"Raw Melon Cowardice!"
The middle-aged man grinned when he saw the young man rushing towards him.
He remembered the beasts he had caught in the mountains.
Before resigning to his fate, he also had to frantically ram the cage door.
Generally, this time. Kick it a few times hard, and you'll be honest.
The middle-aged man stared at the young man who was rushing wildly, narrowing his eyes slightly, and a trace of essence flashed in his eyes.
Just as the boy was about to rush to him, the man moved.
"Smack!"
A stout right leg tore through the rain like a whip and kicked the boy hard.
The latter didn't snort before he was kicked sideways, hitting the wall next to him and tumbling into the darkness at the base of the wall.
"Phew!"
The middle-aged man twisted his neck, spit out the rain that had flowed into his mouth, and walked toward the young man's position step by step.
"Get your mother, have you used me as a punching bag?"
The man looked condescendingly at the boy curled up on the ground, and smiled and cursed a few swear words.
He crouched down and reached out to grab the boy.
But as soon as he reached over, a cold palm grabbed his wrist tightly.
"Still strong?"
The man was slightly stunned and subconsciously raised his empty left fist, about to smash it down.
At this moment, a terrifying force surged from the wrist.
The man didn't have time to react. "Click-"
He watched as his wrist was broken like a twig.
The entire palm of the hand was still tightly grasped by the other party, and the tendon fascia at the broken place pulled out a heart-rending pain under the flesh.
The other man jerked back.
The middle-aged man was dragged by pain and couldn't help leaning forward.
"Bang-"
It was as if something was slamming into his head, and he involuntarily leaned back again.
Then he was jacked up.
In the heavy rain, two figures clung to each other and rushed forward frantically.
At last. "Bang-"
slammed into the van at the back of the alley.
The body of the van shook violently, the car in front of it was slightly dented, and the lamp cover made a cracking sound.
Then everything calmed down.
Rain.
Rolling lightning in a black cloud.
The raincoat men holding sticks and watermelon knives stood stunned; everyone was caught off guard by what was happening in front of them.
"Black Black Brother!"
Someone reacted and shouted loudly.
A figure at the head of the silent car slowly stood up, turned around, and faced everyone.
Orange headlights shone from behind him, and the rain fell and melted into the shadows beneath his feet.
"Brother Black?"
The yellow-haired youth led by vigorously wiped a handful of water droplets from his face, grabbed the steel pipe, and carefully took two steps forward, trying to see the face of this figure clearly.
And the figure suddenly burst out in the next second.
The thunder that exploded in the night sky illuminated the figure.
It was a handsome face with pursed lips and a fierce expression with a little trembling.
"Grass!"
The yellow-haired young man was startled, and subconsciously shouted: "It's not black" "Bang-"
Before he finished a sentence, he was hit head-on, and the whole person was dragged and fell heavily into the crowd behind him.
The battle broke out again in an instant!
Both sides added to their strength all at once, and Woojin's body was like a beast that had been unleashed all of a sudden! The beast roared violently within him, controlling him as he rampaged.
He suddenly knocked into the yellow-haired youth who was in his way and rushed into the crowd savagely.
Woojin's hands were clenched into fists.
In his state of [Absolute Concentration], except for the sound of weapons whistling through the air in his ears, all the noise caused by the heavy rain seemed to be far away from him.
He could see the movements of everyone in front of him, the faces that were filled with expressions of shock, rage, fear, or ferocity.
With the momentum of the forward rush, he punched a young man in the face.
The latter was like a doll that was suddenly slapped on the head with a punch, and fell to the ground without saying a word.
Then he kicked another man with a watermelon knife in the chest! "Click-"
Woojin felt as if he had kicked something.
The man with the watermelon knife at his feet had already flown out upside down like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the pile of people behind.
That's when he was hit in the back.
He jerked his head back to see a man with a baseball bat looking at him fiercely.
But at the moment when he met his gaze, he couldn't help but shrink back. Woojin gritted his teeth and threw out a left hook.
The man didn't have time to raise his hand before he punched him and flew out sideways, crashing into a pile of debris in the corner by the wall.
At this time, the expressions of the remaining two people had become terrifying when they looked at him.
The Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably, and they began to cower and retreat.
A trace of anger flashed on Woojin's face, and he strode forward. Two minutes later.
The battle was completely over.
Woojin stood in the middle of a group of people lying on the ground, gasping for breath.
The rain fell on him, dousing the flame burning in his chest little by little.
He was completely soaked, but he didn't realize it.
Wait for the violently beating heart to slowly calm down.
He gradually regained his composure.
Woojin picked up a baseball bat from the ground and made sure everyone on the field couldn't stand up again by giving them a few good hits.
While making sure they can't get up, he also checked to see if any of these people had been accidentally hit by him.
After all, he had just made a big move, and several of them were rushing at him.
When he finished making sure they were down, he threw the baseball bat on the ground.
Seeing the yellow-haired young man at his feet who had just had his leg broken by him, looking at him was like seeing a ghost.
Woojin didn't care.
He didn't know when his heart had become so tough.
I guess it was when I was cornered before.
Woojin took out his mobile phone from his pocket and wiped the water stains on the mobile phone screen indiscriminately.
The screen lit up to show several missed calls from Mom and Dad.
Fortunately, it wasn't broken. Woojin breathed a sigh of relief and then called his mother back.
"Soon, right away."
After hanging up, he casually took the other party's mobile phone from a man in a raincoat who was moaning in pain on the ground and dialed the police.
After doing all this.
Woojin took two steps down the alley.
He saw a small door that was half-hidden, with a faint light.
He fumbled into his other pants pocket, felt the presence of the pink hairpin, hesitated, and then cautiously pushed the door in.
There was no one in the house.
There was only a red table of eight immortals in the empty house, the floor was covered with cigarette butts, and an old vertical electric fan was crunching and shaking its head next to it.
Woojin saw the black oilcloth bag thrown in the corner at a glance.
As if hearing the sound of his entry into the door, the bag "squirmed" down.
Woojin wiped the water droplets on his face and walked quickly toward the bag.
He crouched down in front of the bag and heard the sound of gradually rapid breathing coming from inside, took a deep breath, and quickly lifted the bag.
"Whoa-"
The moment the bag was opened, the person inside trembled violently as if they were frightened, but they didn't make any sound.
A pale little face soon met Woojin's eyes.
Woojin was stunned.
Lying in front of him was a skinny girl whose mouth had been taped shut.
The girl was still wearing a school uniform.
Blue and white, with the words Jiaoyan No. 1 embroidered on the chest.
Her eyes were large, and her chin was pointed.
Her grade was similar to Himari Yue's, and she wore the same style of hairpin.
She looks even more beautiful than Himari Yue.
Got it wrong? Only then did Woojin realize his misunderstanding.
"But I was kidnapped."
Woojin shook his head, put aside the irrelevant thoughts in his mind, and then tore the tape from the girl's mouth with his hands, and said to the girl: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you out."
The girl didn't speak, just looked at Woojin with a look of horror.
Woojin tried to pull the girl up, but she kept shrinking back.
He simply hugged her directly.
"Whoa-la-la-"
It was still raining heavily outside the house.
Woojin held a black oilcloth bag and ran quickly through the alley.
When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he jumped directly into the van blocking the alley and flipped over the roof.
When they got outside, Woojin ran under the eaves of a nearby shop.
Carefully put the person in your arms down.
The horror on his face subsided a lot when he lifted the oilcloth bag that covered it and saw the girl in the school uniform curled up in his arms like a cat.
It seems that he has realized that he has been rescued.
(End of chapter)