Da Mahou, a disciple of the Beggar Clan, slowly walked out from under the street lamp. Immediately afterwards, several beggars emerged from the alley and surrounded them.

"Beggars, gang!"

"The last thing I want to see is someone bullying a little girl," Da Mahou said with a proud smile on his face, "Little girl, don't be afraid, come with us."

Wang Jiake once believed that the Xingjiao Gang could save her from the loan sharks, but she turned around and was placed under house arrest. The "savior" was even more rogue than the loan sharks!

They finally escaped and asked passers-by for help, but it turned out that the passers-by were with them!

After several times, her trust in human beings was gone. In the dark, the giant monkey showed two rows of white teeth. It looked like a pervert who was preparing to grind his teeth to eat people.

Wang Jiake climbed faster.

Within two words, noisy footsteps were heard, and the people in the hotel were almost catching up. The big horse monkey stopped talking nonsense, whistled, flew up and kicked the driver of the black car. Behind the driver of the black car was his home base.

Of course, he didn't want to suffer any loss. He pulled out a small knife from his waist and stabbed the big horse monkey's leg without hesitation.

The two beggars held Wang Jiake up, one on the left and the other on the right. The rancid and smelly fairy aura from the homeless man surrounded Wang Jiake at 360 degrees, which almost made the frightened girl go into shock.

In the past, this time, she didn't even have the strength to scream and struggle, and she was passed around like objects.

Just when her mind began to blur, a muffled groan suddenly came from her ears.

A black shadow appeared like a ghost, and with three strokes, the two homeless men holding Wang Jiake were leveled. Wang Jiake fell into a pair of cold hands, and then was beaten without touching the ground.

After grabbing her, the man whispered in her ear: "Let's go."

It's a woman's voice!

In this chaos, the sense of security brought by a woman was like a life-saving straw. Without thinking, Wang Jiake instinctively opened his legs and gave himself to this person.

The Beggar Clan and the Pedestrian Clan gnawed together and raised their heads in disbelief, only to find that the key figure had been cut off!

"who!"

"Son of a bitch, chase!"

The Beggar Clan disciple who was the quickest to react was about to give chase, but saw the companion who had just grabbed Wang Jiake standing motionless on the spot, like a wax figure. The Beggar Clan disciple realized something was wrong: "What's wrong with you?"

His companion slowly turned his head, his face as pale as a ghost, and there was a three-inch-and-a-half-inch long wound on his neck - a very shallow cut, originally a white mark, until then, thin traces of blood emerged, like a

A bright red rope.

In the dim light, a strong murderous intent suddenly seemed to condense.

From the creation of Wan Muchun's name to Wei Xiao, who killed several people with swords and swords, the two generations of Wan Muchun have left a heavy shadow on all insiders in the martial arts world.
Chapter completed!