Chapter 531

Zongyue pretty face tight, hands clench fist hanging in the side of the body, angry stare at each other unpacking action, posture is about to rush up.

In the noisy scene, she just opened her legs, a clear light tone came from the left rear, "sister-in-law."

Once Zongyue's expression changes, he can look back and see that the bodyguard pushes a path from the crowd, and Li Qiao and Su Mo Shi come side by side.

Today's Li Qiao is wearing the simplest white T-shirt and jeans. The bottom of the T-shirt is tucked in her pants. Her long legs are thin and straight, and her body is thin. She walks slowly on the dirty ground.

Almost two-thirds of the onlookers, including the speeders, were black.

The inherent impression of Asian faces, see Li Qiao such a thin Asian girl, immediately set off a burst of harsh laughter.

Even though Su Mo looked tall and straight at that time, he was not as tall as black people.

Once again, the flying car party twisted the accelerator, shouting wantonly, "Asian people are coming to give money again."

The collision between nationalities is full of malice.

Li Qiao gave them a look without expression. Then she went to Zongyue and looked up and down. "Is there anything wrong?"

Zong Yue shook his head, his eyes were red with anger, "no, they robbed my bag, the documents are in it."

She has to use her passport when she goes shopping. The most important thing is that the bank card Li Jun gave her is also in the bag.

It was the first thing Li Jun offered her.

Li Qiao looked at her angry look, squinting at the flying car party, pulling her lips, "I'll get it back for you."

After that, she walked to the opposite side, and Su Mo also followed.

Two bodyguards both stand behind Zong Yue, looking like they are going to protect her.

Then, Zong Yue clenched her fist and followed, "Qiao Qiao, together."

If she dares to drag her car, she doesn't want to flinch.

Anyway, her ID and the card must be brought back.

Zongyue two step to Li Qiao's side, fiercely looking at each other, no fear.

Li Qiao looked at her and said with a smile, "will the black man give it to you?"

Zongyue took the head rope from his wrist, tied his shawl into a ponytail, and nodded calmly, "OK."

It was getting dim, with sporadic lights around.

Su Mo didn't know when he had two more golden scalpels in his hand. He flipped the face of the scalpel with his fingers and handed it to Li Qiao, "can you still use it?"

Li Qiao droops Mou, received the hand skilled ground to turn to turn, "for a long time no use, try."

The flying car party on the opposite side:

People around:

Although I didn't understand what they were saying, the gesture of three people walking side by side didn't seem to be begging for mercy.

The boss of the flying car party hung Zongyue's leather bag on the handlebar, and his black skin was shining with oil.

He grinned, raised his hand and waved. Four of his younger brothers immediately rode on their motorcycles and walked around Li Qiao in the square.

The people nearby are also getting more and more excited. Asian people have money, which is a common perception in slums.

If we rob them all tonight, we will be able to have a good meal for a long time.

As the two parties meet in the square, Zongyue takes the lead.

Her goal is very clear, straight to the car party boss.

The other side is more than 1.9 meters tall and very burly. Seeing Zongyue rush up, he waves his fist directly at her temple.

They have been living in the bottom of society all the year round, and they have developed the ability to fight.

But Li Qiao didn't rush to do it. She looked at Zongyue with interest.

In the field of vision, her angry sister-in-law has adjusted her tactics and is very calm.

She dodged the black man's attack, and took advantage of the opportunity to kick in the other side's knee, strength is not small.

Zongyue military background, fighting skills are solid and strong.

There are no tricks. They focus on human weakness, such as chopping the throat with a knife and kicking the crotch with a leg.

Whatever it is, it works.

The boss of the flying car party was kicked in the crotch. In a moment, his knees closed together and he raised his head to the sky and howled. Many men at the scene subconsciously clamped their legs.

Seeing this, Li Qiao rubbed her head and couldn't help laughing.

At this time, as the boss was beaten, several other fast car gangs jumped off the motorcycle and rushed on.

Many people have great power.

But Li Qiao and Su Mo Shi also joined the battle.

Three on eight, the fighting was fierce and chaotic.

But the two bodyguards didn't get Li Qiao's instructions, so they cleverly put their hands on the pestle, just like the two statues.

Three minutes later, all the seven speeders were beaten.

Li Qiao leans on the motorcycle, looks at the bloodstain on her hand, and purses her lips in disgust. She raises her hand and throws the golden carving scalpel to Su Mo Shi.It's not her blood, it's the nosebleed of a flying car party.

She just moved her hand, not her knife.

Li Qiao raised her eyes and looked at the front motorcycle. Her eyes fell on Zongyue's handbag.

She raised her foot and walked over, then looked at Zongyue, who was still fighting with the boss of the fast car party, and asked in a light voice, "sister-in-law, do you have a tissue in your pocket?"

Zong Yue raised her foot to a horse, and the sole of her shoe directly kicked the black boss's chin. She relaxed and nodded to Li Qiao, "yes, and wipes. You can find them yourself."

"Oh."

Li Qiao turns out a wet tissue in her bag. Maybe she is tired of fighting. She rides on the motorcycle with her slender legs supporting the ground. She tears open the package and starts to wipe her hands carefully.

Su Mo also came over, took another wet towel and wiped the scalpel carefully.

The onlookers have spontaneously scattered out, for fear that they will be harmed by this group of poor pond fish.

Some people secretly sigh, "how can Asian people fight?"

"Who knows, but I heard that people in their country know kung fu."

So, when Shang Yu's four Bentley motorcades and Feng Yi's count motorcade arrive at the slum square from another road, what they see is such a scene.

Li Qiao is cleaning her hands while Su Mo is cleaning her scalpel with her motorcycle. At their feet lie the flying car party who covers her stomach and howls.

As for Zong Yue, he was still beating the black boss with blood. He was very selfless when he fell over his shoulder or left hook.

Feng Yi got out of the car and held the door with one hand. The expression on his face was hard to describe.

He winked at his deputy, who immediately took the count's Cavaliers to clean up the scene.

Shangyu strode out of the carriage, and the night just swallowed the last light of the sky.

The tall and straight figure of the man walking in the square makes the world a little cramped.

He walked calmly to the motorcycle, and his eyes swept over Li Qiao's body. He caught the bloodstain on the wet towel, and his pupils suddenly contracted, "injured?"

Li Qiao looked up at him, spread out her fingers in front of the man, raised her lips with a smile, "no, it's not me."

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