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"Squat down for Lao Tzu, whoever dares to move again, Lao Tzu will shoot him."

Those young men who wanted to resist faced the cold muzzle of the gun, and suddenly did not dare to act rashly.

"Put your head in your hands and squat!"

The situation suddenly turned to the side again.

And the baby-faced boy is still scuffling with the strong man.

Gong Qinghan looked at the baby-faced boy who was rolling on the ground and was playing hooliganism, and scolded in his heart: Stupid!

The fighting was in full swing inside, but outside the row of B&Bs where they were, a group of special forces wearing camouflage uniforms and holding sophisticated weapons were quietly approaching.

These special forces took advantage of the moonlight and the clutter of houses and weeds to keep approaching this row of homestays.

These people are much more terrifying than the slivers in the mouths of those strong men who sell organs......

"Okay Biaozi, stop fighting." The strong man's accomplices try to stop the strong man who fights with the babyface named Biaozi.

Biaozi gave the baby-faced boy two punches, got up and wiped the blood oozing from his lips.

The baby-faced boy took advantage of Biaozi's blood rubbing blood, and unwillingly kicked his leg on Biaozi's calf.

Biao Zi was kicked unexpectedly, his calf hurt, and he fell to the ground on one knee.

"Damn, I'm going to kill you today." Biaozi was completely enraged by the baby-faced boy.

Standing up, he pulled out the gun on his waist, and just loaded the bullet but was stopped by his companion: "Are you crazy, the gunshot will not be exposed as soon as it comes out." ”

Biaozi was so angry that he threw the gun aside, and directly clenched his fists and scuffled with the baby-faced boy again.

Although the baby-faced boy has nimble hands and feet, he is not Biaozi's opponent after all.

After a few minutes, the baby-faced boy was beaten and his ear, nose and throat were bleeding.

The young men who had been arrested wanted to go up and help, but they only had the heart and were powerless.

And Biaozi's accomplices did not stop it, but watched it with relish.

The baby-faced boy was pressed to the ground, his face was bruised and purple, and his wounds were stained with blood.

Biaozi grabbed the baby-faced boy's collar with one hand and greeted him in the face with a fist, obviously red-eyed.

Gong Qinghan's hands holding his knees gradually clenched, and the light blue tendons on the back of his hands bulged.

Looking at the baby-faced boy who was beaten and couldn't fight back, the blood in his body was boiling.

She's enduring it, she's afraid that she won't hold back, and she can't help but do it before anyone else finds here.

Turning his head to look out the window, the night was hazy.

Just when Gong Qinghan was about to lose control of himself, a birdsong like a nightingale pierced the night sky.

The "birdsong" has not fallen, but Gong Qinghan has already moved.

Just when the baby-faced boy thought he was going to die under this biaozi's fist, a petite but lightning-like figure suddenly flashed,

A flying kick directly kicked the biaozi who had beaten him into the air.

Before everyone came back to their senses, Gong Qinghan turned around, and at the same time, a sharp dagger came out of nowhere in her hand.

Where the dagger passed, blood sprayed.

A cold light flashed, and the figure fell.

Even before some strong men came to their senses, there were already more blood marks on their throats.

It was so fast that it didn't even have a chance to make them scream, and it was already out of breath.

In the huge room, Gong Qinghan's figure was like a ghost, shuttling among the strong men.

A strong man came back to his senses and immediately pulled out the gun on his waist, but before the gun could be pulled out, he was kicked back by Gong Qinghan.

The next moment, there was an extra blood mark on the man's neck.

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