Chapter 531 Bloody Speeding Party

Chapter 531 Bloody Speeding Party

Zong Yue's pretty face was tense, her fists were clenched at her sides, she glared angrily at the opponent's unpacking, and she was about to charge forward.

In the noisy scene, just as she opened her legs, a clear and light tone came from the rear left, "Sister-in-law."

Zong Yue's expression changed, and he looked back, and saw the bodyguards opening a lane from the crowd, and Li Qiao and Su Moshi walked over side by side.

Today's Li Qiao is wearing the simplest white T-shirt and jeans. The hem of the T-shirt is tucked into the trousers. She has long, slender legs and a slender figure. She walks slowly on the dirty ground.

Almost two-thirds of the onlookers, including those speeding gangsters, were black men of five or three sizes.

With the inherent impression of Asian faces, seeing a thin Asian girl like Li Qiao, there was a burst of ear-piercing laughter.

Even though Su Moshi looked tall and straight, his height was not as good as the natural advantages of black people.

The speeding party twisted the gas pedal again, and yelled wantonly, "Asians are here to give money again."

The collision between nationalities is full of malice.

Li Qiao gave them a blank look, then walked up to Zong Yue, looked up and down, "Is there something wrong?"

Zong Yue shook his head, his eyes flushed with anger, "No, they robbed my bag, and all the documents are inside."

She needs her passport to go out and buy things, and most importantly, the bank card Li Jun gave her is also in that purse.

That was the first thing Li Jun offered her.

Seeing her furious expression, Li Qiao squinted at the biker, and pulled her lips, "I'll bring it back for you."

After all, she walked towards the opposite side without haste, and Su Moshi also followed.

Two bodyguards stood behind Zong Yue, apparently intending to protect her safety.

Then, Zong Yue clenched his fist and followed up, "Qiaoqiao, let's go together."

She dared to drag the car to follow, but she never thought of retreating.

In any case, her certificate and that card must be brought back.

Zong Yue walked to Li Qiao's side in two strides, and looked at her aggressively without any fear.

Li Qiao turned her head to look at her, with a smile flashing across her eyes, "The black man will leave it to you?"

Zong Yue took off the headband on her wrist, tied her shawl and hair into a ponytail in two or three strokes, and nodded with a sullen face, "Okay."

The sky gradually darkened, and scattered lights lit up all around.

Su Moshi didn't know when there were two more golden carving scalpels in his hand. He flipped the blades with his fingers, and handed one to Li Qiao casually, "Do you still use it?"

Li Qiao lowered her eyes, took it and turned it skillfully in her hand, "It hasn't been used for a long time, try it."

The speeding party on the opposite side: "??"

The surrounding crowd: "??"

Although I couldn't understand what they were saying, the gesture of the three of them walking side by side didn't seem to be begging for mercy.

The boss of the speeding party hung Zong Yue's leather bag on the handlebar, and his black skin was still shiny with oil.

He grinned, raised his hand and waved, and four younger brothers immediately got on their motorcycles and circled around Li Qiao and the three of them arrogantly in the square.

The people next to them are getting more and more excited. Asians are rich, which is a common perception in the slums.

If we snatch them all tonight, we will surely have a good meal for a long time.

As the two parties converged in the square, Zong Yue took the lead.

Her goal was very clear, and she went straight to the boss of the speeding party.

The other party was more than 1.9 meters tall, and he was very burly. Seeing Zong Yue rushing up, he swung his fist directly at her temple.

Having been at the bottom of society all year round, these people have acquired the ability to fight.

Li Qiao, on the other hand, was not in a hurry to make a move, and looked at Zong Yue with interest.

In the field of vision, her sister-in-law, who was originally furious, has adjusted her tactics and is very calm.

She dodged the black man's attack with a dodge, and kicked the opponent's knee with a strong force.

Zong Yue was born in the military, and his fighting skills are all downright tough.

There are no tricks, mainly attacking human weaknesses, such as slashing the throat with a hand knife, and kicking the crotch with a leg.

Whatever the means, it works.

The boss of the speeding party was kicked in the crotch, and for a moment he put his knees together and let out a howl. Many men at the scene clamped their legs subconsciously.

Seeing this, Li Qiao rubbed her forehead and couldn't help laughing.

At this time, seeing the boss being beaten, several other bikers also jumped off their motorcycles and rushed forward.

There is great power in numbers.

But Li Qiao and Su Moshi also joined the battle.

Three against eight, the battle situation can be described as fierce and chaotic.

But the two bodyguards didn't get Li Qiao's order, so they obediently stood on the spot with their hands behind their backs, like two statues.

Only three minutes later, the seven bikers were all beaten to the ground.

Li Qiao leaned sideways on the motorcycle, looked at the blood on her hands, pursed her lips in disgust, and threw the golden carving scalpel to Su Moshi.

The blood wasn't hers, it was a biker's nosebleed.

She only moved her hand, not the knife.

Li Qiao raised her eyelids to look at the front motorcycle, and her eyes fell on Zong Yue's handbag.

She raised her foot and walked over, then glanced at Zong Yue who was still fighting with the boss of the Speeding Party, and asked softly, "Sister-in-law, do you have a tissue in your pocket?"

Zong Yue raised her feet and kicked the black boss directly on the chin. She breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Li Qiao, "Yes, there are also wet wipes. You can find them yourself."

"oh."

Li Qiao found a wet tissue in her bag, maybe she was tired from fighting, so she rode on the motorcycle with her slender legs propped on the ground, tore open the package and began to wipe her hands carefully.

Su Moshi also came over, took another wet wipe, and wiped the scalpel seriously.

The onlookers had already dispersed spontaneously, for fear of harming their group of impoverished pond fish.

Some people secretly sighed, "Asian people are so good at fighting?"

"Who knows, but I heard that people in their country know kung fu."

So, when Shang Yu's four Bentley motorcade and Feng Yi's Earl motorcade arrived at the slum square from another road, they saw such a scene.

Li Qiao was wiping her hands while sitting on a motorcycle, while Su Moshi was leaning on the motorcycle and wiping the scalpel, and beside the two of them lay a speeding gangster covering his belly and howling.

As for Zong Yue, he continued to torment the black boss bloody, throwing shoulder throws and left uppercuts, beating him so selflessly.

Feng Yi got out of the car, holding the car door with one hand, the expression on his face was hard to describe.

He winked at his deputy, who immediately led the Earl's Cavaliers to clean up the scene.

And Shang Yu strode out from the carriage, the night above his head happened to swallow the last ray of light in the sky.

The tall and straight figure of the man walked on the square, making the world a bit cramped and stuffy.

He walked steadily to the front of the motorcycle, his eyes scanned Li Qiao's body, caught the blood on the wet wipes, his pupils constricted suddenly, "Are you 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."

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