Chapter 943 Bad

He hummed and said what he knew several times, which made Mr. Ishii's mouth dry. He couldn't help but pick up the kettle in front of him and started to fill it with water.

Just when he closed his eyes, raised his head and started to pour water, "Bang bang bang——"

A muffled sound came from outside the door, startling the folklorist. By accident, the kettle in his hand shook a little more, and a large stream of water poured out, showering him all over his head and face.

A bit miserable.

Accompanied by Mr. Ishii's violent coughing, various wailings and curses continued to be heard in the corridor outside the house. Robert used a magic spell to give these guys a flash bomb, which directly disabled their eyes, followed by various knocks. Sap.

The iron rod in his left hand and the magic wand in his right hand worked in perfect harmony with each other. Soon, there were more than a dozen people lying in the passage.

He used the levitating spell to throw people into the room one by one. When Mr. Ishii finally cleaned himself up, all he saw was corpses lying on the ground.

"Yeah!" Mr. Ishii was so startled that he jumped up from his seat. He looked at Robert in confusion and asked in confusion, "Who are they?"

Immediately, he saw a few familiar guys and shouted in surprise, "Aren't you the same bastards who go around destroying the lounge!"

Hearing Mr. Ishii's words, several guys who had not yet fainted cursed and glared at Mr. Ishii with angry eyes, "Old man! Let us go quickly! Otherwise, we will make you look good!"

"Old, old man?" Mr. Ishii's eyes widened and he subconsciously touched his hair, "This... where do you start talking about this? I haven't turned gray yet?"

He looked at the few young people on the ground, or rather teenagers, and was a little unsure. These guys seemed to be teenagers, and they seemed to call themselves an old man in their forties...

No, absolutely not!

"The old man thing is definitely your misunderstanding!" Mr. Ishii argued, "How could I be an old man? I am obviously still a young man! Look." He raised his fist and pinched his own Arms, "I have muscles! Moreover, I run in the mountains all year round, and exercise is like a daily routine. Let me tell you, my whole body is full of muscles!"

As he spoke, he proudly performed a few bodybuilding moves. Unfortunately, his muscles were not obvious. He was wearing loose sportswear, and his outline was basically invisible.

Several young people were startled by his actions and screamed, "You, what are you going to do! Tell you, we are minors! If you dare to hit us, we will call the police!"

Mr. Ishii couldn't help laughing or crying for a moment, and couldn't help but joked, "You school bullies are still afraid of me, a people's teacher! Didn't you say before that because a teacher scolded you for sleeping in class, you ended up in a gang? Did someone go to his house, strip him naked, and hang him on the window sill on the second floor of the school?”

The teenagers all shut up, looked at him with very frightened eyes, and asked weakly, "Do you want to avenge your colleagues?"

Mr. Ishii rolled his eyes. He wanted to say that he would never be able to do that kind of thing, but after thinking about it, he decided to scare a few teenagers. "Of course! Teachers all over the world are one family. Of course we must share the same hatred and deal with those who are disobedient and like to play pranks." A bad boy!"

The teenagers were really frightened. Several of them had poor psychological quality and fainted after a convulsion. Several others cried and wailed, kowtowed to Mr. Ishii and begged for mercy.

When Robert dragged the last guy into the lounge, Mr. Ishii was waking up the delinquent boys on the ground, teaching them to be obedient, behave well, go to college, and bring glory to their parents.

In short, it’s a bunch of great truths.

If they were outside the maze, this group of people would have long been discussing in private how to make this verbose guy look good, but now, they don't dare!

This guy has muscles all over his body, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to beat them up?

Just like the guy outside who knocked them unconscious...

Just as they were thinking, they felt a chill on their backs and someone walked by.

Although the other person is wearing a yukata and has an Asian face, if you look closely, you can see that he still looks a bit mixed-race. At least the bridge of the Asian nose is a bit flatter.

However, the teenagers were not in the mood to observe carefully. They were trembling like chickens, trying to hide behind Mr. Ishii.

Although this is a devilish muscular people's teacher, he doesn't seem to hit people easily! There is an essential difference from this guy who walked in later!

Robert looked at the group of teenagers who were woken up by Mr. Ishii with confusion. Fortunately, although Mr. Ishii woke them up, he did not untie them. Except for the oldest one who remained silent, the others were all chirping. Standing, trying desperately to express his innocence or beg for mercy with words.

"Mr. Ishii, what are you doing?" Robert looked at the client curiously, not quite understanding why he woke these people up.

Mr. Ishii waved his hand, indicating that he should stop talking.

Mr. Ishii took out the notebook he carried with him, opened it, faced the group of bad boys, and asked eagerly, "Have you seen these murals?"

How could the teenagers pay attention to his question? They were still crying and howling.

Mr. Ishii was a little helpless. He looked at Robert, as if he was asking or pleading.

After a long while, Mr. Ishii finally made up his mind, became angry and shouted, "You guys! Shut up! If you keep talking nonsense, I... and my companions will make you look good!"

Because they were yelled at, the voices of the teenagers were suppressed. The teenagers who were still chattering were overwhelmed by Mr. Ishii's momentum and shut up and did not dare to talk nonsense anymore.

They are also afraid that the soft-spoken muscular teacher will get angry!

Although the coaches coming out of the gym have bulging muscles and look like a group of powerful people, the teenagers who have been wandering in the gray area all year round do not understand that those muscular men are just shelf goods piled up with protein powder, and they are truly systematically trained. Guy, the muscles are not that exaggerated, but more well-proportioned.

Seeing that his roar shocked these lawless brats, Mr. Ishii nodded with satisfaction, feeling that his style was still as good as before.

With a silent sigh in his heart, he raised the notebook in his hand again and asked seriously, "Have any of you seen these murals? Or maybe something similar?"

The teenagers looked at each other, a little dumbfounded.

this……

Their daily routine is to insult, insult, fight, insult, and burn down the house. How can anyone with such artistic talent go to see some murals!