Besides, there is a policeman, there may be a little bit, but he alone is difficult to defeat six people, and if he says that he still has to protect one person, the threat will be reduced a lot, and the other is a weak scholar, how much of a threat can he have? They just don't believe in this evil, and they can't beat them.

The two strong men turned the knife in their hands and waved at Lin Xiafan, but they didn't expect that Lin Xiafan was not a good stubble, and it was not difficult to fight two with one, one punch, one kick, they didn't even touch the corner of Lin Xiafan's clothes, let alone damage output.

And Zhou Sen is more difficult, he is going to fight four people alone, the other party is still holding a knife in his hand, he does not have Lin Xiafan's buff, he has some difficulty fighting, he was accidentally hit with a stick a few sticks on his back, and he was scratched by a bald broken kitchen knife, just when there was a knife to stab Zhou Sen from behind, Lin Xiafan flew over and kicked away the person who wanted to stab Zhou Sen, the person was kicked out and fell to the ground, the person struggled for a long time before standing up and spitting.

"Bah,, two. Brothers, hit that little white face!" said the man who was kicked to the others.

Lin Xiafan: "......" When was he called a little white face, why didn't he know, and where did he look like a little white face, six-pack abs, and his hands were harder than just iron!

Those few people all thought about cleaning up Zhou Sen, everything was easy to say, find a pit and bury the strips, their business would not be yellow, and the day of making a fortune would not be far away, but what they didn't expect was that Zhou Sen was quite resistant.

Lin Xiafan doesn't care what they think, he just wants to burn down here, save time, save effort, and attract the attention of the society, indirectly help Zhou Sen to complete his sense of responsibility to help the weak, and the most important thing is to save trouble, the trouble is that if Zhou Sen is injured, then their vacation will be very boring and boring.

"Come on!" Lin Xiafan pulled Zhou Sen down, and he didn't know if he was saying it to Zhou Sen or the gangster. Lin Xiafan took off the suit jacket he didn't know when, handed it to Zhou Sen, unbuttoned the sleeves and collar, and rolled up the sleeves, and it was the kind that was particularly neatly rolled.

This posture, Zhou Sen didn't know how to comment, it was better than rushing in recklessly, and pretending to be forced was very successful!

"Are you okay?" Zhou Sen looked at Lin Xiafan's straight back, there was no doubt, but he was afraid that Lin Xiafan would beat people to death if he was heavy, and he really couldn't hold him.

Lin Xiafan: "......" Zhou Sen's question made him feel very delicate, not that he doubted whether he could do it, but that he suspected that he would kill people! Well, this possibility is really quite big, and before Zhou Sen said this question, he really planned to kill them directly, anyway, the child was rescued, it didn't matter what.

Zhou Sen saw that Lin Xiafan didn't speak, he didn't stand behind Lin Xiafan, but ran directly to him, and being a policeman for so many years made him feel that facing danger with Lin Xiafan was a real brother.

Zhou Sen looked at Lin Xiafan's clothes in his hand, and then looked behind him, he casually threw Lin Xiafan's clothes aside, and he didn't know where he had lost them.

Then he clapped his hands, as if he had lost a hot potato. Lin Xiafan looked at his action, his brows furrowed slightly, and the expression in his eyes was no longer superfluous except for disgust or disgust.

The opponent didn't say a word, and when he saw that someone was willing to come out, then he was not polite, and he moved his head and wrist, and attacked Lin Xiafan and Zhou Sen with sticks. Just now using a short knife to make them realize that Zhou Sen and Lin Xia Fan are both good at hand-to-hand combat, so they decided to attack from afar.

There was a moment of confusion when they came up, and before they could make a move, Lin Xiafan did it first, first kicking the young man with the stick, and then backhanding the brother with the knife to grab him, and raised his foot to trample him under his feet, and pushed him to the ground.

Then the person who came to save him took a knife and slashed at Lin Xiafan, Lin Xiafan kicked away the people at his feet hard, and the people at his feet screamed, was kicked to the wall heavily, spit out a mouthful of blood, and couldn't get up on the ground holding his stomach, you can imagine how strong Lin Xiafan's feet were.

Then Lin Xiafan raised his leg with great difficulty, kicked the knife in the man's hand away, the kitchen knife flew through the bald head's ear, and stabbed on the wood that the bald head was leaning on, so frightened that the bald head didn't dare to move, and the atmosphere didn't dare to come out.

The man's knife was kicked away by Lin Xiafan, and seeing that he didn't have the weapon in his hand, he switched to his fist, and planned to hit Lin Xiafan's nose with a punch, but Lin Xiafan grabbed the opponent's hand, twisted the opponent's hand behind him with his backhand, kicked the opponent's knee with his foot, and kicked him to his knees.

Zhou Sen is not so easy to mess with, first held the wrist of the person who was going to hit him, and then twisted the opponent's hand in a grappling posture, the opponent was twisted to the deformation of the hand, and it hurt so much that he let go of the wooden stick, Zhou Sen kicked the wooden stick that fell on the ground with his foot in his direction, and caught it, with a weapon, Zhou Sen didn't have to be afraid.

There were two people rushing towards Zhou Sen from the front, and a person behind slashed at Zhou Sen with a knife, Zhou Sen hit the gangster's head and knee with a wooden stick, and a temple was broken by Zhou Sen, leaving blood, and one was beaten on the knee, kneeling on the ground, knocking the gangster in front to the ground, and the gangster in the back didn't have time to defend, Lin Xiafan saw that Zhou Sen didn't have time to defend when dealing with his own people.

He turned sideways and pulled Zhou Sen in front of him, his hand was in this project, because the knife was very close to Zhou Sen, and when Lin Xiafan turned sideways to protect Zhou Sen in front of him, he was accidentally scratched.

Lin Xiafan raised his eyes and looked at his arm, looking at the person with the knife, there was suddenly anger in his eyes, he got the gangster's knife at a very fast speed, and unceremoniously began to cut on the gangster's body, and he didn't know how many knives Lin Xiafan cut the gangster, anyway, when Lin Xiafan stopped, the gangster's clothes were already rotten, and there were deep and shallow knife wounds on his body.

The one-on-three fight was very simple to deal with, but when Lin Xiafan's hand still helped Zhou Sen block the knife, he was cut out, and the bright red blood flowed down his arm through the white shirt, flowed to his slender fingers, and dripped to the ground, presumably Lin Xiafan deliberately injured himself, otherwise how could these people hurt him.

"It's okay" Zhou Sen saw that Lin Xiafan's hand was injured, and he was a little worried

"Just kidding! How could I be fine!" If it weren't for showing Zhou Sen his impeccable grappling, he wouldn't have been guilty of this!

"Originally, I was in a good mood, but it stinks here, which makes me very unhappy!" When Lin Xiafan said this, he was calm and indifferent, but when he raised his eyes to look at the other party, the anger and murderous aura in his eyes did not decrease but increased.

(End of chapter)