In a few breaths, the group rushed in at me.

The first middle-aged man in a black suit pointed at Ji Canghai and shouted.

"Damn, here!"

I'm confused, what's going on? Seeking revenge?

Ji Canghai stood up very indifferently, and did not forget to tidy up his collar.

With the support of everyone, a gray-haired old lady walked out of the crowd.

"Murderer! You murderer!"

The old lady threw herself on Ji Canghai with a cry and a howl, and he was like a wooden stake, letting the old lady's snot draw a map on him.

"You killed someone, and you stole corpses, you deserve to die!"

it!

There is really something wrong with this Ji Canghai!

At the moment, calling the police is my best choice, otherwise in the end, even the funeral home will have to suffer.

This group of people pushed Ji Canghai, and I took the opportunity to take out my mobile phone and prepare to call the police.

However, as soon as my phone was unlocked, the verbal abuse suddenly escalated into a physical altercation.

The group was clearly prepared, iron rods and slingers flying in the air.

Chen Jiayan leaned against the wall and wanted to go out, but he was immediately wrapped up in the crowd.

With so many people huddled together, even if they didn't hit her, just stampede would be fatal.

I don't care about calling the police, let's save people first!

I relied on all my strength to squeeze into the crowd, and when I looked up, Chen Jiayan was knocked to the ground by the crowd, holding his head with both hands and dodging, and there were several more footprints on the gray and white tracksuit.

I was in a burst of heat, and I jerked the people around me away and drilled into the gap.

Chen Jiayan saw me come in, prostrate on the ground, and stretched his hands forward.

Our hands finally joined together, and I tugged hard outward, and a leather boot suddenly fell and stepped on the back of my hand.

My back jerked up and I slammed it out, "!"

Finally, there was a little gap, I grabbed her arm and pulled her out hard, and finally pulled her out.

However, an elbow strike hit Chen Jiayan's nose without warning.

For a time, nosebleeds flowed.

「***！」

I picked up the bench and smashed it all the way.

Chen Jiayan's glasses have been folded, only half of the frame is hanging obliquely on the bridge of his nose, and the originally neat ponytail has become a bird's nest.

The scarlet nosebleed on her chest completely ignited the fire that I had always restrained.

"What, you're in league with him?"

At this moment, a large hand landed on my shoulder and gave me a few hard pushes.

I looked up and saw that this person was at least 1.9 meters long, with a green skin and a face full of horizontal flesh, and he looked like a master who was not easy to mess with.

But I have to mess with you today!

Chen Jiayan can't be beaten for nothing!

I was not polite at all, I raised my foot and kicked him in the roots, and he screamed when I kicked him.

When you are a Taoist, you must first use martial arts to sharpen your temperament, and when you grind it, the master will teach the scriptures.

Learning martial arts is not only martial arts, but also martial arts.

Before going down the mountain, my master was still telling me: Don't bully people with your fists and feet.

That's why I've never done anything to anyone else for so many years.

Including just now, I didn't make a real move with Ji Canghai.

But now you're forcing me!

My punch was enough to get the attention of the others, and the group of people chased after me with all their strength.

I relied on my long-held fists and kicks to move around the crowd.

Punches avoid the vital points, but punches the acupuncture points.

I promise, they won't think about going down for three days.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout outside the door: "stop!"

When I looked back, the curator rushed in with a group of people, not only the security guards, but also Uncle Wang, who burned the boiler.

"What's the matter? What about decorating me?"

The curator took off his coat and threw it on the ground, revealing the inky blue tattoo that had been deformed by his fortune.

Ji Canghai staggered to his feet, holding the iron bed behind him with one hand, and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face.

Turning his head, he looked at the group of people: "It's okay, I haven't fought enough, let's change places, don't delay people doing business."

"Whew!"

Ji Canghai took off his clothes, and the muscles of Wolong leaked into the air, and then wiped the blood on his head with his clothes.

"I'm here, when are you going to be cool, when are you going to stop."

It can be seen from the fight just now that Ji Canghai's kung fu is not bad.

He is so willing to be beaten, it is estimated that there is a lot of hatred in the middle, right?

The curator looked at the messy condolence hall and beckoned to the people behind him, and the security guard brought Uncle Wang, who was burning the boiler, to come over in a fan-shaped bag in an instant.

"Brothers, where did you come from?"

Faced with the curator's questioning, the group of people just now suddenly stopped moving......