"Let go of Iriya--!"

The closest Touki Tiger roared, and the thin female body used a huge force completely different from it, grabbing the red-haired boy's left hand.

The red-haired boy's right hand actually picked up the girl who had lost his parents in front of everyone and carried it on his shoulder.

After all, he was also a daughter of a gangster. Only at the order of Sister Teng, more than ten men in black quickly surrounded him, causing the red-haired boy to burst into laughter, with a slightly hoarse voice with a faint disdain.

“There are really many people…”

Before he finished speaking, the entangled Fujimura Okawa was thrown away by his left hand, and then he slapped it away with his palm. He carried the girl's shoulders and kicked her legs together, kicking the people around him cleanly and neatly. The speed was so fast that everyone could not react.

There were also several gang members rushing behind, hesitating and not daring to step forward. After taking a look at the young lady who was suffocated, they gritted their teeth, held up benches, mops and other props from around, and surrounded them again.

With a loud bang, the raised bench shattered under the blow of the boy, and with the rest of his might hit the gang member who was holding the bench. He staggered back with blood spitting back, and then the red-haired boy strode to catch up and grabbed his neck.

A look of fear just emerged from the faces of the gang members. He found that he had already flown up. His body of more than 70 kilograms was swung by the young young one hand, sweeping across the other gang members. Finally, when the young man let go of the big man and threw the man on several gang members, the other party had only breathing out and no breathing in.

"A bastard...!"

The boy crossed the tilted crowd in an open manner. Just as he was about to walk out of the door, Fujimura Okawa, who had finally woken up from the pain, let out an angry roar, and pulled out a bamboo knife from somewhere, rushed towards the boy, and swung it down with a fierce blow.

Before the bamboo knife fell, the blade fell into the boy's left hand. The young man smiled contemptuously and sent it with one hand. The handle of the knife hit the lower abdomen of Fujimura Dahe.

"Um..."

Donggi's tiger snorted in pain and could no longer stand still and slowly fell to the ground weakly in front of the boy. His angry eyes could not cause any harm to the boy.

"Miss..."

The loyal subordinates struggled to stand up, but they did not dare to act rashly before the boy's next move.

Even though he was injured, Fujimura Okawa refused to put down the bamboo knife in his hand. The boy sighed helplessly, kicked Daji's wrist accurately with his toes, making a crisp sound, and the girl's hand finally dropped due to dislocation.

The boy waved the bamboo knife with his left hand, and the handle of the knife carried Dahe's chin to push it away. He glanced at the enemies around him. The boy pursed his lips bloodthirsty.

"If you want to send me off, please come outside the door, and I will be very grateful!"

No one dared to step forward, and the handle of the bamboo knife was still shaking at the lady's neck. As long as you send it lightly, the consequences would be that no one could afford.

They crawled on the ground and watched the boy walk out of the gate. They then roared hysterically and got up, holding up any tools that could be used as weapons, rushed out of the gate, leaving a few people who knew what to do to help Miss Dahe up.
Chapter completed!