Qinghui walked out of the Internet café and walked to the area where he was renting.

It's a bit chaotic here, there are some Internet cafes and bars and the like, and there are also a lot of thugs.

The black cap on Qinghui's head blocked half of his fair and beautiful face, and his aura was a little lazy.

Reaching out and yawning, it's a bit of an Internet addict girl's posture.

A black stud earring is fastened around the ear.

Qinghui raised his hand and touched his earlobe, and let out a low sigh.

A little grumpy.

If only you wanted your own star bottle, if only you wanted your own starry sky cat nest, if only you wanted that thumb-sized gemstone ring, and that dazzling black stud earrings.

Qinghui thought, holding his pocket with one hand, raising his foot irritably, and kicking away the plastic bottle thrown on the side of the road with a bang.

With a bang, the plastic bottle was kicked against the wall by Qinghui, and then fell and fell into the trash can over there.

This movement is really arrogant enough, and this is a blind spot area without monitoring, and a few thugs turned their heads to look.

These people are obviously veterans of this area, and they are standing in a position that cannot be photographed by the surveillance.

Further inside is a snack street, but the end of the road is blocked for a few days and cannot be entered and exited temporarily, if you want to come, you can only walk from this small alley.

At this time, a woman who looked to be twenty-seven or eighteen years old was standing by the stall, looking down as if she was picking something, but it was not difficult to see that the other party was frowning slightly, with a little coldness in her eyes.

Apparently because these thugs were standing next to the little alley, glancing at her as if they were talking.

Obviously bold and trying to move his mind.

But Qinghui's action instantly attracted the attention of several people.

Seeing Qinghui in a black jacket, several people whistled a few times, with a little malice on their faces.

Qinghui yawned, feeling tired, completely ignoring the noise around him, and continued to walk into the small alley.

The thugs followed.

The woman straightened up, her brow furrowed for a moment, obviously a little uneasy about the thugs following a little girl over to such a thing.

Anyway, those little thugs also stared at her, and they noticed the little girl.

He took out his phone, sent a message, then stood up and walked along.

As soon as I walked in, I heard a slightly painful scream.

The woman was stunned for a moment, looked over, and saw that under the moonlight, one person was standing, and the other was lying down, and her hand was pinched in her hand by the little girl, and her posture was slightly distorted.

Beads of sweat the size of beans fell.

The two thugs instantly sobered up and panicked, and one walked to the little girl again, and the other quickly ran away from the other path, as if to call someone.

The woman walked over quickly, and saw Qinghui stretch out her hand and pull hard, pulling the man lying on the ground and throwing him aside, not to get in the way, and put her hand on the shoulder of the person who rushed over.

The woman hadn't even seen what was going on, and the man was brought down again by Qinghui.

Qinghui let go and raised his hand to straighten the brim of his hat.

At this time, the woman saw Qinghui's soft white face clearly, with a decadent and lazy expression, and seemed to be quite disgusted, and raised her foot and kicked the body of the person who couldn't get up on the ground after falling so much.

She really couldn't figure it out.

Why does every world have this inexplicable Luobei to find fault.