To catch a traitor, you have to catch a double, and if you catch a thief, you must capture the king first.

This era is not the feminist society of the past, and women have declined greatly in terms of status and force value - now, women are representatives of weakness, so most of these young people still chose to deal with Teng Xiangling first, and it is much easier to catch a woman than a man.

"Bang!"

The yellow-haired young man just ran in front of Yan Murong, and before he could swing the knife in his hand, Yan Murong kicked it over with a side kick, and just as the yellow-haired young man was kicked to the side by him, blocking the way of the others.

Yan Murong took the opportunity to pull Teng Xiangling behind him, turned around and ran into the alley.

This alley is full of bungalows, and most of the people who rent here are migrant workers, and they are basically absent during the day. Therefore, this alley is also quiet, even if Yan Murong throws a bomb here, he doesn't have to worry about hurting people.

Pulling Teng Xiangling into the alley, Yan Murong suddenly smiled bitterly - there was a dead end in front of him, blocked by a wall about three meters high. If Yan Murong was alone, he would jump over if he didn't want to, but now that Teng Xiangling is here, he can jump over, Teng Xiangling can't jump over, and the young people behind him have already caught up.

"Stand in the back, don't come." After Yan Murong said a word of advice to Teng Xiangling, he picked up a green brick on the ground and smashed it at a young man who ran over first.

"Bang!"

The green brick smashed directly into the other party's face, and in an instant, the nosebleed saliva flowed all over the ground with the other party's screams.

Although these young people are not good people, they take out knives at every turn, but after all, they are still young, and when they saw Yan Murong acting so ruthlessly, they were a little hesitant for a moment.

"You see, he's wounded." Yan Murong pointed to the young man who was rolling on the ground with his face covered and said. "Why don't you take him to the hospital first?"

To be honest, Yan Murong really doesn't want to fight-just recently, he has been fighting for an unknown number of times, he used to fight wolves and bears, and now he is beating people-but, whether it's a person or a bear, isn't it all fighting? There is no essential difference, and if you play too much, you will be annoyed.

"Give us back your wallet, or you won't want to get out." When the leading young man saw the wall behind Yan Murong, he became bolder. With a folding knife in his hand, he began to approach Yan Murong.

"Okay, okay." Yan Murong waved his hand, took out a few wallets and mobile phones from the other party, threw them over, and said. "Let's get your stuff and leave."

Yan Murong will not persuade them to turn themselves in, nor will he be like a good gentleman, saying something bitterly You are still young, you should study hard and make progress every day and so on, and persuade them to be good - he is not a savior, and he can't care so much, he just doesn't want to make trouble for himself.

He also knew that even if the other party promised him to learn well and be good, it was just a perfunctory verbal statement.

Habit becomes natural - when a thief has been a thief for a long time, when he sees other people's pockets, he wants to put his hand in and touch a few handfuls, and wants them to repent, which is more difficult than letting the country where the average height of the man is no more than one meter six admit that fishing ~ Yudao is Chinese. Unless you are a saint, you will be idle to do these things.

"Let's go? Hey. The young man who took the lead caught the mobile phone and wallet that Yan Murong threw over, and said with a sneer. We can't leave yet, and we still haven't picked up anything. ”

"It's all for you." Yan Murong pulled out his pants pocket and said innocently.

"You two wallets, take them out." The young man looked at Yan Murong and said. "And, the woman, throw the bag over -- and, hey, take off your clothes again, let's take some pictures."

Yan Murong smiled.

The laughter was a little helpless - they stopped stealing, they robbed instead, and they did obscene things.

Have her undress and take pictures of you? It's a shame that you came up with it, I haven't touched it, so I'll cheap you first, and there is no door.

Yan Murong grinned and suddenly moved.

The body jumped to the side, and then, with a kick on the wall next to him, with the force of the rebound, jumped directly over the young man standing in front.

"Smack!"

Yan Murong slashed at the Adam's apple of the stunned young man in front of him with a palm knife.

"Bang!"

The second time, Yan Murong kicked another young man in the chest.

"Bang bang bang!"

After a burst of noise, except for the leader who was still standing in place and looking at Yan Murong with a blank expression, the other people all lay on the ground, either rolling around with their chests, or coughing with their hands around their necks, their faces were red.

Yan Murong clapped his hands, feeling that he had made great progress - at least he didn't kick someone's crotch this time.

Until Yan Murong walked to the young man's side, he hadn't come back to his senses, his eyes were staring, and his mouth was almost open enough to stuff a light bulb into it.

"Friend, do you still want money?" Yan Murong patted the other party's shoulder and asked with a smile.

"Ahh

"Big brother, don't hit me, don't hit me, I don't want anything, I don't want anything." The young man was frightened by Yan Murong's pick, and it only took so much time. A handful of snot and a handful of tears begged for mercy. "Big brother, don't hit me, and don't call the police, okay? It's my first time, it's my first time, and I promise I'll never dare to do it again - I've got an eighty-year-old lady above, and I've got to-"

"Shut up." Yan Murong shouted. "Are you stupid or are you taking me for a fool? You want to say that you have an 80-year-old lady and a 3-year-old son, don't you? ”

"Yes—yes, big brother." The young man nodded repeatedly.

"Damn, you're still taking me for a fool, aren't you?" Yan Murong slapped the young man in the face. "How old are you?"

"I-I'm twenty."

"Smack!"

Yan Murong slapped the other party in the face again, and said with a glare. "Three-year-old child, I believe, maybe you are precocious, maybe you will make someone's belly bigger, eighty-year-old mother? You still say you didn't lie to me? ”

"Big brother, I really didn't lie to you." The young man said defensively.

"You say it again?"

"Big brother, I have an eighty-year-old lady and a three-year-old child, I really didn't lie to you."

"Damn, I'm convinced." Yan Murong was angry, and pointed to the young man and said. "I've been admired by others in my life, my master counts as one, and your mother counts as the second - you're only fucking twenty years old, your mother is eighty years old, could it be that your mother gave birth to you at the age of sixty?"

PS: Christmas is over, and there are few flowers. Strongly request to send flowers!