Chapter 35 Violence

At midnight, the atmosphere on the scene was also hit to its peak. Mon, who was known as the bandit rap no1, walked onto the battle stage with a microphone, pointed to the bandit sound in the crowd, and stepped on the rhythm: "Hey, Caesar, are you brave enough to go on stage? Come with me to fight, see I beat you up all over your face, let you know how powerful Mon is."

The crowd began to cheer and pushed Kou Xiang, wanting him to go on stage to play with Mon, but Kou Xiang didn't really want to pay attention to him.

He was with Yang Zhi and asked her if she wanted to add another glass of milk.

The sound of heavy metal collisions in his ears was extremely noisy. Yang Zhi approached Kou Xiang's ears and said loudly: "That person seems to be provoking you."

"I know."

"Don't you respond?"

Kou Xiang looked at Yang Zhi with great interest, and seemed indifferent: "Do you want to respond, you said."

Yang Zhi turned around and heard Mon still entangled: "Hidding by a woman is such a good man, I have the will to go to power and fight to the death with your father."

She was a little unhappy and said to Kou Xiang: "Give him some good looks."

Kou Xiang raised his lips and stood up and said to the big dog, "Give your sister-in-law good."

"Don't worry." The big dog sat next to Yang Zhi and acted as if he wanted to protect him: "My sister-in-law has one less hair, I will read it in reverse."

Yang Zhi couldn't help laughing out loud: "Bdog, on the other hand, isn't it just a dog..."

After saying that, Yang Zhi covered his mouth and stopped.

The big dog barked: "Sister-in-law is a social person, so honest!"

After accidentally saying swear words, Yang Zhi's cheeks turned red: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it."

The big dog waved his hand without any worries.

While chatting and laughing, Kou Xiang drank the remaining beer in the cup and walked straight to the stage.

The noise and shouting around were even louder, and everyone's eyes were attracted by these two people. Yang Zhi also reached out and cheered: "Caesar!"

Kou Xiang took the microphone handed over by the host. Faced with Mon's unkind physical provocation, the corners of his mouth were casually raised, and the wind was light and cloudy.

The more he got in touch with him, the more Yang Zhi felt that Kou Xiang was difficult to understand.

He has a bad temper and often sulks with a calm face. Sometimes, he seems to be generous. For example, on the battlefield, he never gives people a look or insults others.

"Why isn't he angry?" Yang Zhi asked Dagou: "That person's words are so ugly."

The big dog smiled: "It seems that my sister-in-law doesn't know us Caesar very well."

Yang Zhi wanted to say, I am really not your sister-in-law, I will forget it and let it go.

"He will never fight with people in battle, no matter how ugly the others diss are, he will not."

Yang Zhi was even more puzzled: "Why?"

Big Dog thought for a while: "Maybe it's out of respect for hip-hop, Caesar loves hip-hop music very much."

"That's how it is."

Yang Zhi looked at the stage thoughtfully. In the spotlight, the man who exuded a fatal charm in every move, he was full of enthusiasm, respecting hip-hop and the microphone in his hand.

A battle between the two of them was wonderful. Mon was swearing, his words were very ugly, and he had no bottom line. I greeted all your relatives and friends.

Kou Xiang's rap has a very good sense of rhythm, and the rhymes of double and triple slaps are not comparable to Mon. Moreover, his rap is not completely pronounced. He has his own flow and has a certain charm in it, which others cannot learn.

Big Dog looked at the stage and said enviously: "No one can compare to Caesar in terms of skills and vocabulary. Whether it is taking the bus or the subway, he is remembering the rhymes. A talented and diligent person is the food he gives to God."

"He really worked hard." Yang Zhi was deeply touched by this. Anyway, when she tutored him, this guy could write lyrics while doing the exam, which was very awesome.

The big dog drank all the beer in the glass: "In time, he will definitely be able to carry forward the hip-hop of China and let more people know that hip-hop is a kind of music with attitude, not violence, crime, swear words... People nowadays have too deep misunderstandings about hip-hop."

Yang Zhi's blood suddenly became hot, looking at the radiant man on the stage...what is his attitude?

What is his persistent attitude?

In the battle game, each person will go to diss the opponent forty-five seconds, and the final winner will be determined by the cheers of the audience.

Mon's gangster rap is well-deserved and can drive the mood on the scene. It is difficult to decide the winner for a while. The host said it is better to compete again. Without waiting for the coin to throw, he decided who started first. Mon spoke directly diss-

"Hey, take your academy and get out of me quickly. Others say how powerful Caesar is. I think he is just a beggar who knows nothing."

"Go to your mother August, go to your mother Caesar, a group of rich children, complaining without any illness and thinking that they are outstanding. In front of my bandit rap, you are all weak, yo, why not go home and have a breastfeeding."

Kou Xiang smiled calmly, glanced at him with his eyes raised, and waited for him to finish singing the last few seconds.

Mon suddenly looked at Yang Zhi in the crowd, and there was a passage in the middle. He moved the microphone away, but his mouth was moving, which means that only the Kou Xiang who was closest to him could hear it.

Forty-five seconds, it was just right. After Mon finished singing the last sentence, he threw the microphone directly. The audience screamed, and the atmosphere was pushed to the climax by his last wave.

Yang Zhi knew from Mon's eyes that he must have said something bad to her.

The big dog said to Yang Zhi: "Don't care, this is how diss is."

Of course, Yang Zhi knew the diss culture of rap, which was to expose each other's shortcomings and tramples, but that guy named Mon did disrespect others too much.

The microphone was handed back to Kou Xiang's hand, and his face changed. The calmness and indifference that had been before had long disappeared. There seemed to be a storm in his gloomy eyes.

Forty-five seconds had already begun, but he didn't speak. Time passed by minute by minute, and the people around him began to get restless.

Kou Xiang's face gradually turned from the weak before to the gloomy. He held the microphone tightly in his hand and said nothing.

"No, Caesar can't be sung?"

"This is the rhythm of giving up."

However, before everyone could react, Kou Xiang weighed the microphone in his hand and suddenly hit the proud Mon opposite.

The sudden change shocked everyone.

Kou Xiang's mother actually...had she taken action?!

Mon didn't have time to react, and his head was hit by the microphone, which made him bare his teeth in pain. He rushed towards Kou Xiang: "I'll fuck your mom..."

Kou Xiang stepped forward and punched Mon in the face, and the two of them wrestled into a ball.

Mon could not be Kou Xiang's opponent. He used all his strength in every punch, like an angry bull, pressing Mon to the ground and beating him hard, without any strength to fight back, and was beaten to the point of bleeding.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, people around him followed him to help. Mon was bringing his brother to this party today, but Kou Xiang was alone.

No, he also brought a Yang Zhi with him.

The sudden situation shocked Yang Zhi. Didn’t he just say that Kou Xiang was a rapper with an attitude? Why did he fight with him?

He was isolated and had no help. He had one opponent on the field. Yang Zhi didn't have to think too much and hurried over to help.

The host and several men around him struggled to pull Kou Xiang and Mon away. Mon's face was full of color. Of course, Kou Xiang was not much better, and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Caesar, is that level?" Mon gasped, was beaten up very lightly, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If you don't have any words, just do it?"

Kou Xiang's face was gloomy and blue. Yang Zhi had never seen him get so angry. She blocked him and hugged his arm tightly: "Please."

He looked down at her. The little girl's face was pale, her lips trembled, and her voice was like a cat's cry.

He could feel how much strength she had used. She was as stubborn as a grass, with roots and stems holding the soil tightly. He could easily pull it away, but for her, it was all.

He brought the girl out today, and Kou Xiang said this to himself.

The man's heart was soft-hearted for only one second, but it was only this second that the solid city wall built high in his heart collapsed with a bang.

At this moment, there was a dull sound of "clang", and a man behind him was holding a beer bottle and greeted Kou Xiang directly on his head.

Then, several curved blood flowed slowly along his hairline like earthworms, dyeing his eyes red.

Yang Zhi covered his mouth and screamed.

Kou Xiang held her into his arms, pressed her hands tightly on the back of her head, and pressed her face into his arms, so that she could not see it.

"It's okay." He shrewd softly, looking back at the man who smashed him with a beer bottle.

Shocked by his fierce eyes, the man took several steps in a row, feeling guilty and short of breath.

Kou Xiang picked up a bottle of wine and looked around everyone. The blood on his face made the people around him feel a sense of resolute fear. The originally noisy venue suddenly became quiet.

"This is the first time I have been singing hip-hop in Caesar on stage in so many years."

His voice was low and his eyes were cold, and he looked at the man on the ground who was beaten to death by him: "Now I will let go of the words. From now on, who the fuck will dare to dissip my woman on stage."

There was only a muffled "bang" sound, and the wine bottle smashed beside Mon.

Hurry up, the slags spilled all over the floor.

Kou Xiang held Yang Zhi's shoulder and decided to walk out of the abandoned factory.

**

In the early morning, the hospital.

In the wound treatment room, nurses help Kou Xiang deal with the wounds on his head and hands, and told him not to get water from the wounds and avoid spicy food, smoking and alcohol.

Yang Zhi stood by the door and watched the nurse wrap his head around the white gauze.

Her eyes were red for another week.

Kou Xiang sat on the chair, turned around and gave her a thumbs-down, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Crying Guy."

Yang Zhi turned around, leaned against the wall, rubbed the corners of his eyes hard, and squeezed away the tears in his eyes.
To be continued...