Gong Shiheng leaned against the wall, put his hand on his abdomen, and said with a painful expression, "In front."
Song Xiang responded repeatedly and pulled Yan Han forward.
The air was filled with stench, the light was cut off by the vents, and was erratic, making the atmosphere very eerie.
The sound of fighting gradually became louder, and the scene in front became clear.
Bang.
A figure was smashed into the puddle, and sewage splashed everywhere. She raised her hands, and blood was already rubbed out on her palms.
"Kid, without your previous friends, you really can't stand up to me. Do you want to admit defeat?"
Nan Che's back was facing the light source, her hair was blown by the wind coming from nowhere, the smile on her lips remained unchanged, but her eyes were filled with coldness and murderous intent.
He shook his hand, and the sewage and blood on his fingertips fell together, dripping on the dirty pipes beside him.
The blood is not his.
Not far away, there was another group of people.
There were a bunch of people lying on the ground. Some of them looked familiar. They were all Xiao Sheng's men and they were already struggling in pain.
The two men who took action were all dressed in black, and their attacks were very ruthless. They clamped one person's shoulders with one hand, pulled the person down with the backhand, and placed them horizontally in front of the body. Their knees pressed hard against the spine.
There was a clicking sound, which was very scary.
Song Xiang's eyes widened as she watched the man in black throw him away and said to Nan Che, "Boss, the lady is already waiting for us at the exit."
Nan Che shrugged and looked at Xiao Sheng, who was struggling to get up from the ground, "My daughter-in-law is here to pick me up. I won't bother with you for the time being."
He stepped back gracefully, glanced at Song Xiang, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Suddenly, Xiao Sheng slammed the ground, stood up, quickly entangled himself, and sternly ordered the fallen people.
"Get up!"
Her voice resounded through the passage, and the fallen person was infected, and he actually got up and continued to struggle with the two people.
Song Xiang watched from behind, feeling that this was suicide.
Impatience flashed across Nan Che's face, he caught her fist, and with a strong force, he smashed her against the wall.
Xiao Sheng had a strong vitality, so he grabbed his wrist with his backhand, holding a knife in his hand, and quickly stabbed him in the abdomen.
Song Xiang's eyes widened, "Be careful!"
Click!
Her worries were unnecessary. Xiao Sheng's knife had no room to penetrate. Nan Che's strength and speed almost exceeded human limits, and she broke Xiao Sheng's wrist with just one force.
When Song Xiang heard this, it felt more like his bones were broken.
Xiao Sheng didn't scream or even hesitate. The moment Nan Che shook her off, he turned over and punched Nan Che again, hitting Nan Che's cheekbone.
Nan Che clicked his tongue, showing displeasure, "Hit someone without slapping someone in the face, kid, you are very unruly."
ah--
Two screams came from the multi-person battle circle behind.
Song Xiang looked over and saw that the picture was a bit bloody.
If the fight continues, I'm afraid those people will lose their lives.
Her eyes widened and she had no idea. Yan Han had already walked away from her.
"Severe cold!"
"Back off!"
Song Xiang nodded, symbolically taking a step back.
Yan Han ran forward and kicked the man in black in the chest, forcing him to let go of the man in his palm.
The other party didn't expect him to take action and seemed a little hesitant. But when he saw him taking the initiative to attack, his eyes flashed and he asked, "Boss, can you touch him?"
"Just don't let my sweet baby become a widow!"
"clear!"
Song Xiang's eyes widened, knowing that the other party was serious about it.
Yan Han took action because he didn't want to see those people really die, so he punched quickly and carefully. Only one person from the opponent made a move, and they were all hit with heavy punches. He turned his head to avoid it and quickly dodged.
The people who were idle behind saw that something was wrong and stepped forward.