My stall is a bit fierce

The uneasiness in Zhao Zifeng's heart became more and more intense, and he rushed to Jinhai People's Square.

At the same time, in the Mercedes-Benz car, Yang Jie looked at He Xiaoyu's watery appearance, and couldn't wait to take off his shirt. Immediately after, He Xiaoyu's eyes overflowed with crystal tears, he clenched his teeth, and struggled with his last strength.

"Hahaha! The more you struggle, the more excited I become!" Yang Jie laughed wildly.

He Xiaoyu kept calling for help in his heart, but now that he had reached this point, who would save him?

At this moment, only the figure of a man appeared in her mind.

This man is Zhao Zifeng!

But how could he save himself?
Looking at He Xiaoyu's flaming cheeks, the sweat on her forehead, and the way she bit her cherry lips, Yang Jie couldn't wait to untie her clothes.

And the gangsters and the young ladies outside laughed and said, "When Brother Jie finishes playing, then it's our turn to play."

Just at this time, Zhao Zifeng came here and confirmed the location of He Xiaoyu on the Magic Sound 3000 earphones, but when he looked around, he only saw these young people smiling sinisterly.

Instinct told Zhao Zifeng that it was this group of people who tied up He Xiaoyu.

Zhao Zifeng tilted his head and asked coldly to the group: "Hey! What did you do to He Xiaoyu?"

When the young people saw Zhao Zifeng, they all showed a contemptuous smile: "Hurry up, get out of here, it's none of your business!"

"He Xiaoyu! Where is it!" Zhao Zifeng let out an angry roar from all directions!

At this moment, he was very angry, and the anger had burned all over his body!

He Xiaoyu in the Mercedes Benz immediately gritted his teeth when he heard Zhao Zifeng's roar. Yang Jie didn't untie his clothes and shouted with all his might: "Zifeng! I'm here!"

That's right!Zhao Zifeng, here he comes!

Hearing He Xiaoyu's call for help, Zhao Zifeng frowned coldly, and immediately rushed to the Mercedes-Benz, but at this moment, the door of the Mercedes-Benz opened, and Yang Jie shouted angrily with his shirtless face: "Who? How dare you disturb my elegance! "

Zhao Zifeng's chest was enraged by the flame, he strode over, saw He Xiaoyu's high-heeled shoes, immediately raised his head and said coldly: "I order you, let me go!"

Yang Jie narrowed his eyes, feeling a little ridiculous and said: "Boy, do you know who this uncle is? Who in this area doesn't know me, Yang Jie, who are you? Dare to order me?"

Looking at the tattoos on his body, Zhao Zifeng could tell at a glance that he was not a good person, but also a little gangster who was idle all day and wandered around.

He has always been merciless towards this kind of person, not to mention that they have arrested He Xiaoyu now, which has touched the bottom line of his anger!
"Boy, who is this girl?" Yang Jie asked triumphantly.

"My woman!"

Zhao Zifeng said something succinctly, followed by five steps forward, his face was cold, like the owner of Frost Valley, his whole body exuded a bone-piercing coldness.

"Oh? Look at you kid, can you afford it? If you can't afford it, let me help you!"

Yang Jie's smile at the corner of his mouth was full of complacency, and he didn't take Zhao Zifeng seriously.

boom!
A muffled thunder sounded in Zhao Zifeng's head.

"Let me say one last thing, let him go, or you will all die!"

"Hmph! It's up to you?" Yang Jie sneered, crossed his hands across his chest, opened the car door slowly, and grabbed He Xiaoyu's hair with one hand.

"Take her away if you have the ability..."

Seeing He Xiaoyu's disheveled clothes and disheveled hair, Zhao Zifeng couldn't bear the anger anymore!
"You are courting death!"

After the words fell, Zhao Zifeng strode forward, and these little gangsters also rushed over with a sneer.

However, Zhao Zifeng's casual swing of his hand can send a small gangster flying a few meters away, and he fell to the point where he couldn't move.

Seeing this scene, the punks couldn't help being startled, swallowed, took a few steps back, and murmured: "It's broken, I met someone who has practiced it!"

Yang Jie is also a big brother-level existence, he will not be afraid of Zhao Zifeng's actions, he took out a sharp knife from his pocket, pointed at Zhao Zifeng, and said: "Boy, don't you know the sky is high and the earth is thick, otherwise today I will let you You lie here!"

"It's not certain who is lying down!"

Zhao Zifeng rushed over, but there was a sneer on the corner of Yang Jie's mouth.

Of course, he knew that Zhao Zifeng had practiced his skills, so he might not be able to fight him.

So he didn't fight Zhao Zifeng desperately, but grabbed He Xiaoyu's hair with one hand, put a knife on her face coldly with the other hand, and said with a smile: "If you touch me, she will be disfigured! "

After Zhao Zifeng heard the words, he stopped abruptly and narrowed his eyes coldly.

"You...don't mess around!"

At this moment, Zhao Zifeng's anger disappeared in an instant, and he turned into panic, and raised his hands forward.

"Hahaha! Aren't you very annoying just now?" Yang Jie sneered, and then gave these little bastards a wink.

The gangsters also found that Zhao Zifeng didn't dare to do anything else, so they all showed smirks and walked up to Zhao Zifeng eagerly.

With a big wave of Yang Jie's hand, four or five gangsters clenched their fists and waved towards Zhao Zifeng.

Zhao Zifeng dodged subconsciously, but Yang Jie stared wide-eyed and said, "You can't dodge! If you dodge for a while, I'll slash her across the face."

"Damn it!" Zhao Zifeng gritted his teeth and looked at the gangsters.

"Snapped!"

In the next second, these gangsters punched Zhao Zifeng one after another.

In order for He Xiaoyu not to be injured, Zhao Zifeng gave up resisting, gritted his teeth, and was soon pushed to the ground by these gangsters and beat him violently.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Hearing the sound of fists and kicks, Zhao Zifeng covered his head, feeling the punches and kicks like a rainstorm.

Seeing this scene, He Xiaoyu immediately shouted: "Zifeng, you fought back! Leave me alone!"

Zhao Zifeng didn't listen, and endured silently, his eyes fixed on Yang Jie, and his fists were clenched.

"Fight back!" He Xiaoyu was in a hurry, if the fight continued like this, Zhao Zifeng would really die!
"Slap!" Yang Jie turned his head, slapped He Xiaoyu on the cheek, and roared angrily, "Cao! Bitch, what are you bbling?"

This slap directly slapped He Xiaoyu to the ground, but He Xiaoyu didn't shed tears at all. At this moment, she was powerless and slowly climbed onto Zhao Zifeng's body to protect him.

"Oh? It's so beautiful! Beat both of them to death!" Yang Jie ordered.

One of the gangsters came over and said worriedly, "Brother Jie, why don't you stop playing?"

"Hmph, I'm in no mood, play damn! Beat me to death!"

"But...this..."

"Don't worry, with my influence, it's completely fine to kill a pariah in Jinhai City!" After Yang Jie finished speaking, he handed the little bastard a knife, and then said, "It doesn't matter if you die!"