Yang Jing couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and walked quickly in the direction of the cry for help.

Not only because someone was calling for help, but most importantly, the voice was somewhat familiar. But after a long time, it has become a little unfamiliar, and I can't remember who it is for a while.

In less than a minute, you came to a two-lane road, which was relatively quiet, with some cars parked and the street lights were sparse and a little dim.

The sound of pushing and shoving became clearer and clearer, and the sound of tearing clothes and the sneer of men was faintly heard.

In Yang Jing's mind, certain pictures quickly appeared.

His face sank for a moment, and when he quickly ran over, there was an extra iron pipe in his hand.

Nima Laozi is a single, and he hasn't found a girl who can harm him, but there are people who harm others on the street in the middle of the night, and they are simply killing themselves.

After walking a few steps, I saw two taxis parked on the side of the road, and one of the taxis was churning, and when I looked through the glass, I saw two men making noise inside.

Two of the arms were waving continuously, obviously trying to stop the attack of the two men, but apparently the arms were too weak to stop the two men from being red-eyed and lewd-faced. The scourge of laughter.

Yang Jing was dumbfounded, he had heard of taxi drivers occasionally making cameos before, but he didn't expect that he would be able to meet it one day.

Without hesitation, he rushed forward quickly, and the iron pipe in his hand slammed into the glass.

Bang!

The glass window shattered, which immediately alarmed the two people inside. Yang Jing didn't care at all, and with a habitual wave of his right hand, the iron pipe passed through the lathe and hit the nose of one of the men in his forties.

This action is like a stabbing in swordsmanship, and the strength is even more powerful. The man screamed, the bridge of his nose collapsed directly, and blood flowed everywhere.

Yang Jing was not complacent about this, with a flick of his wrist, the iron pipe quickly drew a circle and knocked on the other party's cheek.

"Ahh

The screams were even more terrible, and along with the screams, a mouthful of blood and several teeth spurted out.

The man rolled his eyes and fell in the back seat, howling miserably.

At the same time, Yang Jing leaned forward, and the iron pipe grazed the man's back, stabbing at the eyebrows of another short man in his thirties.

This person was awakened by the screams of his companions, and when he looked up, he saw Yang Jing's face, and when he was about to retreat, he was immediately attacked.

This thorn infused Yang Jing's whole body with strength, and the vibration of his head made this person's mind dizzy, and then he fell into a coma.

Yang Jing was immediately relieved when he saw that he had stunned someone.

Although the viscera has been strengthened, he has no combat power at all, and now he relies on the swordsmanship that he has practiced for more than an hour before. I can't talk about swordsmanship, I can only say that it's a mess.

opened the car door, grabbed the middle-aged man who was still screaming, and tore hard, and the man was pulled out of the taxi by him without resistance.

"Help!"

At that moment, a female voice alarmed him. When I looked up, I saw a face emanating from a shawl. This woman was slender, the short sleeves on her body were torn, revealing her undershirt, and a pair of full mountain peaks could not cover it, and most of the snow-white skin was reflected in his eyes.

Yang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, although the girl's blouse was torn, she did not suffer much loss. In the end, the jeans underneath are still there, and so are the underwear.

Just look at the palm prints left on the fair skin, and you know that you are rarely eaten tofu.

Seeing that the girl didn't suffer too much loss, Yang Jing was also relieved. But soon, my heart was very unhappy.

Although the other party has a shawl, his body is very hot, and looking at his face under his hair, it shouldn't be bad. Such a nice girl, she was bullied like this by two big men, and even a man couldn't stand it.

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to wave the iron pipe and smack it at the man on the ground.

Click!

"Ahh Don't! ”

screamed miserably, but did not get any mercy, Yang Jing grimaced and smashed the iron pipe again.

Click!

The other arm was also broken, and the fracture quickly became red and swollen. The man who was about to struggle immediately became weak and fell to the ground and rolled around, trying to dodge the demon.

But he apparently forgot that he was only suffering physical injuries. And if there is no Yang Jing tonight, for the girl, it is not just ** more likely to be spiritual.

What's more, the two also planned to kill each other after the game and throw them in the sewer, just like some of their predecessors a few years ago, the body of the school girl was already decomposed when it was found.

Yang Jing sneered, stepped forward, and slashed the iron pipe on the man's kneecap.

The sound of bones shattering, and the man's terrible screams, were like a symphony, so melodious to his ears.

Click!

The other kneecap was shattered, and the man's voice was hoarse. When he opened his eyes and looked at this ruthless young man, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and a faint smile was like a demon's face, deeply imprinted in his heart, which could never be driven away.

"Strong. Is rape fun? If it weren't for the streets, labor would really want you to try how the red-hot mace got into your chrysanthemum. ”

This made the man even more frightened: "Let me go, please!" ”

The hoarse voice was weak, and the voice was directly lowered by a few notches.

Yang Jing patted the iron pipe, stepped forward, and stepped on the back of the man's hand.

The soles of his feet crushed against his metacarpal bones, making him hysterical in agony.

In the end, he rolled his eyes and fainted, but the pain in his body still made his body twitch one by one.

Yang Jing exhaled, didn't look at the surprised gaze of the dumbfounded girl in the back seat of the car, turned the back of the car to the other side, and continued to smash on the limbs of the man who was unconscious before.

He is most unhappy with this kind of thing, especially when the protagonist is not himself.

If it were him, he would have countless reasons to convince him and make him feel at ease.

But if it's someone else, it's naturally unbalanced.

Why didn't labor and management do anything, you miscellaneous things just messed up, isn't this a wanton waste of resources?

The more unbalanced the heart, the more ruthless the attack. The same limbs were shattered, crushing each other's metacarpals, and there was no uneasiness at all.

As long as you don't do it yourself, you naturally hate it. Dealing with this kind of person, there is naturally no need for mercy, after all, what people do is to hurt the girl for a lifetime.

After doing this, I vented my unhappiness and anger in my heart, and the whole person was extremely comfortable and even a little excited.

This kind of tyrannical method is not advisable, but he finds it very refreshing, and his heart is even more cheerful, and he likes this feeling a little.

Looking around, they saw that several houses had lights on, and they thought that the man's screams had alarmed them.

He didn't care, bent down and looked at the girl in the car curiously: "Hey, do you want to call the police, if it's ......"

How can this be regarded as a hero saving beauty, if you are lucky, maybe other girls will throw themselves into their arms, and the rest of their lives will be better.

Speaking of this, he stopped abruptly, stared at the girl inside with wide eyes, and his originally curious face quickly turned to surprise, and then turned unpleasant.

"So it's you, went to the bar in the middle of the night?"

His tone was unceremonious, and the transition in the middle was even more natural.