the management of the Council of Elders, and there are a total of four elders in the Council, which govern the four regions of the southeast, north, south, and north respectively. Although there are factions, there are no factional disputes.

Madge's residence is located in the West Street area. As long as you walk through the narrow lanes, you can come to the main road of West Street. When you walk to the end, you will find the exit of Meteor Street. The outside of the city is full of garbage, and you will see it from time to time. Trucks drove in from outside, and then dumped the garbage without any scruples.

Luo and Ma Qi walked side by side and came to the main road of West Street.

There were quite a few people on the street. When they saw Luo, they all cast contemptuous and contemptuous glances at him. Some even spat at him, but they didn't do anything more outrageous afterwards.

"what's the situation?"

The sense of hostility shown by the residents along the way makes Luo very puzzled. Is it because he is an outsider? But Meteor Street can accept anything, there is no reason to resist him, is it because he is not a baby?

Moreover, if he resisted his arrival, then he would not have been so peaceful in the past twenty days.

"March, what's going on with them?" Luo was puzzled and a little annoyed. He quietly narrowed the distance with Maqi and asked in a low voice.

Ma Qi glanced at him, and said lightly: "They don't know your situation, because you stay at my house and don't go out, so you are regarded as a little boy."

Self-reliance is the basic quality of survival in Meteor Street. From the moment it was abandoned here, the concept of self-reliance has been engraved into the bone marrow. Even babies who have lost their limbs since birth can find the way to survive when they are four or five years old. method, let alone a person with sound limbs, and age is not the right to act like a baby.

In this environment, it's not surprising that Luo, who has been hiding at Ma Qi's house for nearly a month, will be spit on. If someone has a hot temper and a straightforward personality, it is estimated that Luo Song will loosen his muscles without saying a word.

"Little boy..." Luo's mouth twitched. To be honest, it felt weird that the word "boyfriend" was said in such a flat tone by a little lolita, but he couldn't refute it.

Luo smiled wryly, and habitually stretched out his index finger and rubbed his forehead. He really wanted to slap this group of unknown guys down with a slap, but this didn't change anything.

"At first, I thought about improving the food first, but now it seems that I have to take off the hat of 'little boy' first." Luo curled his lips, and in a few days, he will use his actions to let them know how much it is for Madge to pick him back. A wise choice, bah bah, it's not picking, it's an invitation.

The mood gradually calmed down, and Luo stopped paying attention to the gazes around him.

Ma Qi looked at Luo with a calm expression, and raised her eyebrows slightly. She never took the initiative to ask about Luo's background, because Meteor Street would not reject anything, so naturally she would not care about it.

However, she felt that Luo's age was about the same as hers, and he remained indifferent in the face of so many contemptuous looks and actions, as if he lacked the vigor that this age group should have.

How could Madge have thought that Luo, who seemed to be a teenager, had an adult soul stuffed into his body?

"Aren't you mad?" March asked.

"Hey, how could I care about this group of short-sighted people." Luo Wenyan shrugged freely, but suddenly saw a middle-aged man in a short-sleeved light shirt in front of him raised his middle finger at him, His face suddenly turned black.

International gestures can be enjoyed no matter where you are.

Without further ado, Luo responded with a middle finger.

"..." Madge looked at Robbie's gesture speechlessly, then looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Seeing Luo's actions, the middle-aged man had a look of anger on his face,

There was a hint of treachery in the depths of his eyes, and he was walking towards Luo in a vigorous manner.

"March, if he strikes first, it should be fine if I beat him down?" Luo looked at the middle-aged man approaching angrily, just as he wanted to test the results of his practice in the past half month.

Your strength is even inferior to mine, and you still want to beat him...

March thought silently, did not answer Luo's question, but took a few steps directly in front of Luo, and then quietly looked at the middle-aged man.

Seeing Ma Qi's actions, Luo was slightly taken aback. Although he was very moved that Ma Qi was willing to help him avoid trouble, how could he hide behind a little girl.

Seeing this, the surrounding Meteor Street residents all looked ready to watch a good show, and seeing Luo hiding behind Ma Qi, their views and positioning of Luo were directly raised to the position of waste.

What they think at this time is to see the middle-aged man educate Luo well. If it weren't for Meteor Street, there are irons that can't hurt the lives of compatriots on the table, otherwise they really want the middle-aged man to turn Luo's head off with one hand. , so as not to be an eyesore.

The physical fitness of the residents of Meteor Street seems to be very good. This middle-aged man is tall and strong. Standing in front of Ma Qi, he is a full upper body taller.

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, he pinched his phalanx hard, made a clicking sound, and said coldly: "March, this is between him and me."

March silently pulled out a thin fishing line from between his hands, and responded to the middle-aged man with actions.

This middle-aged man's name is Malza, and she has some grievances with her. She also knows that the other party's real troublemaker is herself. She didn't do it a few times before.

"My strength is absolutely inferior to Malzabi's. I can't be hit by him, and I can't resist hard. The fault tolerance rate is too high, so I have to find a way to wrap his lower body with a thread first, and then limit part of his mobility. Only then can we let go and attack." Madge's thoughts turned quickly.

"Don't get out of the way, right? That means you've taken over this matter." Malzaweimi's eyes slowly opened, revealing a cold smile.

"It has nothing to do with him." March said flatly.

Malza's eyes suddenly turned cold, and without warning, he punched Ma Qi, without any sympathy, and there was also the intention of a sneak attack.

Madge's eyes narrowed suddenly.

The fist was as big as a casserole, and the speed of the fist was not so fast that it was difficult to react, but Malza punched out suddenly, and the distance between the two sides was relatively close. Even though Ma Qi was ready to fight, he couldn't dodge in time. .

"I can only stop it!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, Ma Qi resolutely gave up the idea of ​​dodging hastily, and directly raised his delicate arms and crossed them in front of him.

A look of disdain flashed in Marza's eyes.

At this time, Luo suddenly moved, and quickly pushed Ma Qi away in a quick step.

Pushed by Luo, Madge's body fell to the right, and she looked at Luo with wide eyes and a calm face. At this moment, the thought in her mind was: Is this guy tired of working?

The fist passed Ma Qi and went straight towards Luo.

"Looking for death!" Malza grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Boom!"

With a dull sound, Malza's casserole-sized fist stopped, and a small hand made it difficult for his fist to penetrate even an inch.

"Huh?" Malza was taken aback.

The spectators around were also taken aback for a moment, what they thought was a pretty face actually blocked Malza's fist, and it looked very relaxed.

They are all from West Street, so the onlookers know that Malza's strength is not small, but his fist was caught so easily?

Luo's upper body was covered with a thin layer of qi. After catching Malza's fist, not only would he not feel any pain, but he also didn't feel any pressure. He thought that the half-month practice was still very useful.

"Uncle, this punch is so powerful!"

Luo hehe smiled, this compliment was full of strong sarcasm.

"You brat!" Malza gritted his teeth, his eyes were about to burst into flames, he felt ashamed!