"Then when I fight with them later, you can stay far away. Don't worry, even if I get hurt a little, I won't die. The Black Tiger Gang is just a bunch of people."

Zhang Xiaoyue looks very confident in her kung fu.

Then she glanced at Ye Mo and said: "If there is any danger later, run to me and I will protect you."

Hearing what Zhang Xiaoyue said, Ye Mo laughed dumbly. When did he fall to the point of letting a little girl protect him?

However, looking at Zhang Xiaoyue's serious look, Ye Mo still nodded cooperatively.

Zhang Xiaoyue saw that Ye Mo had no weapons in his hands, so he simply pulled out a dagger from his waist and threw it over.

And he himself had already prepared a machete, which looked rough and fierce and completely inconsistent with her slender figure.

Ye Mo looked at the dagger in his hand and became even more speechless. When did he need to use weapons to kill people?

The two walked along the slums, turned a corner, and came to a large courtyard. In front of the courtyard stood a statue of a black tiger. However, this statue looked a bit rough and was made by hand, unlike some exquisite sculptures.

Incomparable.

But the Black Tiger Gang managed to create their own totem, so Snow Eagle Hui was so poor that he could only use a piece of cloth to draw an eagle, and the drawing looked like a grass chicken.

A group of people were gearing up in the compound of the Black Tiger Gang. When they saw Zhang Xiaoyue walking in with a knife to cause trouble, several young people came and were excited to try.

They had never seen Zhang Xiaoyue, nor did they know her. They had no idea that Zhang Xiaoyue was here to seek revenge. They were unprepared and were hit by the machete in Zhang Xiaoyue's hand. Suddenly, the whole yard was filled with screams.

One young man's arm was chopped off directly by Zhang Xiaoyue, and the other young man was even more unlucky, with all five fingers cut off.

Although the remaining two ran fast, Zhang Xiaoyue chased them and slashed them twice on the back of their heads.

Ye Mo didn't expect that Zhang Xiaoyue, a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, looked like Wen Wen Jingjing didn't expect to be so ruthless. It seemed that she was really ruthless to avenge her father.

As soon as Zhang Xiaoyue took action, the Black Tiger Gang suffered heavy losses. Dozens of gang members rushed out of the tent and surrounded Zhang Xiaoyue and Ye Mo.

However, these people did not dare to take action. After all, someone had suffered a big loss from Zhang Xiaoyue before.

"Who are you? Why did you come to our Black Tiger Gang to cause trouble and kill people? Don't even think about leaving today." A man who looked like a leader stood up.

"The man who sells noodles in Xijiekou is my father. His name is Zhang Laoba. You killed him, right? My aunt is here to seek revenge today. Your life is not enough to pay for my father's life. Even ten lives are not enough."

Zhang Xiaoyue carried the machete on her shoulder and stared coldly at a group of people from the Black Tiger Gang.

A group of people from the Black Tiger Gang were dumbfounded when they heard what Zhang Xiaoyue said. They had never thought that Zhang Laoba had such a beautiful daughter!

The most important thing is that although this daughter is beautiful, her style is in sharp contrast with her appearance. Not to mention carrying a rough machete in her hand, she is also ruthless and can kill people with one strike.

"We have something to discuss. Your father is dead and there is no resurrection. Why don't we just compensate you a little money? If not, you can come to our Black Tiger Gang and let you be a protector." The little boss came up with an idea to delay the attack.
Chapter completed!