There was a man's hurried shouting in his ears, and Nan Xiang subconsciously turned his head.

Only then did I see a group of people with iron rods rushing up behind me.

The one who took the lead was the owner of the porridge shop just now.

"What do you want to do?"

Nan Xiang took an incredible step back, and when the porridge shop owner saw that he was discovered, he spat on the ground and said viciously, "Everyone can see clearly! The ugly woman in front of her is the daughter of Nan Yuyan, the boss of Nanfeng Furniture." It's their southern family, and what they can't get is harming our people!

The rest of the people also showed expressions of deep disgust, and they were as emotional as the consumers who were heckling at Nan's door.

Among the dozen people, there are also some left arms and right arms painted with dragon and tiger tattoos, which are not good at first glance.

They were swept away by hatred, and they also found professional thugs.

"Father's debt and daughter's debt! We can't find Nan Yuyan, we can only find you!"

"Yes, everyone, arrest her and go to jail!

Nan Xiang didn't even have a chance to explain, and a group of people were already rushing towards her with sticks.

Instinctively, she stepped back and looked in the direction she had just called her name.

Jiang Yechen's figure had already run in front of him, and he stretched out his hand towards Nanxiang, "What are you doing stupidly, give me your hand!"

His hand stood firmly in the air, as if there was a layer of light shrouded in it.

A black figure, majestic and upright, as if the gods had descended to the world, even more dazzling than ever.

Knowing the danger, Nan Xiang's heart still moved slightly, and then quickly stretched out his right hand towards Jiang Yechen.

Suddenly, a rushing thug grabbed the bag in her other hand.

"Porridge. Seeing that the porridge was overturned, Nan Xiang's eyebrows furrowed, but he still gave his hand to Jiang Yechen.

Jiang Yechen changed his hand, protected Nan Xiang behind him, and said coldly to Nan Xiang again with heavy eyes, "You go first! ”

Nan Xiang looked at Jiang Yechen with a stern face, shook his head directly, and said firmly, "No, we have to go together." ”

Jiang Yechen's eyes instantly became a lot more serious, and he ordered without refusing, "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!"

The two of them worked hard in two sentences, and the thugs had already surrounded them, and these people were all afraid when they saw Jiang Yechen's good aura.

But the victory lies in the large number of people, and the fear of reunification has turned into a provocation.

Several strong thugs waved the iron rods in their hands and mocked one after another.

"Fuck! There's a hero to save the ugly, hahahaha. ”

"Look at him talking, his tone is not small. ”

"Whoever the it is, let's go together!"

"We will not give up until justice is sought for the victims of our south wind today!"

"Yes, do it!"

More than a dozen people encouraged each other to increase their morale, and they raised the iron rods in their hands.

Nanxiang was a little anxious, if it was her, she could do anything.

But now, Jiang Yechen is also there.

She moved her lips and wanted to discuss right and wrong with them, but was stopped by Jiang Yechen, "Don't be stupid, you can't make sense with them." ”

Nan Xiang frowned, and his eyes couldn't hide his worry, "How can you deal with it alone?"

There was no ink, and a dozen people raised their sticks and began to make gestures of attack.

Jiang Yechen had already fought with the front thug in the air with his bare hands, and he kicked down a tattooed man.

With his hands free, he turned around and pushed Nan Xiang away, staring at Nan Xiang with deep black eyes, and ordered more seriously, "Go, go to the police!"

"Come on, don't let that ugly woman run away!"

Nanxiang was pushed aside, she gritted her teeth, and looked at Jiang Yechen who was surrounded, unable to move her footsteps no matter what.

A few thugs meowed Nanxiang's position and wanted to rush over, but they were kicked by Jiang Yechen three times and two feet.

The man under the street lamp is better than the professional martial arts personnel in the martial arts drama.

Waving his hands and feet, with one against ten, he actually showed the demeanor of a practicing family.

No one could have imagined that this handsome and capable man would be the person with the highest wealth and power in H City.

In the black wind, Jiang Yechen took off his suit and threw it to the ground in a chic manner.

His hand was wounded, several people were beaten to his stomach, and several others rushed forward.

Taking advantage of the gap, Jiang Yechen turned his eyes and saw that Nan Xiang was still standing in the same position, he frowned, his voice was as heavy as a drum, and he scolded, "Don't go yet!

"Okay, you must be careful!" Nan Xiang shouted as he looked at the man who looked foul under the street lamp.

I didn't feel uncomfortable being scared, and in my mind, I fully imprinted the demeanor of a man at this moment.

She gritted her teeth and shouted to him deeply, then turned around.

"Damn, people are going to run away. Who the fuck are you? Such an ugly woman, you can fucking shelter too!"

Seeing Nan Xiang running away, a biceps man raised his iron rod and rushed forward, smashing it hard at Jiang Yechen.

Jiang Yechen held the iron rod, his slender hand clenched into a fist, the veins were strong, and several green tendons burst out of the back of his hand, connected to the iron rod, and by the way, he flipped back sixty degrees with the thick arm of the muscular male Xiaoshu.

I only heard the muscular man howl in pain twice.

"My woman, it's not the turn of others to teach you a lesson!" Jiang Yechen's joints used two more points of force, and the muscular man's wrist made a sound of bones bending.

"Mom, it hurts, it hurts!" The muscular man's face distorted and he knelt on the ground in pain.

Jiang Yechen kicked away the muscular man and wiped the residual blood from his fist.

The blood-smearing movements, casual and cold, reminded people of the deadly Shura.

Then, the man looked coldly at the remaining people, pressed his hands, moved his elbows, and said coldly, "Are you still here?" ”

The rest of the people who were standing looked at each other.

The hands holding the stick trembled.

Aimi Factory.

Du Ruoying stood next to the cage of the cattery, holding her mobile phone in her hand, looking at the first number dialed by the caller, looking lonely.

She listened to the cats in the cattery, closed the door irritably, and walked out.

Summoning up her courage, she checked the number on the card given by Ji Yunchuan again, and then sent a text message, "Yechen, why don't you answer the phone? ”

After a long list of ellipses, another warm sentence followed, "Today is the 1,000th day of adopting Mimi." Do you remember our Mimi?"

She looked at her phone repeatedly and apprehensively, until a middle-aged man in a factory uniform walked up behind her.

"Miss Du, hasn't Mr. Jiang come over today?"

Du Ruoying immediately put down her phone and smiled, "Director Wu." Today, Yechen has something to do. ”

"I see. The man named Director Wu smiled meaningfully at Du Ruoying, and then approached the grateful tone and said, "Miss Du, over the years, we have been able to carry forward and do well in the Aimi Factory, and we have to thank you for your care." ”