Under the hands of these guys, they can't figure out that they are carrying other cases.

Such a cruel reality, from the moment Song Yong rushed up and fought with the three men, he immediately realized this in his heart.

Because since the beginning of the fight, it doesn't matter if it's the switchblade in the hands of these guys.

In the eyes and expressions of the poisonous snake-like staring, the disregard for life was fully revealed, and from this, Song Yong could feel that these guys were completely killing from the beginning.

The problem is that even if he is aware of this now, Song Yong can't retreat.

Not to mention, he had no intention of retreating.

The only place he was looking forward to at the moment was the two growls that had come out of his mouth before, and the fact that the loud sound of the fight could now attract the attention of the residents upstairs.

Then, hopefully someone will call the police.

As for whether this expectation can be realized, where does he care so much now?

The only thing he can do now is how long he can hold on, even if the worst outcome happens, he will always leave one or two of the other party......

Thanks to the Grey Rabbit tribe, the great spark that dwells in the fire.

It was in the three consecutive sacrifices that his defeated physical fitness not only recovered to the strongest time, but also made significant progress.

In terms of strength and agility, how can it be compared to a professional boxer.

In this way, several times under the switchblade of the opponent's swing and stab, he was always able to hide in some dangers.

Even in the end, he was still left with long or short wounds on his body after his clothes were torn, but at least they were not fatal.

It's just that such injuries appeared on him in a very short period of time.

After a long time, a lot of wounds, and more and more bleeding, he still couldn't bear it anymore.

For this reason, Song Yong, who was helpless, had to change his tactics and tried to solve one first with a counterattack to reduce the pressure on his dodge.

So, after dodging the man in the lead, he slashed fiercely at his chest and abdomen.

With a little bit of force on the tip of his foot, he used a small sliding step to close the distance between the two of them, and then, he smashed the other man's temple with a punch.

In a hurry, facing the fist that smashed into him, the man in charge hurriedly twisted his head, trying to dodge the heavy punch.

There was a muffled sound of 'bang~', and the man in charge still couldn't completely dodge this fist.

He was punched hard and slammed into the socket of his equally fragile left eye, even if he closed his own in time at the last moment.

But the tremendous force came, and he could feel a sharp pain in his left eye, and the starlight in the sky flickered in front of him.

For a moment, he could no longer see anything in front of him, so he could only instinctively retreat backwards.

Seeing that with a punch, the left eye of the leader was beaten into a big black bun, and the opponent temporarily withdrew from the battle.

The joyful mood in Song Yong's heart made him immediately scream: "Come on, you people * traffickers, Lao Tzu~." ”

It's a pity that his roar representing justice is not completely finished.

When the right fist he threw out was not returned, the man on the right side of his body had already approached, and the switchblade in his hand had already stabbed him in the lower abdomen.

At this moment, Song Yong bitterly found that he couldn't dodge this fatal knife at all, even if he didn't completely contain his footsteps.

It seems that my sparse life, which has just shown some signs of improvement, will end here.

Unless, something miracle can happen right in front of you.

And in the next second, a miracle happened, and the half-mop rod fell at an even faster speed, smashing into the hand that was about to stab him with a switchblade in the lower abdomen.

In a sudden pain, the switchblade quickly shrank back after stabbing a little of his belly.

Instinctively turning his head to look, he could see the stick's face, which looked distorted and distorted from fear and anger.

But in Song Yong's heart, the hideous appearance of the stick at this time has never been so pleasing to his eyes......

Two or three minutes later, Song Yong and the stick stuck their backs against the wall of the alley, their lungs like bellows pulled with great difficulty, gasping for air.

At this moment, the two of them looked extremely embarrassed.

The T-shirt had been cut through a number of cuts, and the skin and blood stains could be seen through these cuts, but fortunately the wounds were not too deep.

If you look a little bold, it can only be regarded as a flesh wound.

I don't know if it's because of the palpitations, but the legs of the two of them are shaking badly.

But in any case, they did not fall down on the contrary, on the contrary, the three human traffickers were now all knocked unconscious on the ground, and it is believed that they will not be able to get up for a while.

After taking a slight breath, Song Yong used his hands that were also trembling.

He took out the cigarette from his trouser pocket, which had become a cigarette in the fight just now, lit two cigarettes one after another, and silently handed one to the stick beside him.

The stick, which looked embarrassed, also did not speak.

After taking the cigarette, he put it in his mouth and took a big puff, and then in the next second, he and Song Yong both coughed like dogs.

After a violent cough, Song Yong's eyes were already full of smiles when he looked at the stick.

He found that in the eyes of the stick, it was the same.

In this way, after smoking half of a cigarette, Song Yong walked more than twenty steps away, and in that position, the vicious man* trafficker aunt had now stood up forcibly.

She propped up the wall with one hand and slowly walked forward with the other in her arms around the child, trying to escape from here.

After Song Yong took two steps, he could feel the stick behind him follow.

Song Yong didn't care about this at all, and even after continuing to walk two steps, he scooped up a brick from the ground.

When he finally walked in front of the aunt, Song Yong slapped another brick down, and this time the aunt finally fell to the ground, letting the little boy in her arms let go and fall.

The little boy with a tiger's head and a tiger brain did not fall to the ground.

Because the stick that took two steps was already caught in time by this kid who didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky.

It is extremely coincidental that after being caught with a stick, the tiger-headed little boy actually woke up after a big yawn.

Looking at the two young people in front of him who were embarrassed, he was not afraid of life at all.

On the contrary, I think these two embarrassed young people are very interesting.

So, a smile with two big dimples flashed, making Song Yong and the stick feel that what they had just done didn't seem to be so sand sculptures......

The person was saved, but Song Yong and the stick were worried.

A difficult problem was placed in front of them, and no one wanted to call the police, and then wait for the people in the bureau to come and deal with these things.

Or rather, it's not that they don't want to do it, it's just that they can't do it.

For Song Yong, he naturally knew that what he was doing was just and there was nothing wrong at all.

But after going to the bureau, after this and that procedure came down, it meant that it would take a lot of time, and the matter of going out to business tomorrow night would be bad and yellow.

And it was not a simple stall, but the beginning of his career.

As for the specific reason why the stick didn't want to go, Song Yong didn't want to ask, and he wouldn't ask, he knew that the stick's embarrassed expression at the moment was because it was inconvenient to come forward.

In desperation, Song Yong still picked up the phone, planning to do everything by himself.

At this time, from the mouth of a small alley farther away, a voice like this came out:

"You guys go first! I've seen everything just now, and I've called the police, so I'll just deal with it; rest assured, I've been to the bureau several times, and I know how to speak, and I won't tell you what you look like." ”

Looking in the direction where the voice came from, Song Yong could see Ah Xiao walking out of it.

Ah Xiao, another shining legend in the Sanhe God, her personal specific occupation, from her current dress and the environment she is in, can explain everything.

But even because of Ah Xiao's profession, she has been well received by everyone in terms of character.

At the same time, in the hearts of many Sanhe gods, Ah Xiao is even a recognized goddess in their hearts, which has nothing to do with their perception of values.

It's that they know better that Ah Xiao is actually just a poor woman who has to do this in order to survive and support her family......

Sure enough, as if to confirm what Ah Xiao said.

The sound of 'dirt, dirt, dirt~' came from a distance, and it is estimated that in a minute or two, this position will be reached.

After glancing at each other, Song Yong and the stick gently scratched the little boy's face, and walked into the cobweb-like alleys with some stumbling steps.