Su Qiuge said, “Little brother, can you let me go in to find someone? I’ll be quick.”
The drowsy man waved his large hands, “Go ——”
Then his head fell on the table and before long, he was snoring again.
Su Qiuge: “.......”
Did this person understand what she said?
Su Qiuge thought for a moment and still decided to enter.
The internet cafe was very big. There were probably several rooms.Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)
As soon as Su Qiuge entered, she felt that the air-conditioning was on too high and there was a heavy smell of smoke in the air.
A few people who were smoking at the door saw a little girl in a pink sweater with a ponytail come in. She appeared bright and beautiful. They were a little surprised and exchanged glances before walking towards Su Qiuge with bad intentions in mind.
Su Qiuge only took a few steps before she was stopped by these people. One of them had a mohawk and whistled at her, “Little sister, did you come to play?”
Su Qiuge thought for a moment, “I’m here to look for someone called Su Yuanzhou. Do you know him?”
The mohawk man smiled dryly and walked up to touch her cheek, “Why are you looking for him? Big Brother can take you to play.”
But before that hand could touch her face, she grabbed his wrist.
When Su Qiuge was in elementary school, her personality was withdrawn and reclusive, like a little cactus. So the boys and girls in her class liked to bully her.
But then there was a sudden sharp pain on the wrist of the hand he had reached out with. The girl squeezed his wrist and took a step closer. The movement was very fast and before he could change his relaxed attitude ——
She had already arrived in front of him and her knee faced his crotch before it landed heavily.
Women’s Anti-Wolf Fighting Technique #19 ——
Hit the Vitals
“F*CK —— ”
An extremely horrible scream resounded throughout the entire internet cafe instantly and all those who enjoyed trouble and gossip immediately looked towards the source.
There was a young man with a mohawk hairstyle who clutched his crotch and fell to the ground. He rolled around with a hideous expression.
As everyone looked at this scene, they felt their crotch go cold.
The two slovenly brothers behind the mohawk man had yet to react.
A tender girl in a pink sweater squatted down and waved her white fist at him.
“Punch your chest with my little fists?”
She took a deep breath with a straight face and gathered all of her strength before she punched the man’s chest. The mohawk man let out another scream.
Then they heard the girl spoke in a soft and tender voice, she said word by word: “Your father today will teach you what is called ——”
“Strike, with, full, force.”