"Ahh

Huang Mao covered his hands, looked at the little girl angrily, and slapped it!

Syllable!

The little girl screamed in pain, a red mark appeared on her face, and she fell to the ground.

"Woo woo, mom, mom, don't hit my mom, woo woo!"

The little girl cried bitterly and fell to the ground screaming.

"You're looking for death!" the thug looked at the little girl, his face was hideous, and he walked towards the little girl.

"Please, let my daughter go, I really don't have that much money, please let my daughter go!"

The little girl's mother was holding the gangster's legs with tears in her eyes.

Huang Mao kicked over and roared: "You have no money, don't you have a daughter if you have no money, you don't have money to raise a daughter, it's not a burden to yourself, Lao Tzu helped you solve this little bastard!"

The tooth marks on Huang Mao's hands were still bleeding, and at his feet, the little girl's mother was clutching her stomach and moaning in pain.

"I beg you to ......"

She reached out to her daughter, who was still curled up on the ground in pain, and wanted to crawl over.

"Hmph, I want your daughter, Lao Tzu will help you! You guys, press her, let her see how her daughter died!"

The yellow haired man laughed, and the rest of the people immediately stepped forward and held down the little girl's mother, and at the same time grabbed her hair and grabbed her head.

At the same time, a group of passers-by came to watch, but they never dared to step forward.

"What do you see, what's the matter with you?!"

The thugs glared at the crowd fiercely, and a few passers-by who wanted to come up to help were glared away.

"Ahh

The little girl cried, but it was not her mother who appeared in front of her, but the hideous, inhuman thug.

"Little sister, I'll take you to see your mother, your mother is there!"

Huang Mao pointed to the road where the cars were coming, and with the other hand grabbed the little girl's feet, dragged her to the side of the road, picked it up and threw it there.

Everyone closed their eyes, afraid to look at the picture.

But the little girl's mother cried out in despair: "Don't, call the police, call the police!"

A group of cowardly people seemed to be unable to hear her voice, and they did nothing at this time.

"Hahahaha!"

A group of gangsters laughed, not knowing whether they were laughing at the group of passers-by, or the helplessness of the mother, or the scene when the little girl was about to be hit by a car.

At this moment, a figure caught the little girl in the air, causing everyone to exclaim.

"Don't be afraid, my brother is here!"

Ning Fan hugged the little girl and comforted her softly.

"Woo woo, mom, mom, big brother, save mom!"

The little girl shouted weakly, and the slap of the yellow hair left a red mark on her face, which made Ning Fan feel a cloud of anger in her heart.

Not long ago, Ning Fan, who had only walked far away, heard the movement here, and then saw this heart-wrenching scene.

He rushed as fast as he could, but luckily he was able to catch up.

The little girl's mother breathed a sigh of relief, but her face was still terrified, and she kept calling out her daughter.

Ning Fan glanced coldly at these passers-by present, Huang Mao's practice, this is killing people on the street, lawless, and inhumane!

There was also that group of gangsters, treating a helpless woman like this, but the group of people around them were indifferent, not even a single person who called the police, Ning Fan only felt cold!

"Yo, the kid is good!"

Huang Mao looked at Ning Fan for a moment, and then grinned out loud, he didn't know when he had a cigarette in his mouth, and walked towards Ning Fan, his expression gradually became hideous, and he wanted to take Ning Fan under the knife.

On the other side, a group of thugs looked at this side happily, as if they had seen Ning Fan's miserable appearance.

"You don't even look at who Grandpa is!"

"You're a piece of from Nima!"

Ning Fan's face was gloomy, he didn't even look at this guy, and slapped him directly.

Syllable!

With a pop, a mouthful of blood spat out of Huang Mao's mouth, several teeth jumped out, and he fell to the ground in an instant, not even making a scream.

Ning Fan showed no mercy at all in this slap, Huang Mao's face slammed into the ground, and with a bang, blood splashed, flesh and blood blurred, and his body kept twitching on the ground.

Whoa!

The crowd erupted in exclamation, and they all looked at Ning Fan in surprise.

On the other side, the thugs who pressed the little girl's mother were stunned for a moment, and then they all got angry, and a bald head led by him directly took out a knife and stood up.

"Boy, where are you messing around?!"

The bald head walked out, carrying a knife in his hand, and a wolf's head tattooed on his head, which looked very hideous.

Ning Fan didn't answer, and looked at the bald head in front of him coldly.

"Boy, I'm getting impatient!"

The bald head couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at Ning Fan's cold gaze, and a trace of cowardice flashed in his eyes, but thinking that he had a knife in his hand, he mustered up his courage again and looked at Ning Fan fiercely.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the bald head was ruthless in his heart, and directly stabbed at Ning Fan, who was holding the little girl.

"Ahh

With a snap, Ning Fan directly grabbed the bald wrist, his face turned cold, and he directly crushed the other party's bones.

The bald head screamed, his face turned pale, and he knelt down directly.

"What do you want to do?!"

A group of thugs watched with fear as Ning Fan dragged his bald head towards them, and a burst of discussion erupted in the crowd.

Ning Fan sneered, dragged his bald head to a table, snatched the knife in his hand, and asked coldly after putting the little girl down, "Which hand?"

The bald head looked up at Ning Fan in horror, and was stunned for a moment.

At the same time, the little girl's mother ran over and took her daughter into her arms.

"I ask you which hand hit you?" Ning Fan frowned and asked impatiently.

The bald head was dumbfounded, he subconsciously glanced at the slap print on the little girl's face, and then at the yellow hair that was still twitching on the ground not far away, and he wanted to cry without tears in his heart.

"What do you want to do, know who we are, make trouble in our territory, be careful that you can't get out of this street!"

A group of thugs broke out in a cold sweat and surrounded them, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

However, Ning Fan ignored their warnings at all, and still looked at the bald head coldly.

"This, this, this, I ......"

The bald head held up the wrist that was still alive, but he wanted to say that it was not him who hit the little girl, but the yellow hair on the ground.

"Oh, this hand?"

Ning Fan grinned, but in the eyes of the gangsters, he was extremely frightened.

Poof! Blood Rush!

"Ahh

A cold light swept through everyone's eyes, the bald head screamed, but the palm that had just been raised was nailed to the table by a knife, and the blood arrow soared, and the blood kept flowing out.

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