Over the next few days, Galadia and Valkyrie defeated several gangsters, and more than a dozen mutants were either killed or taken prisoner for Pompey's upgraded gang to drive.

The rapid annexation kept Pompey and his men busy, and in the end, Galadia and Valkyrie went on their own to defeat some of the little gangsters. Even if you can't annihilate or subdue them, you can kill the mutants among them, and Pompey will do the rest.

……

Galadia walked alone in a dark alley. The dark alleys of the middle of the night are extremely dangerous places for a beauty like her, but with the powerful forces and the repeated sweeps for several days, Galadia really can't think of anything that can threaten her existence. What's more, Valkyrie is just a block away, and the two can support each other at any time.

There is no gangster force in the neighborhood she is in now, but with the crackdown on the gangs in the past few days, it is inevitable that some scattered gangster forces will flee here.

Four lewd thugs stared at her silhouette and emerged from the darkness, flashing their daggers.

"Chick, it's lonely to be alone, let's have fun."

"Whew, it's like a cockroach, you can find a new one in the corner whenever you think it's been cleaned up." Galadia crossed her right hand on her hip and tilted her head to look at them, "So, how long can you hold out?" ”

"Hey, hey, hey, I'll let you know soon." The four thugs laughed and surrounded them, their saliva dripping to the ground.

"The low-level community in this city is really unsightly~" Galadia is ready to fight, "There is just a human target, just try your fighting ability, no skills." ”

"Stop!" A shout of rage rang out from the side, drawing everyone's attention, and a strong, young white man in a worker's shirt stood up, holding a huge wrench, standing in front of Galadia.

"Stay away from this lady," the man who stood up was quite upright and handsome, with a stiff chin, like the protagonist of the comic, but he was quite young, only in his twenties at most.

"Who are you?" The thug in the lead spat on the ground, "Get out of the way." ”

"My name is Joseph Vissarionovich djogashvili!" The man said aloud, "I will not allow you to do anything wrong in this neighborhood. ”

"He's the JOJO!" A thug shouted.

“JOJO？” The gangster leader glared at him: "What kind of broken name is this?" ”

Joseph Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili, who is known as the Caucasus second stunned, is called JOJO because there are two JOs in his name. It's a guy who's been making trouble for Boss Mike and them in this neighborhood, and has almost been killed a few times, but survived with his thick skin and the police. ”

"That's right, I'm JOJO." The Caucasian man straightened his chest, grabbed the wrench in one hand and pulled the collar of the worker's shirt, and with the other hand forward, he pointed his index finger at the thugs: "Mike's gang has been driven out, and the good residents of this community will not sit idly by and watch your misdeeds." Get out of here. ”

Galadia was stunned on the side, "What is this unfolding, did I meet the protagonist of the hot-blooded comics?" Little brother, you can't survive two episodes like this. ”

"This street boy!" The gangster leader with uneven front teeth stamped his foot, "Kill him!" Whoever pokes two holes in him first, will be the first to play that chick! ”

The thugs immediately shouted and surrounded them. They are outnumbered, and they still have daggers in their hands, and it is still advantageous to besiege a man with only a wrench.

4 to 1! A can win if you go up.

"Please stand back, beautiful lady." JOJO CLENCHED HIS WRENCH AND WATCHED THE THUGS APPROACH, BUT HE DIDN'T FORGET TO REMIND GALADIA, "RUN DOWN THE ALLEY BEHIND YOU, TURN RIGHT AFTER TWO INTERSECTIONS AND YOU'LL BE OUT ON THE STREET." ”

"What about you?" Galadia raised her eyebrows, "Let's run together, shall we?" ”

"I won't give in to criminals!" The tall figure of JOJO is as majestic and inviolable as the Caucasus Mountains, "This is our neighborhood, and we will defend it with our own blood!" ”

"What a hairy ......," Galadia was shocked by this.

"Up!" The leader of the gangsters shouted, and the four of them immediately rushed up.

JOJO FLASHED TO THE SIDE WITH AGILITY, THEN STEPPED FORWARD IN TWO STEPS, AND WITH A SWING OF THE WRENCH, HE KNOCKED OVER ONE OF THE OUTERMOST THUGS. Then he turned around and grabbed the thug who had already knocked him unconscious and smashed it at the thug who pounced on him, and immediately knocked over one of them.

"Die!" THE GANGSTER LEADER HAD POUNCED ON JOJO'S RIGHT HAND, A SHARP DAGGER STABBING HIM IN THE CHEST.

A STREAK OF BLOOD POURED OUT, AND THE DAGGER BLOSSOMED INTO JOJO'S STURDY UPPER ARM MUSCLES, BUT IT DIDN'T HURT THE VITAL POINT. The black-haired Caucasian man raised his elbow and threw it at the leader of the gangsters, who had lost his center of gravity, knocking him to the ground in one fell swoop.

"Hmm!" A sharp pain came from his thigh, and the dagger of the fourth thug plunged deep into his thigh. JOJO IMMEDIATELY FELL TO HIS KNEES.

"him! him! The thug who stabbed JOJO shouted excitedly, "He can't stand!" ”

The leader of the gangsters and the thugs who had been knocked over before stood up. They spat out the blood from their mouths, laughed and clenched their daggers and surrounded them.

"It's almost, the limit of ordinary people. It doesn't seem like he has any superpowers. "Galadia thought that she had met a character like the protagonist of the plot, so she didn't make a move on the sidelines. Now that JOJO is injured, she decides to help.

"1 to 4, what a kind of you!" The leader of the gangsters wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and said, "There are more of us than you, you blind man!" ”

"No, that's not right!" JOJO, who had to fall to his knees due to a thigh injury, was unmoved, and said loudly, "It's because we have more people than you!" ”

"Huh? Is your head broken? ”

"He's right, there are more of us than you." A voice came from the street next to him, and the gangster leader was startled and hurriedly turned his head to look.

A middle-aged man with gray temples walked out with a hammer in his hand, followed by a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, who also held a sickle in his hand.

"There are more of us than you!"

The old lady with a mop in hand, the girl with glasses who shivered but still followed with a baseball bat, and the runny schoolboy with a brick pushed open the door of their room, or lowered the spiral staircase and walked down the balcony, gathering from all directions.

The different words are firmly converging into one voice.

"We outnumber you!"

……

The leaders of the gangsters were already so frightened that they pulled up their accomplices who had fainted to the ground and ran.