In a hand-to-hand fight, Yan Han fought one against two. At the beginning, he relied on his full stamina to gain some advantage.
But after a few minutes, the gap became obvious.
The two opponents cooperated, one person struck a palm from the front, Yan Han caught it with a fist, but the other person punched him in the abdomen from the side.
Ugh!
Song Xiang watched from behind with panic in his eyes. When Yan Han received the second blow, he rushed forward without hesitation.
"Don't hit him!"
She rushed forward and hugged Yan Han's body from behind as he was forced to retreat.
As the two people on the other side approached, she quickly turned around and stood in front of Yan Han.
Two sharp palm winds stopped at my ears, just a little bit short of them.
Yan Han quickly pulled her back and scolded her gently, "What are you doing here?"
Song Xiang gasped and was frightened. She turned around and kept standing in front of him. She looked at the two people in front of her and said: "He...he is just a quarrel. Don't hit him!"
As she said that, she glanced at the few people on the ground who were ready to get up and fight again.
When those people heard this, their hands softened and they almost fell back again.
What do you mean, don't hit him, keep hitting us?
Two chuckles came from Nan Che behind him.
Then, there was a cry of pain.
It was sent by Xiao Sheng.
Nan Che was behind her, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back hard.
Xiao Sheng's body softened and Nan Che threw him away with one hand.
This blow was too heavy and she didn't have the strength to get up again.
After struggling several times, I could only fall back.
Song Xiang let go of Yan Han and ran over quickly, trying to help her, but she stubbornly threw her away.
"Kid, let me tell you again, your father's death has nothing to do with me, you..."
"Stop pretending!"
Xiao Sheng turned over and lay heavily in the ditch, his eyes full of hatred, "I can't catch you this time, but I will catch you one day!"
Nan Che frowned and said, "Why are you so stubborn?"
On the ground, Xiao Sheng was panting heavily, and his eyes suddenly glanced at Song Xiang next to him.
"Xiao Sheng!" Yan Yanhan shouted.
Nan Che got closer and instinctively took action, kicking him over.
Song Xiang exclaimed, not expecting this sudden change.
She raised her hands to cover her face and heard a muffled groan, but it was not Xiao Sheng's voice.
He fell backwards and was hugged by Yan Yanhan who rushed towards him.
What's going on?
She let go of her hand and turned around to look.
Gong Shiheng didn't know where he appeared from, with his hands on both sides of Xiao Sheng's body, he received Nan Che's kick.
Xiao Sheng was also stunned, his pupils dilated.
Nan Che clicked his tongue lightly, with a gloomy look on his face, "Kid, if you have something to do with me, don't worry about it. Our little boy treats you as a friend."
Song Xiang looked at Xiao Sheng in confusion.
Snap.
There were drops of blood falling on Xiao Sheng's face, coming from the corner of Gong Shiheng's mouth.
She seemed to be stimulated, pushed Gong Shiheng away, pulled out the gun from her waist, and shot Nan Che.
thumping!
A bullet went ahead and knocked down her gun. It was the man in black behind her.
Nan Che's face sank, completely irritated. He glanced at the half rusty iron window next to him, grabbed it and threw it at her.
"No!" Song Xiang exclaimed.
Yan Han pulled her back.
Ugh!
Xiao Sheng was shocked, "Gong Shiheng..."
Song Xiang covered her mouth and watched Gong Shiheng struggle to block the attack, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
Nan Che breathed a sigh of relief, "Quite stubborn."
He raised his hand, thinking of hitting it again. Yan Han pulled Song Xiang behind him, and at the same time stood up and grabbed the hem of the iron window.
"Son-in-law, this kid just wanted to kidnap Guobao."