As soon as he heard that a reporter was coming to the school gate, Xie Xiaoyu's face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes showed deep fear.

Xie Xintian looked at his daughter, a trace of love flashed in his eyes, and said to Luo Fan: "Mr. Luo, what those reporters will say, we can all guess, Xiaoyu is still young, I don't want her to see the cruelty of human nature too early......"

Luo Fan looked at Xie Xintian's loving daughter's eyes, a twitching pain in his heart, the monstrous anger in his chest, and a tendency to explode, but he forced himself down, looked at Xie Xiaoyu, and said gently: "Xiaoyu, do you want to go out with me, I don't force you, but I know that you are a strong and brave girl, if you are willing to go to see it together, I guarantee that no one can hurt you." ”

Luo Fan's voice was gentle, almost gentle, but it exuded a reassuring calmness and confidence, and no one would doubt his words.

Xie Xiaoyu's eyes were a little red at this moment, but she quickly raised her head and looked directly at Luo Fan: "Brother Luo, I believe in you." Then she looked at her father and said resolutely: "Dad, I'm going to see how Brother Xie cleaned up those unscrupulous reporters." ”

Now that Xie Xiaoyu had made a decision, Luo Fan no longer asked Xie Xintian's opinion at all, pulled Xie Xiaoyu up, and strode out of the guard room, Xu Qingyun and Zhou Yuxin followed closely behind.

At the gate of Tianmen Middle School, down the stone stairs, on this side of the bridge, I don't know when more than a dozen reporters appeared, all in their twenties and thirties, seven or eight carrying cameras, and six handheld microphones, among which there were three young women.

They blocked the way of the students returning home from school, and extended the microphone in front of several girls, while the camera lens was aimed at the panicked students.

A woman with long wavy hair, the sleeves of a red T-shirt rolled up above her elbows, reached out to a short-haired girl with the microphone, and asked in her goosebump-making voice, "Classmate, your name is Qiao Xinxin, right?" I heard that you were also one of the victims in the case of forcing girls to sell silver in Tianmen Middle School, can you tell us more about it......

The tall and thin man with small eyes stopped in front of a well-developed girl: "Classmate Shi Xiaomeng, I am a reporter from XX Network, I heard that you were threatened by the eldest sister on the road and did something against your will, can you tell me who the man who hurt you is?" ”

There was also a lewd man with glasses, who stopped the four girls, saying something in his mouth, and the microphone kept changing in front of the four girls.

When did these junior high school students, who were still minors, see such a scene, their faces turned pale with fright, tears rolled in their eyes, and their bodies trembled with humiliation in the face of the reporters' harsh questions.

There were also dozens of boys standing next to them, several of them clenched their fists, but they had been taught that violence could not solve the problem, and they were angry, but they didn't dare to do it.

"I don't know! I don't know anything! A girl with a mole on the corner of her mouth suddenly screamed loudly, and then cried weakly: "Please, let me go home, my mother is still waiting for me to go back to eat......"

"Liu Fei, please cooperate with our interview, we are helping you ......" The long-haired young man who stopped in front of Liu Fei was still holding the microphone, and his elbow almost touched Liu Fei's chest.

"Grass! I can't stand it anymore! Dude, let's go up together and kill these bitches! A tall boy in a basketball jersey and sneakers yelled angrily.

Unfortunately, his roar was not answered, and several people even took two steps back. These children have learned the law very well, know that it is illegal to beat people, and besides, they are only half-grown children, and although they are superior in numbers, they may not be the opponents of those adult men.

Seeing that there was no one to support him, the tall boy did not have the courage to fight alone with the reporters who still carried weapons on their shoulders, so he loosened his clenched fists stupidly.

When the tall boy roared, the girls who were stopped felt a glimmer of hope, but when they saw that the boy was just singing a one-man show, they immediately despaired.

"Lao Tzu gives you sons of bitches a chance."

A cold voice sounded abruptly. It wasn't loud, but in the noise, everyone could hear it clearly.

The reporter with the microphone carrying the camera, the girl who pleaded hard, and the boy who dared to be angry but didn't dare to make a move, all followed the sound and saw a young man with short hair, wearing a gray casual suit, holding the hand of a beautiful girl in a blue and white school uniform, standing on the steps at the door of the guard room, his expression was more cold than his voice.

He spoke very slowly, as if carved out of the stone one by one.

"Put down your cameras, microphones, and miniature voice recorders in your pockets, and rush across the bridge in thirty seconds, this is your only chance to get out intact."

His voice was calm, but it was as if it had passed through the snowy peaks of distant mountains, and it was so cold that it made people feel cold in their hearts.

After ten seconds of surprise, someone finally spoke, and it was the tall boy in a basketball uniform who spoke: "Isn't that Xie Xiaoyu?" Who was with her? ”

No one answered his question.

The second to speak was the beprising woman with long wavy hair: "This handsome little guy, are you talking to us?" We all have press cards, and we have the right to seek the truth. ”

The short-haired man standing on the steps was naturally Luo Fan, and since he said two words, he stopped talking, stopped moving, and didn't even look down, but raised his left hand, as if looking at the time.

The long-haired young man finally withdrew the microphone, moved his elbow away from the chest of the girl named Liu Fei, shook his long hair in a chic manner, squinted his eyes at Luo Fan on the steps, and then lowered his head again, muttering: "Could it be that you are also one of the beasts who spoiled the girls of Tianmen Middle School?" In full view, there was also a girl's hand, and if my guess was correct, that girl was also a victim. ”

The long-haired youth's voice was not loud, but because Luo Fan's appearance was too abrupt, the bridgehead was surprisingly quiet, so the long-haired youth's words were heard by almost everyone present.

Luo Fan felt that Xie Xiaoyu's hand trembled, as if he wanted to break free from Luo Fan's hand, but Luo Fan firmly clenched her cold little hand.

"Three, two, one, it's time." Luo Fan put down his left hand, stepped out with one foot, and took Xie Xiaoyu with him, deliberately slowed down his body, and slowly flew down.

From the guard room to the bridgehead, the horizontal distance is nearly six zhang, and the vertical height is seven or eight meters, and Luo Fan and Xie Xiaoyu flew down without touching the ground, and everyone was stunned, and even many students shouted "light skills" and "supermen".

"It's really light work, but I'm not Superman, I'm just Xie Xiaoyu's big brother." Luo Fan spoke to these students, his voice was not as indifferent as just now, and then said, "The female classmates are all standing on Xiaoyu's side. ”

Those girls were all looking at Luo Fan one by one, with infinite admiration in amazement, and when they heard Luo Fan's words, they quickly surrounded Xie Xiaoyu according to their words.

Luo Fan raised his head, looked at the reporters who were speechless with a calm face, and slowly walked towards them. He didn't walk fast, and every step he didn't take too hard, but every step he took seemed to step on their hearts, and their faces changed again and again, and a suppressed fear spread in their hearts.

A reporter carrying a camera at the back suddenly turned around and took a step to escape.

"Time has passed, do you still want to go?" Luo Fan's cold voice sounded, and his right hand was stretched out, and his middle finger was clasped on his index finger, and he flicked at the man.

A terrible scream rang out, and the reporter fell, and the camera on his shoulder slammed into the ground with a thud and slid out more than a foot away. And on his right calf, there was a thumb-sized blood hole, and the blood was still gurgling out.

"It's just a warning, and if anyone wants to leave, I guarantee that he will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, of course, while still alive." Luo Fan's voice became more and more cold.

The bloody role model lay on the ground, and these reporters were so frightened that their legs trembled, but no one dared to take a light step, or even move, lest Luo Fan think that he wanted to escape.

"I'll give you another chance." Luo Fan stopped, and Sen Ran said: "If you don't want to die, throw the camera, pinhole, camera, microphone, and miniature voice recorder in front of me." ”

I didn't grasp the opportunity before, but this time no one was stupid, hundreds of dollars of voice recorders, thousands of microphones, tens of thousands of pinhole cameras, hundreds of thousands of cameras, in front of Luo Fan in three seconds.

"Four-eyed, come here." Luo Fan stared at the bespectacled lewd man.

The guy shuddered, and the glasses hanging on his face almost fell off, but he didn't dare not listen to what Luo Fan said, so he had to walk up to Luo Fan.

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you." Luo Fan stared at him coldly, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"I'm ......" The man in glasses shuddered, his teeth trembled, he couldn't speak, and he pointed to the ground with a trembling hand, signaling that his microphone had been thrown.

Luo Fan grabbed him by the collar, took out a ballpoint pen from under his armpit, and said, "Don't tell Sù Laozi, this is a ballpoint pen." ”

The glasses man's lips trembled, his face was dead white, and the fear in his eyes could be seen through the glass lenses.

Luo Fan looked at the recorder, but was embarrassed to find that he didn't even need this thing, turned his head to look at Xu Qingyun, and raised the recorder.

Xu Qingyun had always had a cold face, but at this time, there was an imperceptible smile in her eyes, she stepped forward, turned on the playback function of the voice recorder, and handed it to Luo Fan, but after listening to two sentences, her face immediately turned blue.

"Mo Tingting, how many men have forced you?"

"Zhilan, you weren't a virgin before you were forced, were you?"

Syllable! Luo Fan crumpled the recorder to smithereens!

"Students, something inappropriate for children is about to happen, and the next scene will make some people feel uncomfortable, students with heart disease and high blood pressure, please leave quickly." Luo Fan turned around and gave solemn advice to the students.