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Chapter 6877 protect the little vixen (3)

Rong Jincheng was caught off guard and held the knife tightly.

Men also have knives. He drew his own dagger from his waist and stabbed Rong Jincheng.

Rong Jincheng ducked away.

The third child also hurriedly grabbed the man's knife. The narrow chess and card room was filled with the sound of fighting. Teacups, cards, and dice were scattered everywhere!

The remaining players who were playing cards ran away long ago because the situation in the world was not good, and two groups of people waved the daggers in their hands.

"How dare you go against me?" Rong Jincheng's face turned livid. This was not the first time he had fought. When faced with such a tough guy who refused to pay back the debt, he could only resort to fighting.

He happened to not have had a fight for many days, so it would be a good idea to teach this kind of person a lesson.

When a debt is collected, he can get a lot of commission.

Rong Jincheng swung his fist and hit the man in the eye. The fat man's eyes immediately became swollen.

"If I don't beat you up, you probably don't know how powerful I am." Rong Jincheng punched you again, "I will let you fight, let you fight with me!"

The man ducked over, his eye was injured, and the dagger in his hand began to have no eyes, and he swung it at Rong Jincheng randomly, very fast!

One knife, another knife!

At first Rong Jincheng was able to hide, but later he realized that this man was crazy.

The narrow chess and card room was full of sounds of fighting.

The chairs were kicked over, the tables were crooked, and the dust on the floor was stirred up and floated under the light.

The man became anxious and slashed at Rong Jincheng with his knife. Rong Jincheng didn't block it and a cut was made on his arm, which was instantly dripping with blood.

The third child lifted the chair from the ground and threw it at him, knocking the fat middle-aged man unconscious.

Rong Jincheng covered the wound: "Hurry and bandage it for me."

"Hey." The third child brought a spare medical kit, "I thought you were going to die!"

"There is no other way. You have to work hard to get things done with money."

The third child took out gauze and styptic medicine to bandage his wound. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and it was nothing serious.

The dark room smelled of blood.

"Third brother, I'll leave it to you. Carry this man back and hand him over to the bar owner. There's nothing else."

"Okay, I know."

Rong Jincheng had nothing to lose. He had experienced this kind of petty quarrels before.

He remembered the most violent incident in the past. He was stabbed several times on the back, which forced him to go to the hospital. The loss outweighed the gain and cost him a lot of medical expenses.

Later, when he gained experience, he got much better. Injuries were inevitable, but not serious ones.

None of these people thought about finding any serious jobs, nor did they want to return to China, because most of them were orphans, without parents or relatives, so they would be better off living abroad than returning to China.

After leaving the chess and card room, the stars were shining brightly outside.

Although he had just had a fight, Rong Jincheng was in a good mood, but his eyes were a little dim when he looked up at the starry sky.

The ground is filled with stars.

Under the moonlight, the night wind blew the branches of the trees on the roadside, and a few leaves slowly fell along the tips.

He remembered that he often had fights with people when he was a child, and it was nothing serious. It was just a group of children who bullied him, gossiping, saying that he had no father and that he was a wild child.

Later, her mother's mental state was not very good, and some children threw stones at her. They threw stones and ran away with a smile: "Idiot, idiot, look at you idiot."

If he hears it just once, he will beat up those village kids.
Chapter completed!
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