As the hemp rope was loosened, Jia Huan turned over and jumped off the table, and looked at the man in a suit and smiled sweetly.

Suddenly, a cold ray of ice covered Jia Huan's neck, and the cold air emitted from the dagger shocked her in place like an electric current. The bald head grabbed Jia Huan's long hair scattered behind her head, holding the dagger firmly against her neck with one hand, and his eyes were filled with fierce light:

"You're a little more tender when you play with me. Throw the gun over, or kill her!" As he said that, he tightened the dagger again.

Jia Huan held his breath and looked at the only man in front of him who could save him helplessly. Although he was quick to fist, the bald man now had a dagger in his hand. If he lost the gun, he might not even be able to protect himself. Will he save himself?

Si Boning stood there motionless, turning a deaf ear to the bald man's words, and his cold eyes locked him hard like a sharp sword.

The bald man was sweating as he saw him, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his voice was trembling: "Hurry up, throw the gun quickly. Otherwise, I will really kill her!"

Si Boning's eyes moved down, and he saw that the dirty clothes and pants of Xiaojia were also worn out, but his bright eyes were charming, with brave and firm eyes. What did this girl experience? She was still in danger at a young age, and even made people feel like she had experienced many vicissitudes of life?

The bald man nervously pinched the dagger tighter and tighter. The sharp blade penetrated into the house and her tender and delicate skin. A bright red gurgled out, condensed into a full drop of blood along the blade and was shaking.

Si Boning felt ache in his heart, and he stretched out his hand without hesitation. He hit the ground with two "clicks" sounds, but the magazine was secretly held in the palm of his hand.

When the bald man saw Si Boning throwing his gun, he was proud and arrogant:

"Block my wealth, I think you are tired of living!" After saying that, he sneered and pushed Jiahuan to the side, and rushed towards Si Baining with a dagger. Jiahuan seemed to be thrown to the wall like a melon peel that had been eaten, but he was impartially thrown on the machete that had just been released by the bald head.

Seeing the bald head rushing forward, Si Baining flashed his eyes and raised his hand to throw the magazine over. The bald head ran halfway and heard a whoosh. A black thing hit the head, hitting his forehead. There was a loud bang in his ear, and the bald head turned black and fell to the ground and fainted.

Jiahuan heard someone falling down and thought the man who saved her was injured, so she hurriedly grabbed the machete and got up from the ground. When she turned around, she saw that her bald head was lying on the ground with her forehead caressed.

Si Boning picked up a hemp rope casually, tied the bald head and hands tightly in a few seconds, looked around and found that the perverted old man had disappeared.

Jiahuan walked to Si Baining and handed him the heavy machete. Si Baining took the knife and picked up Jiahuan in the waist. Jiahuan was shocked, and then he behavedly into Si Baining's arms, as timid and gentle as a stray cat who had found a home.

Si Boning looked about twenty years old, with a strong and upright figure, and his sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes were faintly showing a firmness and coldness that was inconsistent with his age. He gently weighed his bent arms, and felt that Jiahua was as light as nothing in his arms, and was so thin that it made people feel distressed.

Jia Huan's pure cotton floral shirt was dirty and torn, with a large mouth cracked around her waist. Her slender waist was extremely pink and white, but there was a black red snake-shaped mark on her waist, which was terrifying and eye-catching.

Si Baining frowned, and then looked at Xiao Jiahuan's eyebrows and eyes as if she was picturesque. Her skin without dust on her ears was also white. She was indeed a small beauty. She felt that Jiahuan was trembling in her arms, Si Baining said gently:

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you away!"

Jiahuan curled up in his arms and nodded, slowly raised his eyes, his bright pupils were filled with trust and hope. Si Baining looked at her and smiled. At this time, a sudden noise came from the alley, and the gate of the courtyard was kicked open with a "slam".

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Jiahuan was frightened by the cold sound. Si Baining patted her back as comfortedly, and a trace of cruelty passed through her eyes.

It turned out that the second master sneaked away the reinforcements he had found while the bald man was fighting with Si Baining. At this time, the perverted old man of the second master was hiding behind the talking scar man. There were three equally burly men standing next to him, full of flesh on his face and licking blood at the edge of the knife.

Si Boning glanced at the five people who blocked the gate of the courtyard with disdain, raised and thrust his right leg, and the bald head who fainted on the ground was stabbed firmly.

The bald man woke up with a few screams. Seeing Si Boning's black shadow pressing against him like a mountain, he was so scared that he called for help:

"Boss~ He has a gun, Boss, save me..."

Scar's face and the three strong men trembled significantly, but they still pretended to be calm and stared at Si Baining. The second master pulled the corner of Scar's clothes and whispered something with his ears.

After hearing this, Scarface cursed at the bald man, "Courage!" and then said to Si Baining:

"Looking at you as a man, I won't make things difficult for you today. Leave this girl, you can go, and from now on, the bridge will return to the bridge and the road..."

"Puff, Master?" Si Boning twitched the corner of his mouth and broke the scar's words, held back his smile and took out a piece of paper from his arms: "What are you? It is the 'master'!"
Chapter completed!