Chapter 531: Bloody Speeding Party

Chapter 531 Bloody Speeding Party
Zong Yue's pretty face was tense, her hands clenched fists down to her side, glaring at the other party's unpacking action, and she was about to rush forward.
In the noisy scene, just as she stepped away from her legs, 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 onlookers at the scene, including those of the Speeding Car Party, were the top five blacks.
The inherent impression of Asian faces, seeing a thin Asian girl like Li Qiao, suddenly aroused a harsh ridicule.
Even though Su Moshi seemed to be tall and straight, his height was not as high as the natural advantage of blacks.
The Speeding Party twisted the accelerator again and clamored presumptuously, "Asian people are here to give money again."
The collision between nationalities is full of malice.
Li Qiao gave them a stare blankly, then walked up 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 all inside."
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 the purse.
That was the first thing Li Jun took the initiative to give her.
Li Qiao looked at her furiously, squinted at the speeding party, pulling her lips, "I'll get it back for you."
After all, she walked to the opposite side without any haste, 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, "Qiaoqiao, together."
She dared to drag and follow her, but she never thought of shrinking back.
In any case, her ID and that card must be taken back.
The two Zong Yue stepped to Li Qiao's side, and looked at each other fiercely, without any fear.
Li Qiao tilted her head to look at her, with a smile across her eyes, "Is that black man hand it to you?"
Zong Yue took off the headband from his wrist, tied his shawl and hair into a ponytail in twos or twos, and nodded calmly, "Okay."
The sky gradually dimmed, and there were scattered 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, then turned her hand skillfully, "It's been useless for a long time, let's try."
The speeding party on the opposite side: "??"
The crowd around: "???"
Although I didn't understand what they were talking about, the attitude of the three people walking side by side in this way did not seem to be begging for mercy.
The boss of the Speed ​​Car party hung Zong Yue's leather bag on the handlebar, and his black skin was still shiny.
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, which is a common perception in the slums.
If you them all tonight, you will be able to eat 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 speeding party boss.
The opponent is over 1.9 meters tall and has a very burly physique. Seeing Zong Yue rushing up, he directly hit her temple and threw a fist.
They have been at the bottom of society all the year round, and these people have developed their fighting skills.
But Li Qiao didn't rush to 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 and deceived.
She dodged the attack of the black man, and took advantage of the momentum to kick her leg back on the opponent's knee, not weak.
Zong Yue was born in the army, and his fighting skills are really tough.
No tricks, focusing 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 will work.
The boss of the Speeding Party was kicked in his crotch, and for a moment his knees were brought together and wailed. Many men on the scene subconsciously clamped their legs.
Seeing this, Li Qiao 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 against eight, the battle was fierce and chaotic.
And the two bodyguards didn't get Li Qiao's instructions, so they cleverly stood with their hands on the spot, like two statues.
Only three minutes later, the seven speeding parties were all beaten up.
Li Qiao leaned on the motorcycle, looked at the blood stained 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 is the nosebleed of a speeding party.
She just moved her hand, not the knife.
Li Qiao raised his eyelids and looked at the motorcycle in the front, 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 kicked the sole of the black boss 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 find yourself."
"Oh."
Li Qiao turned over 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 walked over, took another wet wipe, and wiped the scalpel very seriously.
The onlookers have spontaneously scattered out of their own accord, for fear that they will be harmed by 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 do it."
Therefore, 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 her 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.
Feng Yi got out of the car, holding 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 straight figure of the man walking on the square made the world become a little suffocating.
He walked calmly to the front of the motorcycle, scanned Li Qiao's body, caught the blood on the wet wipes, and his pupils suddenly tightened, "Injured?"
Li Qiao looked up at him, spread her fingers out in front of the man, raised her lips and smiled, "No, it's not me."
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(End of this chapter)