Outright Favoritism Chapter 531: : Bloody Speeding Party
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Zong Yue's pretty face was tight, her hands clenched fists down to her side, glaring at the opponent's unpacking action, and she was about to rush forward.
In the noisy scene, she just opened her legs, and a clear and indifferent tone came from the rear left, "Sister-in-law."
Zong Yue's expression changed and he looked back, and saw that the bodyguard pulled a path from the crowd, and Li Qiao and Su Moshi walked side by side.
Today's Li Qiao, wearing the simplest white T-shirt and jeans, with the hem of the T-shirt tucked into his pants, with long straight legs and a slender figure, walking slowly on the dirty ground.
Almost two-thirds of the people who watched the scene, including those of the Speed
The inherent impression of Asian faces, when seeing a thin Asian girl like Li Qiao, there was a harsh ridicule.
Even though Su Moshi looks quite tall, his height is not as high as the natural advantage of blacks.
The Speed Party twisted the accelerator again and clamored presumptuously, "Asian people are coming to give money again."
The collision between nationalities is full of malice.
Li Qiao gave them a stare blankly, then walked to Zong Yue and looked up and down, "Is there anything wrong?"
Zong Yue shook her head, her eyes flushed with anger, "No, they robbed my bag, and the documents are in it."
She uses her passport to buy things out of the street. The most important thing is that the bank card Li Jun gave her is also in that purse.
That was the first thing Li Jun offered to her.
Li Qiao looked at her furiously, squinted at the speeding party, pulling her lips, "I'll get it back for you."
After that, she didn't rush to the other side, and Su Moshi also followed.
The two bodyguards stood behind Zong Yue, apparently intending to protect her safety.
Then Zong Yue clenched a fist and stepped to follow, "Qiao Qiao, together."
She dared to drag and follow her, but she never thought of shrinking from it.
No matter what, her ID and that card must be brought back.
Zong Yue walked to Li Qiao's side with two steps, and looked at each other fiercely, without any fear.
Li Qiao turned her head to look at her, with a smile across her eyes, "Is that black man leave it to you?"
Zong Yue took off the headband on his wrist, tied his shawl and hair into a ponytail in threes or twos, and nodded calmly, "Okay."
The sky gradually dimmed, and there were sporadic lights around.
Su Moshi had two more golden scalpels in his hand. He turned his finger over the face of the knife and handed it to Li Qiao. "Will I still use it?"
Li Qiao looked down and turned around skillfully when she received her hand, "It's been a long time, let's try."
The speeding party on the opposite side: "??"
People around: "??"
Although I don't understand what they are talking about, the attitude of the three people walking side by side in this way does not seem to be begging for mercy.
The boss of the Speeding Car Party hung Zong Yue's leather bag on the handlebar, and his black skin was still greasy.
He grinned, raised his hand and waved, four younger brothers immediately rode on their motorcycles, and arrogantly circled Li Qiao and three in the square.
The people nearby are getting more and more excited. Asians are rich. This is a common perception in the slums.
If you **** them all tonight, you will be able to eat for a while.
As the two parties converged in the square, Zong Yue took the lead.
Her goal is very clear, and she went straight to the boss of the Speeding Party.
The opponent is over 1.9 meters tall and has a very burly physique. Seeing Zong Yue rushing up, he hit her temple directly and punched out his fist.
Having been at the bottom of society all the year round, these people have developed the ability to fight.
But Li Qiao didn't rush to make a move, and looked at Zong Yue with interest.
In the field of vision, her sister-in-law, who was originally angry and attacking, has adjusted her tactics and is very calm.
She dodged the attack of the black man, and took advantage of the momentum to kick her leg back on the opponent's knee, with a lot of force.
Zong Yue was born in the army, and his fighting skills are really tough.
No tricks, the main attack is on human weakness, such as slashing the throat with a hand knife and kicking the crotch with the leg up.
No matter what the method is, it just works.
The boss of the Speeding Party was kicked in his crotch, and his knees were brought together to let out a cry to the sky. Many men at the scene subconsciously clamped their legs.
When Li Qiao saw this, she rubbed her forehead and couldn't help but laugh.
At this time, seeing the boss being beaten, several other speeding parties jumped off their motorcycles and swarmed on.
Many people are powerful.
But Li Qiao and Su Moshi also joined the battle.
Three vs. eight, the battle was fierce and chaotic.
The two bodyguards didn't get Li Qiao's instructions, so they cleverly stood on the spot with their hands, like two statues.
Three minutes later, all seven speeding parties were beaten up.
Li Qiao leaned on the motorcycle, looked at the blood stains on her hand, and pressed her lips in disgust, raising her hand and threw the golden eagle scalpel to Su Moshi.
The blood is not hers, it's the nosebleed of a speeding party.
She only moved her hand just now, not the knife.
Li Qiao raised her eyes and looked at the motorcycle in front, her eyes falling on Zong Yue's handbag.
She lifted her foot and walked over, then glanced at Zong Yue who was still fighting with the speeding party boss, and asked quietly: "Sister-in-law, is there a tissue in my pocket?"
Zong Yue raised her foot with a horse, and the sole of her shoe kicked directly on the chin of the black boss. She took a sigh of relief and nodded towards Li Qiao, "Yes, there are also wet wipes, you can find it yourself."
"Oh."
Li Qiao pulled out a wet tissue in her bag. She might have been tired from fighting. She took the opportunity to ride on the motorcycle with her slender legs propped on the ground. She tore off the package and began to wipe her hands carefully.
Su Moshi also came over, took another wet wipe, and wiped the scalpel very seriously.
The people on the sidelines have spontaneously scattered out, for fear that they will harm their poor group of pond fish.
Someone sighed in secret, "Can Asians fight like this?"
"Who knows, but I heard that people in their country know how to use kung fu."
So when Shang Yu's four Bentley motorcades and Feng Yi's Earl motorcade arrived at the slum square from another road, they saw this scene.
Li Qiao was sitting on the motorcycle and wiping her hands, Su Moshi leaned on the motorcycle and was wiping the scalpel.
As for Zong Yue, he continued to abuse the black boss, smashing his shoulders, and hitting his left uppercut very ecstatically.
Feng Yi got out of the car and leaned on the door with one hand. The expression on his face was hard to describe.
He winked at the deputy, who immediately brought the earl’s Cavaliers forward to clear the scene.
And Shang Yu strode out of the carriage, and the night above his head just swallowed the last glimmer of light on the horizon.
The tall and tall man walking on the square made the world become a little suffocating.
He walked steadily to the motorcycle, scanned Li Qiao's body, caught the blood on the wet wipes, his pupils suddenly tightened, "Injured?"
Li Qiao looked up at him, spread her fingers in front of the man, raised her lips and smiled, "No, it's not me."