Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

The man in black struggled, groping with one hand on his side, with a cold light in his eyes, he shouted fiercely: "Don't let go of the woman, Ji Mingyou won't dare to act rashly."

The man was startled by the bloody scene, nodded unresponsively, and stretched out his hands: "I pretended not to care, I was almost deceived."

The man threatened with a knife and grabbed Lin Weiwei's shoulder, and the two were very close.

"You want to catch me, there's no way." Lin Weiwei cut off the black tape on his hand, and clenching his fists towards the face in front of him.

Her hands were untied, she no longer had to look on, she was empty-handed and lacking in strength.

"Oh, it hurts me to death." The man covered his face, the corners of his eyes were bruised, and seeing her feet were tied, he raised his knife and stabbed her.

Lin Weiwei was anxiously tearing off the restraints on his feet. Seeing him rushing, he lay down and rolled around, and successfully tore off the tape.

The man was stunned, and he paused for a while. He had a deep understanding of Lin Weiwei's skills, so he didn't dare to step forward for a while.

Seeing this, Ji Mingyou curled the corners of his mouth, knowing that she had broken free, the tension in his heart eased, and said loudly: "Good job."

This girl is very skilled, protecting herself should not be a problem, mainly because the man in black is the most troublesome.

"I'll save you after I finish dealing with this person." Lin Weiwei turned his numb wrist, his eyes were sharp, and he seemed to have endless strength, ready to fight hard.

She clenched her hands into fists, leaving her neck loose, making it easy to deal with the thin man in front of her.

The man put the knife in front of his chest, looked at it timidly, and couldn't help but backed away.

"You idiot, you can't even control a woman, trash!"

Suddenly, the man in black jumped up, his face full of scars was extremely ferocious, his eyes were cold like a wild wolf lurking in the dark night, he took out a pistol from his side, and shouted angrily, "None of you can escape today."

The man in black looked horrifying, ignoring the wound on his shoulder, and quickly loaded the pistol with one hand.

Ji Mingyou fought hard, with one hand on the pistol, his heartstrings tensed, and he shouted sharply: "Lin Weiwei, you run out first, hurry up."

He couldn't stop it for long, and the man in black fought back desperately, not sure that he could protect Lin Weiwei.

"I don't, you can't win with two people, and I can't abandon you." Lin Weiwei shook his head, tried his best to attack the blocking man, and shouted firmly.

"Idiot, hurry up and go first, so as not to be my drag bottle."

Lin Weiwei bit his cherry lips and punched the man in the side face, so he didn't want to be a deserter.

"If you want to walk together, I can prove that I am not." Lin Weiwei accidentally scratched his arm, gritted his teeth, but ignored it.

Ji Mingyou frowned, he had already been punched a few times in distraction, blood dripped from the corner of his already bruised mouth.

"It's this time, and I'm still worried about this woman. The news is right." With years of fighting, the man in black gradually gained the upper hand, pointing his pistol at Lin Weiwei, with a cruel smile on his lips.

He opened his eyes wide, the alarm bell rang loudly, he grabbed the shoulder of the man in black, and pointed the pistol at the roof with one hand.

With a "bang", the bullet pierced through the roof, and the accumulated dust fell.

"Ji Mingyou, are you okay?" Hearing the gunshot, Lin Weiwei was shocked, his eyes were worried, dust flew into his eyes, and he couldn't open his eyes.

The man was also frightened, looking at the two people who were rolling on the ground to snatch, if the pistol went off, wouldn't his head be shot?

"I'm fine." Ji Mingyou replied, his sticky shirt showed tight muscles, and his deep eyes showed killing intent.

"Bang bang bang" after several shots were fired in succession, the dilapidated roof continued to sprinkle dust, and the broken planks fell to the ground.

Lin Weiwei and the man ran away one after another, covering their mouths and noses, and could only see one person waving his fist clearly.

The man raised his head in fear, and silently moved to the door: "I'm afraid this house is going to collapse."

She swallowed, and walked slowly, there was no gunfire in her ears, and it was silent, afraid that Ji Mingyou would be injured.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Why don't you come and help me?" Ji Mingyou's hoarse voice trembled in the dust.

The man in black was covered in blood, with one hand hanging limply on the ground, he shouted.

The man scratched his head in embarrassment, and under the pressure of his eyes, he had no choice but to step forward.

Ji Mingyou held a small rusty iron rod in his hand, blood dripped from his face along his delicate chin, his eyes were dark and full of murderous intent.

Lin Weiwei was startled, stared at his face closely, and asked worriedly: "You are injured..."

"Don't come here." He lowered his eyes again and said in a cold voice.

Suddenly, the man in black took the opportunity to get up and grabbed Ji Mingyou's neck, his eyes were red and frightening.

The man in black couldn't help letting go of his hand, gave Ji Mingyou's fingers a look, and opened Ji Mingyou's fingers.

"Pistol, go and get it." Ji Mingyou couldn't breathe well, he pulled his hands around his neck with both hands, and squeezed out from his teeth.

Subconsciously, Lin Weiwei took Ji Mingyou first, raised his leg, and kicked the man in black hard on the head: "Go to hell."

The eyes of the man in black lost light, and he no longer had any strength in his hands, and fell to the ground.

Lin Weiwei looked at the limp man in black on the ground, gasping for breath, with his hands still on his chest.

On one side, the pistol was thrown out one meter and picked up.

"Lin Weiwei, get down."

Ji Mingyou coughed a few times in succession, his eyes widened as soon as he raised his head, and he pulled her into his arms.

He pursed his lips, and if the shot went down, if he didn't dodge fast enough, the shoulder was the most likely to be shot.

Lin Weiwei hit his head on the floor, staring at his face in surprise, remembering the pistol he had forgotten.

"No."

It was as if a thread had been broken in her mind, and she wrapped her arms around Ji Mingyou, wishing that the bullet would hit herself.

Ji Mingyou struggled, and waited for a while when there was no gunfire, and he glanced away from the corner of his eye.

The man held a pistol in his hand, pressed it hard a few times, looked in a panic, checked it and then fell to the ground: "Damn it, there are no bullets."

"What?" Lin Weiwei shouted happily, the anxiety in his heart was wiped away, and he was about to get up when his hands felt wet.

A muffled groan came from her ear, she saw the blood-stained hand, trembled all over, and opened her mouth.

Ji Mingyou covered her small mouth, smiled lightly, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, we'll talk about it when we go back."

As he said that, he stood up, picked up the machete from the messy ground, and wanted to make a quick decision, otherwise he would not be able to persist.

"Let me come, I can knock down his small body." Lin Weiwei immediately stood up, clenched his fists and said, "I am a taekwondo coach, so I can't smash my brand."

She was eager to try, knowing that Ji Mingyou was seriously injured, so she insisted on standing in front.

Ji Mingyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he gently pushed the petite her away, he couldn't relax yet, he had to catch the man back and ask him clearly.

After hearing this, the man glanced at the small fruit knife in his hand, and saw that the man in black had lost his will long ago, so he ran away: "A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, I will settle accounts with you next time."

"Let's chase after him." Seeing him running away, Lin Weiwei followed closely.

The man seemed to have planned an escape plan long ago. Regardless of the man in black on the ground, he immediately got into the black car and rushed towards the factory gate.