The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Hearing this, the leader of the gangsters sneered, You can't mess with it? Then I really want to know how it is that you can't mess with it.

Come on, teach her a lesson!

They were worried that Lou Yan didn't catch it, and they were so angry that they had nowhere to vent it.

Sang Jian slowly took out a palm-sized object from his lower back, held it in his hand and shook it vigorously, the object instantly became longer and became an iron rod.

A street at the northwest intersection, go back and find out who is the father here.

Dare to make trouble in my northwest district, it's true that I don't give me, Sang, some face.

The flames of war are imminent.

Hun Zitou hid behind and watched his younger brother four-on-one. What Sang Jian said made him sneer again.

I've been in the Northwest District for so long, and I haven't heard of anyone with the surname Sang that I can't afford to offend.

Then you're a little ignorant. Of course I haven't heard of it, because her body is not named Sang at all.

Sang Jian's figure was able to maneuver among the four of them with ease, and with a flick of the long stick in his hand, it hit the bastard's head with a slap.

If she remembered correctly, it was this person who sweared first.

Hold!

The bastard was slapped in the mouth, and he could no longer stand by and watch.

Grab the stick in your hand and join the battle.

…

Lou Yan, who was hiding behind the trash can, couldn't help stretching his head to take a look there.

At this time, it is the correct way to escape while taking advantage of the chaos. Although the woman saved him, she doesn't necessarily have any purpose.

But if he leaves now, he seems a little worried.

He didn't know why this woman suddenly ran out to fight with someone, obviously they were leaving just now.

How could she be a girl...

Lou Yan was full of thoughts, but when he saw the battle situation, he froze.

It was a one-sided massacre.

Sang Jian flicked the long stick in his hand, but no one loved him.

Slapping their mouths with sticks seems to have some grudge against their mouths.

The five gangsters were beaten with bruised noses and swollen faces, their mouths were full of blood, and some of their teeth were missing.

Lou Yan: ...

His worry is unnecessary, so should he go now?

While thinking about it, a cold light suddenly appeared.

Unknowingly, a bloody dagger came out of Hunzitou's hand, and he stabbed at Sang Jian suddenly.

Go to hell with me!

This dagger stabbed Lou Yan just before.

Lou Yan was stunned for a moment, and was about to remind him when he saw the iron rod in Sang Jian's hand was pressing on the arm of Hunzi's head.

In the next second, the iron rod was disconnected from the middle and turned into a nunchuck, connected with an iron chain in the middle. At the moment of disconnection, the iron chain wrapped around Hunzitou's arm.

Sang Jian grabbed both sides of the stick and pulled hard.

ah!!!

There was a click on the arm wrapped around the iron chain, and the bastard couldn't help screaming in pain, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

Friend, you made a foul.

As Sang Jian said, he kicked the dagger that fell on the ground and kicked it flying.

Immediately afterwards, she retracted the nunchaku, swung it hard, and hit the bastard on the head, knocking him out.

She didn't want to kill this group of people, why would they want others to die at every turn?

Seeing this, the other gangsters rushed towards her, feeling like they were desperately trying to find her.

However……

Three minutes later, four bloody men knelt on the ground begging for mercy, unable to even utter a complete sentence.

Big...big sister...forgive me, we were wrong...

Sang Jian withdrew his weapon and looked down at the gangsters, as if he was a big boss looking at ants.