For ordinary people, even if they have Tyson's physique, it is unrealistic to think about a dozen or twenty, after all, the other party does not follow the rules, and holding equipment such as bats and rope nets is not something that can be solved by a sliding shovel.

Twenty or so people beat one person, not to mention the equipment in their hands, even if one person kicks and kicks, the beaten person may be seriously injured to the extent of broken internal organs and broken ribs.

They have a psychological umbrella, they are minors anyway, and the law does not blame the public, they talked about it when planning today's operation, and after the revenge was successful, they dispersed in a hurry, everyone had to keep their mouths shut, and they must not reveal it to anyone, if Layla identified them, they would deny it, and everyone put their handprints on an agreement, which was equivalent to a grasshopper on a rope.

Each of these girls has been beaten by Layla more than once, and they have long held a grudge, and the large number of people makes them form a sense of security for warmth, and the sense of security makes them hot-headed, lose their ability to judge the situation calmly, and start more and more heavily, it is no longer the level of "teach Layla a lesson" that was said before.

Anyone who has ever fought has a feeling that when fighting one-on-one, there is some sense of proportion in their hearts, but if it is a group fight, under the influence of that kind of frenzied atmosphere, it is easy to kill him.

Layla was besieged, and she couldn't take care of the future, and after she put down two or three people with her belt, she was hit by a bat one after another, but fortunately, these girls all had a small abacus in their hearts, and they humbly gave in to each other and planned to let others rush up first as cannon fodder, so these few hits were not particularly strong, in order to avoid being pumped by the belt, in case it was not good to draw it in the face, so it was more to stretch out her arm and stab Layla with the bat.

Layla didn't beg for mercy, she knew that begging for mercy was useless, giving up resistance would only make her more tormented, she was like a wounded little beast, even if she was hit a few times on the leg, she couldn't stand and half-knelt on the ground, her eyes were still fierce, and she waved her belt with the last of her strength.

However, once she can't move, it means that she can't dodge the rope net, and she will soon be tied into a rice dumpling by the rope net falling from her head, and then these girls can do whatever they want.

One of the cheerleaders she had just knocked down even raised a bat and tried to smash it on her head, but if she was smashed this time, I'm afraid Layla would have to become a vegetative person if she didn't die.

There are a few girls who perceive that something is wrong, if they really make a fuss, they are afraid that all of them will go to juvenile prison, but if they are stopped, will they be regarded as traitors by others, thus causing other people's hostility and making themselves the target of bullying?

That's when —

"Stop!"

A scream rang out from not far away.

The girls were all startled, and they all looked over there, thinking that the teacher was coming, and they chose this place because students, teachers, and school workers rarely came here during the lunch break.

Layla's gaze scanned through the crowd, staring at the tall, lanky figure.

"Who should I be, it's this refugee little man!" one of the cheerleaders laughed, "What? want to save your girlfriend?"

"It's because of these refugees that our country is getting worse and worse!"

"Yes, my neighborhood just happened a few days ago when a refugee strong X girl committed a crime!"

"Stealing wallets, robbing supermarkets, what other bad things these refugees can't do?"

"We will only be safe if we drive the refugees out of this country!"

"Yes, get them out!"

At the instigation of the cheerleaders, everyone was excited, as if those bad things were done by Luisa, although it is a fact that the high crime rate of refugees is a fact, but what does it have to do with Luisa?

A few people quietly moved towards her position, they were not afraid of Luisa, but they couldn't let her run away to ventilate the news.

But now there are some differences in everyone's hearts, and after being witnessed by Luisa, things are a little difficult to handle, and they can't just be covered up by their tight-lipped mouths.

Unless...... Make sure Luisa doesn't speak out.

Some people suddenly have a sentence in their hearts that they have seen in detectives or movies - dead people don't speak.

When the thought popped up, they were all startled and tried to get rid of it, but if they didn't want to affect their future because of what they did to Layla today, it would be safest to put this idea into action.

When they deal with Layla, they still have some scruples, but when they deal with Luisa, a helpless refugee child, they have no psychological burden at all.

"Get out! Get out!" Layla suddenly roared, "It's none of your business here!

Since Luisa appeared, she hadn't said a word except to shout to stop, whether it was the girls' slander of her or Layla's angry yelling at her, she stood as if she hadn't heard it, just standing with her fists clenched, her chest rising and falling violently with rapid breathing.

Witnessing the scene of Layla being beaten by a large crowd, Luisa was furious, this is like heaven, it is like hell evil spirits running rampant in the world!

Because she often follows Layla quietly, she has witnessed it more than once, Layla beats these girls with a sense of proportion, and has never killed her, and these girls want Layla's life at all!

Maybe Layla did want to have fun, but objectively speaking, Layla rescued her and the other bullied girls from the dire situation, otherwise she couldn't imagine what kind of life she would have lived in this year.

She lost all her relatives, and in the days when she followed Layla, she unconsciously regarded Layla as the object of some kind of longing, because Layla was really handsome when she used her belt to whip people, and she often clenched her fists excitedly when she looked at it, and secretly encouraged Layla, as if she had become a good man who fought unevenly - although Layla never thought that she was fighting unevenly, whether it was intended or not, it was a fait accompli.

Now, when the good people are suffering and the bad people are running rampant, then this must not be heaven!

Her heart was beating so fast that it seemed to be ready to jump out of her chest, and the blood was rushing up to her brain, and her body was starting to heat up, almost like it could burn at any moment.

Layla saw Luisa standing like a fool, unaware that a girl had gone around behind her with a bat.

While most of the girls' attention was shifted to Luisa, thinking that she couldn't stand up after being beaten, Layla bit her teeth, endured the severe pain all over her body, jumped up from the ground, ran to Luisa's side, and grabbed Luisa's hand to escape.

Layla doesn't have any obsession that would rather die than escape, of course she has to run if she can't fight, and she can take revenge when she can fight, and she didn't run just now because she didn't have a chance to run.

However, Layla's whole body hurt terribly, and running to Luisa's side in one go was the limit, and the cheerleaders were still very strong in running and jumping, and when they found out that she wanted to escape, they immediately surrounded them again.

"Want to run, none of you can run today!"

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The cheerleaders weighed their bats in their hands, and the others let their guard down, because Layla was now half-crippled, and Luisa, who had always been useless, couldn't turn the sky.

Layla scanned her surroundings in despair, but there was no one nearby.

Suddenly, she felt Luisa's palm burn and a ...... at the same time Something inexplicable, as if it had passed from Luisa's palm to hers, and from her palm to hers, then diluted like a drop of ink in a glass of water.

In the blink of an eye, her body gushed out with the power that was simply endless for her at that time, and the physical pain disappeared without a trace, just like ...... In martial arts, it is as if the eight veins of the Qi Jing have been opened.

There was some kind of unseen change inside her body.

A rope net fell on the two of them, and if they were caught in the net, their resistance would be over.

Layla was still amazed by the wonderful sensation in her body, and subconsciously shook her hand and threw the belt above her head.

The belt is still the same belt, but this time the strength and speed are a hundred times faster than usual, the belt is so fast that you can barely see the shadow, and when it is thrown to the limit, the end of the belt makes a crisp explosion sound.

A faint milky shock wave detached from the end of the belt like a soul leaving the body, and faced the rope net like a scimitar, obviously just a ball of compressed air, but the rope net was split in half, and the section was as neat as a knife.

This thunderbolt startled everyone present, including Layla herself, and no one spoke, staring blankly at the rope net that was split in two on the ground.

The same thought came to everyone's minds—what was going on? How did the net become halved? What was the explosion that came from among them?

The girls looked at Layla's hand, she was holding Luisa in one hand, still holding her belt in the other, and did not pull out a knife as suddenly as they had imagined.

According to common sense, it is impossible to break the rope net with a belt, so just now...... Is there a problem with the quality of the rope net?

Layla didn't know what was going on, but she could feel how different she was when she shook her belt, how could you describe it...... Like the air is getting sticky?

Under normal circumstances, air is air, light as nothing, there can be no sticky feeling, but she did feel it just now, the air is no longer like air, but like seawater, and she shakes the belt like she is slamming the seawater, and she has to work very hard, otherwise it will make her feel that the speed of the belt is too slow.

In fact, she felt this way, precisely because the speed of the belt was so fast, so fast that the air in front of the belt was violently compressed, becoming like a real body.

The belt is thrown out in an arc, and the air in the compressed state also changes into the shape of the belt, and it breaks away from the belt in an arc, cutting the rope net like a solid body.

If Layla is holding something longer than a belt, such as a horsewhip, the power will increase exponentially, because the belt is too short, and the angular velocity of the swing is constant, the longer the radius, the greater the linear velocity of the whip, and the more powerful it is.

However, even a short belt is more than enough to deal with these girls.

"What's the fuss? Your rope nets are knockoffs, aren't they? Look at me......" One of the cheerleaders pointed at Layla with a bat.

Before she could finish speaking, the belt that had fallen to the ground suddenly raised its head like an enraged cobra, burst up at a speed that was almost invisible, and swept the bat at the waist, and the belt that should have been wrapped around the bat passed without hindrance.

Bang dang.

The upper half of the wooden bat falls to the ground, and the cross-section is also as neat as a knife splitting an axe saw.

The girls were dumbfounded, especially the cheerleaders who were still ruthless just now, and they were even more dumbfounded and couldn't say a word.

What the hell?

This is a bat, a training bat that was just stolen from the women's softball club, so it can't be a quality problem, right?

"I don't know how, but I always feel like I should thank you. Layla twisted her wrist, "Thanks to you, I feel like I've been reborn now." ”

"You...... What do you want to do?"

The cheerleader, who was still shouting just now, held a half-piece bat in his hand and stepped back in small steps.

"What are you doing? Of course, it's not rude, but I will repay your hospitality. Layla sneered.

"You...... Don't come here, sisters, ......."

The cheerleaders were about to beckon everyone to rush up, but when they looked back, they saw that the situation was not good, and they had already slipped away with oil on the soles of their feet.

"Don't you want to run today!"

Layla snorted, let go of Luisa's hand, and flew to intercept the fastest person - she had wanted to intercept it, but in a blink of an eye, she overtook that person in the blink of an eye.

As soon as they saw the flowers, Layla was gone.

Layla found that her speed and strength were far stronger than ordinary people, and even she couldn't adapt to them, because these powers and speeds were not obtained by her gradually, but like the protagonist in martial arts who was instilled with a hundred years of skill by the old-timers and forcibly opened the second line of Ren Du.

However, she was used to fighting, she was calm and smart, and knew that if she hit these girls with such strength, it was estimated that she would kill them directly, so she still used skill, not directly attacking their bodies, but tearing their clothes with her belt, all clothes, from the inside out, but although the belt did not directly touch their bodies, the air flow brought by the high-speed movement still left red marks on them like the skin worn by the rough sandpaper.

Then, she took out her mobile phone and took photos and videos of them as a souvenir, and posted them online......

"Sorry, my hand slipped. She smirked, "I wonder how your parents will feel when they see you back when you were born......

The girls curled up, crying and screaming, and ran away far away to hear their vicious curses on Layla.

Layla didn't care about any curses, people who didn't have the ability to do it would be reckless verbally, and when the girls were gone, she turned to look at Louisa, only to find that the latter was sitting on the ground at some point, his expression was sad, and his lips lost their blood, as if he was seriously ill.