Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Mom, why are you still praising Xiaomei?"

Lin Ruixue turned around and grabbed Rose's wrist, her fingertips slightly cold: "You are really reckless this time, what if you end up at the police station?"

Thinking of the trouble her husband Zhou Qi and her brother Ye Yifeng had caused before, cold sweat broke out on her back.

Compensation is secondary if the other party keeps asking for it.

"Sister, I'm holding back." Rose lowered her eyes and turned her wrist, her joints making slight noises.

If based on her usual training intensity.

The two people just now should have been carried out.

However, the depth of these fighting skills is ultimately not something that ordinary people can understand.

Lin Ruixue looked at the crystal chandelier on the dome of the mall, and her throat tightened. She had heard her husband mention that Rose and Xiao Chao had a foundation in self-defense, but she had never expected that they would be so terrifying in actual combat.

"I sent the location to Brother Qi." Rose suddenly spoke.

"When did it happen?" Lin Ruixue hurriedly touched her phone: "Don't let him get involved, he has a bad temper."

"Three minutes ago."

Rose glanced at her watch and said, "It should be according to the driving time."

Before she could finish her words, Han Juan interrupted her and said, "Stop wasting time and order the mattress and go home."

Lin Ruixue hesitated with her fingertips hovering over the dial key.

With Zhou Qi's personality, he would definitely rush over if he knew his wife and daughter were being bullied. It would be better if he could just go and do it.

This is the north gate of the mall.

Liu Zhiqiang rubbed his aching ribs, his gold-rimmed glasses tilted on his nose. He trembled as he swiped through his address book and dialed five numbers in succession.

"Bring twenty brothers here!"

When he hung up the phone, he adjusted his Armani suit against the reflective glass door.

Soon a large crowd of people will surround us and we’ll see how those women can still be so arrogant.

Thinking of the girl in leather jacket kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, he grinned, revealing his gold-studded canine teeth.

"Stop! Where are you running to!"

Lin Ruixue's grip on the car door handle suddenly tightened, and the loud shouting from behind made her neck feel cold.

When she turned around and saw Liu Zhiqiang approaching with a heavily made-up woman in his arms, Rose had already taken a step forward to stand in front of the mother and daughter. The squeaking sound of her military boots rolling over the gravel on the road could be clearly heard.

"Hard of hearing?"

Rose's fingertips brushed across the buckle of the tactical belt. The sound of metal collision made Liu Zhiqiang stop subconsciously: "Disappear in three seconds, or I'll help you."

Liu Zhiqiang pulled the gold chain around his neck and grinned: "You beat up my woman and you want to run away? I won't give it to you today."

Before he could finish his words, the harsh sound of tires rubbing against each other tore through the air.

The black SUV slammed onto the sidewalk like a runaway bull, its bumper scraping against Liu Zhiqiang's crocodile leather shoes as it came to a halt, the flying dust covering his face.

When Liu Zhiqiang saw the young man coming out of the driver's seat, he laughed out of anger.

The baby-faced girl, who was biting a children's teething stick and wearing a cartoon sweatshirt, was holding a bear biscuit in front of his nose and said, "Try it? It's for calcium supplement."

"Fuck you." Liu Zhiqiang swung his arm to hit the biscuit boy, but saw the young man's wrist shook slightly, and the biscuit fell accurately into his mouth.

The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen as if being hit by a battering ram. His 200-pound body flew backwards two meters in the air, and when he landed on his back, the broken beads from the gold chain rolled all over the ground.

Amid the shrieking sound of the van's sudden brakes, Lin Ruixue caught a glimpse of the tactical straps sticking out from the hem of Xiao Chao's sweatshirt, and suddenly understood why her husband always called this child a "human weapon."

Eight strong men pushed open the car door and rushed out. The sound of their leather shoes hitting the ground quickly approached where Liu Zhiqiang was.

The yellow-haired young man who led the group rushed to support Liu Zhiqiang who was curled up on the ground and asked, "Where are you hurt, Brother Gang?"

Several thugs formed a circle tacitly, glancing at the situation at the scene from the corner of their eyes.

Veins popped out on Liu Zhiqiang's forehead. He pressed his left hand tightly against his ribs and screamed through his teeth, "Fuck. The guy in the grey sweater. Kill him!"

Suddenly, the crisp sound of coins colliding was heard from the outskirts of the crowd.

Rose leaned against the lamp post and threw a 1993 peony-patterned steel coin into the air. The silver light drew an arc in the twilight. "Odd or even?"

"You've been very lucky lately."

Xiao Chao complained, but his eyes were fixed on Lin Ruixue and her daughter three meters away. When the coin fell back into Rose's palm, he shrugged helplessly: "Okay, you'll be the main attacker today."

This conversation, which was carried out without paying any attention to the people around, stunned the thugs.

The blue-haired thug subconsciously clenched his baton and spat on the ground: "Are you two psychos acting in a TV show here?"

Rose moved her knuckles, making crisp sounds, and her black leather jacket tightened her muscle lines with the movement.

Only Xiao Chao noticed her defensive posture of retreating half a step - this position could not only block the opponent's attack path, but also protect the southeast direction where Lin Ruixue was at any time.

Neither side noticed that behind the banyan tree 20 meters away, Zhou Qi's telescope was reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun. He smiled into the headset and said, "Let Rose practice. Remember to record the video."

Lin Ruixue's hand holding Han Juan's was trembling slightly, and the circle formed by the crowd made their backs chill.

What made them even more dazed was the almost childish response of Rose and Xiao Chao - Rose, in her swaying red skirt, was drawing squares on the ground with the toes of her shoes, while the boy in sportswear actually took out a few glass beads from his trouser pocket.

"court death!"

A burly man with tattoos jumped out from behind Liu Zhiqiang, and his fist as big as a casserole made a sound like wind and hit Xiao Chao on the back of the head.

The young man suddenly dodged to the side, and his right leg whipped up from bottom to top like a steel whip, accurately hitting the opponent's abdomen. His 200-jin body flew backwards three meters, knocking his two accomplices over and rolling into a ball.

The crowd gasped. The other thugs froze in place, watching the boy carelessly shake off the dust on his shoes. They gestured to Rose to pause, "You used 70% less force just now, so it doesn't count as a foul, right?"

The screeching sound of brakes cut through the noise.

The dark-colored official vehicle was parked across the intersection, and the red-letter license plate on a white background made the faces of several thugs suddenly change.

The moment the car door opened, Liu Zhiqiang's pupils constricted - this man who should have been down and out was actually wearing a neat executive jacket, and the coldness in his eyes was even colder than he remembered.

Zhou Qi passed by the thug lying on the ground, and only when his fingertips touched his wife's cold hand did he relax his brows: "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"It's us."

Lin Ruixue grabbed his sleeve, wanting to say something but hesitant, but she understood the look in her husband's eyes when he turned to Rose.

When the cold and beautiful woman opened her red lips and pointed at the crowd, Liu Zhiqiang suddenly realized that he had made a fatal misjudgment.

The blood-red setting sun cast a layer of dark gold on the parking lot. As Zhou Qi pushed through the crowd, his leather boots rolled over the broken glass, making a harsh squeaking sound.

Rose's nail-stained fingertips were pointing deep into the crowd. Seven or eight sturdy men stepped back like Moses parting the sea, revealing Liu Zhiqiang in the middle, whose suit was wrinkled beyond recognition.

Zhou Qi narrowed his eyes, his memory revolving around a vague node.

Was it the municipal tender three years ago? Or the building materials market bidding five years ago?

When he stepped forward, the thugs who were blocking his way stood against the wall as if they had been electrocuted, and even held their breath.

Xiao Chao's tactical boots followed diagonally behind with precise rhythm, as if measuring some invisible deterrence radius.

Liu Zhiqiang's back hit the BMW door, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed his saliva.