Boss, She is Unparalleled

   Chapter 51 Acquittal (1)

   The feeling of falling suddenly disappeared, followed by a severe pain in the head.

   "Hahaha, Brother Hong, look this kid is dying."

   "Hey, boy, are you with Laozi?"

   "It's needless to say, I must have followed, Brother Hong is so good!"

  “…”

   Jiang Yu tried to open his eyes and found that his eyes were blurred, Lao Tzu became blind? !

  […] The host’s ideological span is a bit large.

  The harsh male voice and laughter echoed in his ears, Jiang Yu raised his hand and touched his head, blood on his hand.

very good.

   Lao Tzu is bleeding.

   is a bit irritable and wants to hit people.

   He glanced around and was surrounded by a group of men in gray shirts. They were... ugly and disgusting. Their gazes fell on Jiang Yu, which made people uncomfortable.

   "Hey, boy, Brother Hong is talking to you, didn't you hear me?" A bald man saw Jiang Yu motionless and was about to step forward to push her.

   Seeing the bald man, a wave of hatred struck his heart, Jiang Yu's face was as steady as an old dog, and he was panicked.

   [Host, this is the undissipated emotion of the original owner. 】The demon spirit reminds you in time.

   Hate?

  Jiang Yu stood up on the ground, it would be easy, just beat him up!

  Jiang Yu grabbed the bald man's outstretched paw and smashed him directly to the ground with a shoulder throw, his knees pressed against the bald man's back waist, and pressed his head to the ground.

   Damn it, 80% of the wounds on Lao Tzu's head have something to do with this shit, let's kill him first!

The bald man was forced to press his head, and hit the hard ground with heavier hits. After a few hits, there was blood on his forehead. However, the force against his lower back was too strong, and he couldn't resist at all, so he could only be pressed by Jiang Yu. Rub on the ground.

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   Originally circled in a circle, and the men who were gearing up were stunned by Jiang Yu's sturdy behavior.

Just a few minutes ago, this kid was crying and telling them to stay away from her. Why is she now like Tama has changed into a person, with blood on her face, and beating people with a calm look, not to mention anything else, just watching A bald man with blood all over his face is scary enough.

   In the roar of the demon spirit, Jiang Yu held back his hands a little, and kicked the bald man to the ground. The bald man was already unconscious and fell directly to the ground, not knowing if he was still alive.

  Jiang Yu swept around the crowd, his slender figure seemed weak among the group of big men, and his voice was extremely cold, "Who do you want me to be with?"

   "Hong... Brother Hong..." Seeing Jiang Yu's fierce side before, the man glanced at Brother Hong, as if asking for his opinion.

"I'm afraid, there are so many of us, but we still can't beat a kid?" The man called Brother Hong said gruffly, his malicious eyes swept up and down Jiang Yu's body, and stuck out his tongue to lick it. Dark purple lips, "I'll leave it to you when I've used it."

  Jiang Yu glanced at the guy named Hong, and looked away at one glance, looking up at the sky, good, so ugly.

   Spicy eyes.

   Lao Tzu is not very happy, forgive me for being a handsome dog.

   Hearing that Brother Hong said that he would give this newcomer to them, the men were all excited. Looking at Jiang Yu's delicate eyebrows and slender figure, they couldn't help breathing heavily.

   In this place, there is not even a single female mosquito. Those who are good-looking and thin are unlucky.

  Thinking, the men took a step forward and walked towards Jiang Yu.

   "Boy, don't think you can do it with a little bit of three-legged cat kung fu. I advise you to be good and don't ask for trouble."

   Asking for trouble?

  Jiang Yu rubbed the ring on his tail finger, his eyes narrowed slightly, I like to make you cry and call Dad.

   Brother Hong stood outside the encirclement, smiling, his face was shaking, "Boy, as long as you take it easy, I'll let them come back."

   Jiang Yu touched his chin, and there was blood on his hand again, "..." This is the rhythm of dying with blood.

   "Singles?"

   "Or a gang fight?"

   (end of this chapter)