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Chapter 17 Side Kick
After they all left, Yan Qingqing was still sitting there.

She didn't know why she believed in Chen Si just now.

One hit four.

She actually felt that he must be fine.

And she didn't even try to stop them.

This is wrong, especially wrong.

It's all Chen Si's fault, the coquettish operation just now made her lose her ability to think.

No.

She picked up her bag and walked into the alley where Shen Si went just now.

As soon as they approached, they heard their voices.

"Without the Shen family, you're just a fucking little boy."

It was the voice of the leader just now.

Two seconds later—

A scream was heard from the alley.

Yan frowned slightly, couldn't hold back, and walked out from the corner.

I saw Shen Si punching the man in the stomach.

"Shen Si, you motherless child"

"boom!"

Another punch.

The man fell to the ground, curled up in pain.

For a moment, his and Yan Qing's eyes met.

He tried his best to open his eyes to recognize it, and then screamed: "Grab that woman!"

The three people who surrounded Shen Si and confronted him suddenly looked in her direction.

Yan Weiwei felt like he was being targeted.

Shen Si and her looked at each other.

She could feel his shock.

Then the next second, his eyes were full of cruelty.

It's like being caged for too long and finally getting a chance to escape.

Yan Qingqing has never seen such Shen Si.

Or it has never appeared in front of her.

The two people, one on the left and one on the right, were directly overturned by him.

His moves are unpretentious and unpretentious, not sloppy at all, let alone procrastinated.

As long as you can defeat the enemy in the shortest time, you can use any method.

This is Shen Si's style of play.

The three people who fell on the ground wailed rhythmically.

Although Shen Si is usually ruthless, he is not so desperate. It seems that the little girl is very important to him.

The only gangster who was still standing couldn't care less.

Seeing Shen Si's desperate attitude, if he can't escape today, he will die if he falls into his hands.

He took out a pocket knife from his pocket and rushed towards Yan gently.

Yan Weiwei saw Shen Si's expression change suddenly.

"Fuck." He cursed in a low voice, and ran towards her quickly.

He went around from the back of the little bastard to the side, kicked him in the air, and made a muffled sound.

The little bastard bumped into the wall beside Yan Qingqing, and slid down softly.

Yan gently raised the tone and slowly let it go.

A soreness came from her limbs.

In the blink of an eye, the little gangster sitting on the ground suddenly raised his hand, and a cold light flashed.

Yan Weiwei felt that he could smell the rust on the knife.

The air became dry and hot in an instant, and an unknown hormone began to surge in her stomach, which suddenly spread from the stomach to the whole body.

How would it feel if that knife rested on her neck?Will it be cold?
Would it hurt if it didn't enter her body?

For a moment, she thought a lot.

Thinking of parents, grandparents, and seriousness.

Well. Seriously.

Although I don't believe you, I still believe in grandpa.

she thinks.

This moment overlapped with a certain afternoon when she was a child. She stood still, raised her leg, rolled her hips, and kicked sideways.

Grandpa said that the strength of the waist has been strengthened, and the moves are very beautiful, but it is easy to hurt people too much, so you must learn to restrain your strength.

You have to learn to defuse your anger, Grandpa said.

But when she heard the little bastard's wrist bone click, she suddenly felt that she hadn't let out her hostility for many years, and felt a little wronged by them.

She slowly lowered her high raised side kick and took a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)