Drifting Towards You

"Look at those two legs, they are really hooked! But they don't seem to be sold out?"

"Huh, why don't you sell it! I haven't given enough money!"

Su Xiangwan frowned, planning to avoid it.

But a few men have gathered around this meeting.

One of them had a beer belly and a somewhat bald man said directly: "Beauty, how about having fun with brother?"

Su Xiangwan frowned and stepped back.

The smell of wine on them is really unpleasant.

Why does someone drink a faint scent of wine and be intoxicating?

Some people are just the smell of alcohol in the miasma, just like now.

"Beauty, make a price." The other person also said, with two horizontal stripes on his face.

"The wrong person was found." Su Xiangwan said coldly.

"Smelly bitch! Pretending to be noble, enough of these!" A man in a suit and a vest threw a pile of Grandpa Mao from his bag, which was worthy of hitting Su Xiangwan.

In the next instant, someone pulled his wrist.

Mu Beiting dragged her behind and looked at several men with dark eyes.

Su Xiangwan tugged at his shirt and whispered softly: "Let's go, a few drunks, don't care about them."

"Smelly bitch...who do you think is an alcoholic!"

A man stretched out his finger, opened his mouth and cursed.

Mu Beiting stretched out his hand to pinch the man's wrist, and only heard a "click", the man let out a scream.

Immediately, he kicked the man's stomach.

The man staggered and fell to the ground.

He stepped on his swollen face with black leather shoes, and Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, his eyes gloomy: "Apologize."

Because of this sudden scene, the pedestrians around stopped one after another.

Many people gathered and watched the excitement.

Shang Wen, who was with him, also rushed there quickly, and before Mu Beiting could do it again, he threw a few fat men to the ground.

"You are waiting for Lao Tzu! Do you know who I am! Lao Tzu will never let you go!"

"I tell you, you will regret it! Sooner or later I will let this **** kneel on me..."

"Close your eyes." Mu Beiting turned to look at the woman behind him, and said in a deep voice.

Su Xiangwan closed his eyes subconsciously, feeling a little uneasy.

In the next instant, with a ‘bang’, Mu Beiting kicked the man’s face.

The man's nose instantly overflowed with blood, blurring the lower half of his face.

Mu Beiting's feet stepped on his head, his face was pale, but anyone could see that there was a sense of hostility in his eyes.

"You have three seconds to think about it."

He opened his thin lips lightly, like a judge who pronounced the death penalty.

Su Xiangwan couldn't help but opened his eyes lightly, looking at the man in front of him a little lost.

She had never seen him like this, cold, shameless, and cruel.

She forgot as if this was the real him.

The man who was restrained seemed to be a fierce and relentless habitual offender, but he was a bit stubborn, with spiteful eyes, and refused to make a noise.

Mu Beiting sneered and kicked him away.

"In front of me, people with hard bones disappeared."

The man was slightly startled, and before he could speak, he saw two rows of strong black men in suits and shoes, hurriedly coming.

Each of these people carried a murderous aura.

It made the hearts of a few people chill, and then they realized that they seemed to have provoked some great people.

Mu Beiting grabbed Su Xiangwan's wrist and looked at Shangwen: "I don't want to hear any news related to today."

"Yes, master!"

Shang Wen bowed his head respectfully.