Lined with greenery and grass, the park is centred on a lake crystal clear with several pure white swans frolicking on the water. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Federer said that it was a walk, and when he walked, he suddenly lost his feet and began to run along the lake.

He was a white-haired old man, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, running between a group of young men and women in tracksuits, looking comical and eliciting bursts of good-natured laughter.

Although he didn't run as fast as these young men, and he didn't run a third of the way after one lap, the smile on Federer's face was contagious, and everyone didn't forget to give a thumbs up to the venerable old man when they overtook him for the second lap.

Zheng Yichen did not participate in running, went to the convenience store to buy two bottles of Gatorade, found a chair to sit on, picked up one of the bottles, unscrewed the cap, took a big sip, and watched Federer run with a smile.

"Uncle Federer's recovery is much better than I expected, after two days of hard work, and now I can finally relax."

Using the "Nine Needles of the Dragon" to treat Federer's illness was a painful and exhausting job, and he had not been so tired since he learned the method of breathing and breathing, so he did not go for a run, preferring to sit on a chair and rest.

As the sun set, the sky began to darken, and the clouds in the distance were like fire, illuminating everyone's faces red.

Federer's pace finally slowed down, bent down, his hands on his knees, panting, half-tilted his head, waving his hand at Zheng Yichen on the other side of the lake, his lips squirmed, the two were far apart, Federer's voice was low, Zheng Yichen couldn't hear the specific content of what he said, and he could guess what he probably said, "People are old, and their physical strength just can't keep up".

"He's really, knowing that he can't do it, he should have a general understanding of himself before running, store some physical strength, it seems that I have to carry him back to the hotel."

Zheng Yichen shook his head and smiled bitterly, stood up, took two bottles of drinks, and walked towards Federer.

At this moment, he saw a group of people armed with baseball bats, about fifteen people, each wearing a plastic hideous ghost mask on their faces, and they could not see their faces clearly, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and the light was fierce.

The group was murderous, and from a sloping down mud field, they rushed straight towards the central lake.

Many people noticed this group of people, and also saw that they were not good, and the young men and women who were running around the lake changed color one after another, and scattered in all directions.

The leader of the group, a burly man with blond hair, looked left and right, as if he had found the target, and ignored the men and women running around, and gestured: "He's over there, we should work!" ”

The "he" in this person's mouth turned out to be Federer, who was tired and couldn't run!

Zheng Yichen saw these people appear at first, but he didn't notice anything wrong, he thought that he had only been in Los Angeles for a few days, and he didn't have a grudge against anyone, these people were obviously looking for revenge, and they wouldn't find him according to reason.

And Federer is even more unlikely to provoke right and wrong because of his leg injury, even if he has sound legs, he is also a gentleman, and he will never grudge with others, and it is even more impossible for this group of people to come for Federer.

But the fact is so bizarre, Zheng Yichen saw the abnormal movement of this group of people, and his heart couldn't help sinking: "They seem to be going for Uncle Federer!" ”

Zheng Yichen's face changed, he ran wildly, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and run!" Uncle Federer! ”

This roar, like a sudden thunder, startled the swan on the lake to flutter its wings and fly into the air, and a few white feathers fell off the goose's body and fell on the surface of the water in a whirl.

Federer turned his head to look, and finally found this group of masked men who were eyeing him, although he didn't know why, he also had an ominous premonition in his heart, dragging his tired body, and ran towards Zheng Yichen's side.

The man in charge shouted, "Catch that old man, don't let him run, break both of his legs!" ”

A group of people like wolves and tigers, speeding up the pace of running, chasing Federer, murderous.

Although Zheng Yichen ran fast, he was too far away from Federer, Federer had just finished running, and his physical strength had already been exhausted, and after running for more than ten steps, one of them had grabbed his collar.

The man raised the bat and laughed fiercely, but before the laughter was finished, the strong wind hit his face, and a black shadow struck, slamming on the door of his head, and the cruel smile suddenly turned into a scream, and his whole face was drenched in blood, and he fell to the ground on his back.

The "black shadow" landed, it turned out to be a half-drunk bottle of Gatorade drink, Zheng Yichen saw that the situation was critical, and threw out a drink without thinking to help Federer relieve the siege.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

Zheng Yichen gritted his teeth and said, "Go on...... Run! ”

As long as Zheng Yichen can stand by Federer's side and risk his life, he will definitely be protected.

Federer received Zheng Yichen's assistance and temporarily got out of trouble, frightened, just ran two steps, his vest hurt, and he involuntarily fell to the ground, unable to run anymore.

The group finally caught up with him, and the leader knocked him to the ground with a stick, his eyes shining with cruelty, ignoring the old man's horrified expression, staring at Federer's thin legs, and with both arms exerting force, he raised his bat high, gathering all his strength, trying to break Federer's calf with a single stroke.

"You dare!"

Zheng Yichen shouted wildly, shortened the distance by more than ten meters, and the Gatorade in his hand shot out like a cannonball, hunting in the strong wind.

The man was also a good baseball player, and a stick hit the bottle right on the bottle, making a graceful arc and landing on the surface of the lake, causing a splash like snow.

"This Oriental imp has so much strength."

The leader of the leader, playing the drink, but his arms were numb with shock, and he couldn't exert his strength for a while, his face was full of surprise, fortunately, he was wearing a mask, and no one saw that the little brother next to him was still praising him for his beautiful beating.

This person was jealous of Zheng Yichen, knowing that if Zheng Yichen was brought close, it would undoubtedly be more difficult to complete the task assigned by the employer, and said in a deep voice: "Mike, Harden, Jackson, ......"

He called the names of eight people in one breath and ordered these people to come forward to stop Zheng Yichen, so as not to let this uninvited guest get in the way of their "good deeds".

While he was speaking, Zheng Yichen ran forward for more than thirty meters, less than twenty meters away from the group.

Eight masked thugs, carrying bats, came at him.

"Get out of here!"

Zheng Yichen's face was hideous, ignoring the heavy stick shadows that greeted him, he walked straight, hit two sticks in his shoulders, grabbed the two sticks with his backhand, and grabbed the two sticks in his hands, threw them quickly, firmly grasped the stick handle, and waved out a series of sharp stick marks.

"Bang bang!"

In less than two seconds, Zheng Yichen collided with the bats of the masked murderers one by one, and knocked all the bats in their hands away with a domineering force that was almost crushing.