There are many bars in a city, of various grades and prices, but there are differences between bars.
Like the bar street in Sanlitun, the people there are usually white-collar workers who are well-dressed during the day and go to vent their emotions at night. Therefore, it is called a paradise, but the bars here are full of people from all walks of life.
Yes, I have lived here for more than half a month. Late at night, I can always hear yelling, the collision of knives and sticks, and occasionally the gasping of men and the sound of women's sexual intercourse. Therefore, this place is called hell.
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Yan Murong has lived with the old man for more than ten years. He can disobey his parents, but he must listen to the old man. He knows that the old man will not harm him - in fact, he does not dare to disobey or disobey.
?If you don't obey, you will squat on a horse, light three sticks of incense under your buttocks, and put a bluestone on top of your head.
The old man said that this was for his own good - as the saying goes, practicing one breath internally and exercising the muscles, bones and skin externally, this was training his muscles, bones and skin.
However, Yan Murong once suspected that the old man was looking for opportunities to torture him.
Lying on the window, watching the three gangsters approaching the woman, he had no idea of going up to help.
To save or not to save? That is the question.
Heroes who save beauties often have two endings: either they are regarded as accomplices by the beauties, or they are promised by the beauties.
Obviously, with Yan Murong's current appearance, it is difficult to be regarded as an accomplice of gangsters, but the second ending is often more terrifying - Yan Murong does not want to save people and get into trouble.
However, the old man also said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, which put Yan Murong in a dilemma. He complained in his heart that the old man's words were too profound and his reasoning was too awkward, and he did not make it clear whether to save or not to save.
So, Yan Murong thought, if she was injured - yes, as long as she was slightly injured, even if she was bitten by a mosquito, she would be considered a patient. She was a doctor, and it was natural for doctors to treat patients.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the woman let out an exclamation, and then her petite and enchanting body fell to the ground.
"Hey, after waiting for a long time, I finally got hurt." Yan Murong sighed, bent down and picked up a few thin wires left behind when tying the steel bars scattered on the ground, folded them into several pieces, held them in his hands, and jumped from three to three.
Jumped off the building.
The sound of drizzle covering up the sound of Yan Murong landing on the ground, Yan Murong did not hide it, and walked up behind the three gangsters openly.
The three gangsters were walking towards the woman who had fallen to the ground and was either knocked unconscious or drunk. Suddenly, they felt an uncomfortable feeling behind them.
When I looked back, I realized that a person had appeared behind the three of them. However, I couldn't see his face clearly - it was too dark, his clothes were too dark, and his face was too dark.
"Brother Hao, this looks like a beggar?" One of the gangsters wearing a denim vest looked at their boss and said.
The boss was tall and thick, with his hair in a trendy mohawk style. He wore the same denim vest and black leather pants with a bunch of iron rings hanging on them. He walked with a jingling sound, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't know he was passing by.
With a bunch of flesh on his face and a necklace hanging around his neck, I don't know if it is real gold, this look reminds others all the time that he is a gangster.
"You stinky beggar, you haven't touched a woman for a long time, right?" Mo Xigan was not too surprised. Instead, he looked at Yan Murong and said with an evil smile. "It doesn't matter. I'll let you do it when our brothers are happy. That's it."
Pretty girl, you are a beggar."
As soon as they finished speaking, the two gangsters let out a burst of obscene laughter in unison.
"I'm a doctor, not a beggar." Yan Murong defended.
Mo Xigan was stunned for a moment, but he laughed louder. "You said you are not a beggar? Look at your morality, are you still a doctor? I have only heard of white coats, but never heard of black coats."
After he finished speaking, there was another burst of laughter, and the two gangsters also laughed together, supporting his not-so-funny joke.
"I'm really not a beggar." Yan Murong defended angrily.
"Okay, okay." Mo Xigan smiled enough, and waited until the flesh on his face stopped shaking, then said. "Brothers, let me give you a live performance first to warm up, and you will be more energetic when you start doing it later, right?"
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After saying that, he stopped talking to Yan Murong, turned around and continued walking towards the woman.
Yan Murong felt like a failure. The first time he saved someone, he was ignored ----- Can't you see the weapon in my hand? Can't you see the aura in me?
To be honest, these words made Yan Murong feel a little guilty. Where did he get the momentum?
An inaudible sound pierced the air, and then Mohawk felt his legs weaken and his knees bent downward.
"Brother Hao, what's wrong with you?" The two gangsters saw their boss kneeling down inexplicably, and asked while supporting him.
"I... Ouch." Before he could finish his words, he knelt down again - because the two gangsters who were supporting him also knelt down inexplicably.
The three of them only felt a soreness in their knees, and then lost all consciousness, as if except for their upper body, their lower body was not theirs.
This made the three people feel a sense of fear for no reason at the same time - Could it be that they have done too many bad things and have been punished by God?
"I'm really a doctor." Just as the three of them were trying to get up from the ground, they heard a begging voice behind them.
These three brothers are not stupid. When they heard him emphasize that he was a doctor again, they knew that his legs must be caused by him.
"What did you do to us?" Mo Xigan turned around with great effort, put his hands on the ground, and looked at Yan Murong with a trace of hatred in his eyes, but more of it was fear-----could he not know what he was doing?
Could the people who felt that the three of them were unconscious in their lower bodies be ordinary people?
"It's okay, don't worry." Yan Murong looked at the three gangsters lying on the ground in a good-natured tone and comforted him. "I just hit your acupuncture points to make you temporarily incapacitated. You will be fine.
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After saying that, Yan Murong passed through the three of them, picked up the sleeping woman lying on the ground, turned around and left - such a beautiful woman would catch a cold lying on the ground.
"Hey, when can we stand up?" Mohawk asked loudly as he watched the hero save the beauty but kept insisting that he was a doctor.
"You will be fine in three hours." Yan Murong's kind reminder came through the drizzle - "Be careful of catching a cold."
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