It was almost eleven o'clock when He Ming came out of the villa, because it was already in the suburbs and there were few pedestrians, which seemed a little deserted. Even though it was a city that never sleeped, there were no taxis on the road.
He Ming was a little depressed. If he hadn't thought about the beautiful adoptive mother, he really didn't want to go back. As long as he was not discovered by the Zheng surnamed Zheng, spending a night here would be something worth looking forward to. He just had a disgrace with the beautiful girl Liu again, and tasted the taste of desire, immortality, desire, and death again. He had decided that no matter what, he would rob her and follow him willingly.
Inadvertently, He Ming heard a faint footsteps. He looked along the sound and found that three people appeared not far away from him, as if they appeared out of thin air. Judging from his figure, they were all young people in their twenties, one tall and two short, about one meter nine tall, and they were relatively strong. Both of them were dyed with hair, one gold and one red.
A hint of vigilance arose in He Ming's heart. These people are simply a typical gangster. It's so late and there is no one around. I might have done something like robbery or killing people or robbing people.
The three of them got closer and closer, with a calm expression on their faces, but He Ming still kept a heart. At this time, he also saw clearly the other person's appearance. The big man had rough facial features, a little older, twenty-five or six years old, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, with his hands behind his back.
The other two are both in their twenties and look very imaginative, like twins, one with red hair and the other with golden hair, both wearing coats, which looks a bit alternative in this weather.
Although He Ming was paying attention in secret, he would not always stare at others with his eyes. The three of them walked behind him, which was a blind spot in their sight, so it was naturally impossible to look back, otherwise there would be nothing wrong and would cause trouble because of such unreasonable actions.
At this moment, He Ming vaguely noticed that the footsteps behind him seemed to have stopped. He, who was already a little alert, turned slightly, trying to see the situation behind him.
Swish!
A gust of wind sounded, and a watermelon knife flashing with a cold and cold light under the dim light rubbed against He Ming's nose. Unexpectedly, this sideways allowed him to escape.
Before He Ming could see the attacker clearly, another identical watermelon knife had already slashed towards him.
Without time to avoid it, He Ming raised his hands reflexively, then closed his hands suddenly, and immediately grabbed the watermelon knife that was slashing towards him between the palms of his hands. No hair was damaged. For a moment, even he was surprised that he could hold it so accurately.
In this short gap, He Ming saw clearly that the person who attacked him was the two young men with extremely similar appearances, one with red hair and the other with blonde hair.
The blonde young man was holding the knife at this time, and the red-haired young man was withdrawing the knife. He was the first to attack before.
The blonde young man's weapon was held by He Ming's palms and he tried hard to pull it back, but he couldn't break free.
Of course, this was entirely because He Ming clamped his hands tightly and wanted to snatch the knife, and he would never want him to wield this sharp killing weapon freely again.
However, before He Ming could dodge the knife, the red-haired young man quickly reacted and the shaking weapon in his hand slashed at him again.
In the dangerous moment, He Ming was unwilling to let go easily, so he simply tried hard to pull the blond young man over as a shield.
The blonde boy was indeed unprepared, and was led to stand unsteadily, and his body moved forward a small step.
Of course, this small step made half of his body barely block in front of He Ming. The knife in the red-haired boy's hand was too late to retract. When he subconsciously wanted to stop, a scream had already sounded.
The blond young man was immediately cut into a knife with his right arm, blood splattered, and he spread his hand holding the knife at the same time.
The red-haired young man accidentally injured his companion and was a little overwhelmed.
Although he already had a weapon in his hand, He Ming did not intend to do it, but he had no time to run away. The strong young man who had been standing behind took out his hidden hands from behind, holding a four or five-foot-long steel rod inside, and then rushed up in three or two steps, hitting him hard from top to bottom.
He Ming naturally did not dare to take it head-on, so he had to give in, not daring that the strong young man swept another quickly.
As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch stronger. Although He Ming had a knife in his hand, he had no chance to fight back at all, so he had to give in and certainly he did not dare to turn around and run away, because the strong young man was bullying himself tightly. If he did this, it would be like leaving his unprepared back to the other party to smash it.
He Ming, who was constantly retreating, suddenly felt something tripping on his heel. He couldn't stand steadily for a while, and he fell backwards all of a sudden. He glanced at his feet in the outskirts of his eyes. He tripped onto a cement basket at the root of a tree on the sidewalk, unable to see clearly the situation behind him.
The Zhuangshuo Kennian was not willing to give up the opportunity, so he took a big step forward and smashed another blow to He Ming.
He Ming supported his left hand and rolled to the left for a week, barely avoiding the steel rod with the sound of wind.
Bang!
The slightest difference between the steel rod hit dozens of centimeters behind him, splashing sparks.
Before He Ming could stand up, the young man in the red side had already reacted and rushed up, slashing Mount Hua with force towards him.
In a panic, He Ming raised his right hand and looked upwards to meet him.
bass!
The two swords collided, making a metal whine. One sword was useless, and the red-haired young man had to withdraw his hand.
He Ming didn't have time to breathe, and the strong young man who had missed his attack rushed forward with one blow, and the long stick in his hand hit He Ming from top to bottom with a thunderous force.
Although he successfully avoided the disaster before, He Ming had already stuck to the green belt wall beside the street, and there was no way to avoid it.
Life was hanging on a thread, He Ming suddenly supported the wall with his right hand, and his whole body did not retreat but advanced, and quickly rolled to the place where the strong man stood, pressing his feet together.
bass!
The watermelon knife with the sharp sound of the wind hit more than ten centimeters behind him. It was a lucky chance to avoid such a small space. This angle is like the triangle of life that people often advocate for avoiding during earthquakes!
The strong man found that the person he was going to beat was suddenly pressed on his feet, so he was about to retreat.
How could He Ming missed this opportunity? The sharp weapon in his right hand suddenly hit his calf.
Ah……
The strong man let out a painful hum, and the long stick in his hand fell down softly, and instantly lowered his body and hugged his bloody calf.
The red-haired boy had already wrapped himself up again and bowed toward He Ming lying on the ground.
He Ming had no choice but to raise the knife to greet him again, but this time he didn't want the red hair to retreat. He quickly stretched out his left hand and held his wrist holding the knife. At the same time, he raised the watermelon knife in his right hand and slashed on his arm.
Ah……
The young man in the red square screamed, loosened his five fingers and fell to the ground.
He Mingwu didn't want to let go, so he raised his knife and slashed another on his left arm, and then he let go and stood up.
Now, the whole world calmed down, with only moans.
The blond young man who was struck on the shoulder at first seemed to be seriously injured and collapsed completely on the ground, leaning against the green belt fence on one side.
The strong young man sat completely on the ground, hugged his left foot with both hands, kept moaning, and blood scattered all over the floor.
The red-haired boy with wounded arms looked at He Ming like he saw a ghost, and he kept retreating, but it seemed that he did not run away because he did not want to abandon his companion.
Tell me, who sent you here!
He Ming patted the thick dust on his body and asked coldly, "He didn't know all these people. If it was for money, it would be impossible for him to say nothing. He would be a killer move."
The few people looked at each other, but no one nibbled.
Well, let's not talk about it, then we'll be in a stalemate. After a while, you will die of blood and blood. I'll leave. Anyway, it's self-defense. What can the police do to me?
He Ming has learned political knowledge. In this case, even if he kills one on the spot, he will not have to bear any legal responsibility.
It was Lu Chuan who sent us!
The red-haired young man with his arms injured looked at the severely injured blonde young man and gritted his teeth.
Well, you can’t leave even if you look like you, call 120!
He Ming said coldly, he didn't want to kill anyone, nor did he want to stay here. If someone found out, even if he didn't have to go to jail, he would inevitably have trouble.
He Ming walked forward, muttering the words "Lu Chuan" in his mouth. After a few hundred meters, he finally got on a taxi and headed towards Taoyuan District.
He Ming was a little depressed. If he hadn't thought about the beautiful adoptive mother, he really didn't want to go back. As long as he was not discovered by the Zheng surnamed Zheng, spending a night here would be something worth looking forward to. He just had a disgrace with the beautiful girl Liu again, and tasted the taste of desire, immortality, desire, and death again. He had decided that no matter what, he would rob her and follow him willingly.
Inadvertently, He Ming heard a faint footsteps. He looked along the sound and found that three people appeared not far away from him, as if they appeared out of thin air. Judging from his figure, they were all young people in their twenties, one tall and two short, about one meter nine tall, and they were relatively strong. Both of them were dyed with hair, one gold and one red.
A hint of vigilance arose in He Ming's heart. These people are simply a typical gangster. It's so late and there is no one around. I might have done something like robbery or killing people or robbing people.
The three of them got closer and closer, with a calm expression on their faces, but He Ming still kept a heart. At this time, he also saw clearly the other person's appearance. The big man had rough facial features, a little older, twenty-five or six years old, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, with his hands behind his back.
The other two are both in their twenties and look very imaginative, like twins, one with red hair and the other with golden hair, both wearing coats, which looks a bit alternative in this weather.
Although He Ming was paying attention in secret, he would not always stare at others with his eyes. The three of them walked behind him, which was a blind spot in their sight, so it was naturally impossible to look back, otherwise there would be nothing wrong and would cause trouble because of such unreasonable actions.
At this moment, He Ming vaguely noticed that the footsteps behind him seemed to have stopped. He, who was already a little alert, turned slightly, trying to see the situation behind him.
Swish!
A gust of wind sounded, and a watermelon knife flashing with a cold and cold light under the dim light rubbed against He Ming's nose. Unexpectedly, this sideways allowed him to escape.
Before He Ming could see the attacker clearly, another identical watermelon knife had already slashed towards him.
Without time to avoid it, He Ming raised his hands reflexively, then closed his hands suddenly, and immediately grabbed the watermelon knife that was slashing towards him between the palms of his hands. No hair was damaged. For a moment, even he was surprised that he could hold it so accurately.
In this short gap, He Ming saw clearly that the person who attacked him was the two young men with extremely similar appearances, one with red hair and the other with blonde hair.
The blonde young man was holding the knife at this time, and the red-haired young man was withdrawing the knife. He was the first to attack before.
The blonde young man's weapon was held by He Ming's palms and he tried hard to pull it back, but he couldn't break free.
Of course, this was entirely because He Ming clamped his hands tightly and wanted to snatch the knife, and he would never want him to wield this sharp killing weapon freely again.
However, before He Ming could dodge the knife, the red-haired young man quickly reacted and the shaking weapon in his hand slashed at him again.
In the dangerous moment, He Ming was unwilling to let go easily, so he simply tried hard to pull the blond young man over as a shield.
The blonde boy was indeed unprepared, and was led to stand unsteadily, and his body moved forward a small step.
Of course, this small step made half of his body barely block in front of He Ming. The knife in the red-haired boy's hand was too late to retract. When he subconsciously wanted to stop, a scream had already sounded.
The blond young man was immediately cut into a knife with his right arm, blood splattered, and he spread his hand holding the knife at the same time.
The red-haired young man accidentally injured his companion and was a little overwhelmed.
Although he already had a weapon in his hand, He Ming did not intend to do it, but he had no time to run away. The strong young man who had been standing behind took out his hidden hands from behind, holding a four or five-foot-long steel rod inside, and then rushed up in three or two steps, hitting him hard from top to bottom.
He Ming naturally did not dare to take it head-on, so he had to give in, not daring that the strong young man swept another quickly.
As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch stronger. Although He Ming had a knife in his hand, he had no chance to fight back at all, so he had to give in and certainly he did not dare to turn around and run away, because the strong young man was bullying himself tightly. If he did this, it would be like leaving his unprepared back to the other party to smash it.
He Ming, who was constantly retreating, suddenly felt something tripping on his heel. He couldn't stand steadily for a while, and he fell backwards all of a sudden. He glanced at his feet in the outskirts of his eyes. He tripped onto a cement basket at the root of a tree on the sidewalk, unable to see clearly the situation behind him.
The Zhuangshuo Kennian was not willing to give up the opportunity, so he took a big step forward and smashed another blow to He Ming.
He Ming supported his left hand and rolled to the left for a week, barely avoiding the steel rod with the sound of wind.
Bang!
The slightest difference between the steel rod hit dozens of centimeters behind him, splashing sparks.
Before He Ming could stand up, the young man in the red side had already reacted and rushed up, slashing Mount Hua with force towards him.
In a panic, He Ming raised his right hand and looked upwards to meet him.
bass!
The two swords collided, making a metal whine. One sword was useless, and the red-haired young man had to withdraw his hand.
He Ming didn't have time to breathe, and the strong young man who had missed his attack rushed forward with one blow, and the long stick in his hand hit He Ming from top to bottom with a thunderous force.
Although he successfully avoided the disaster before, He Ming had already stuck to the green belt wall beside the street, and there was no way to avoid it.
Life was hanging on a thread, He Ming suddenly supported the wall with his right hand, and his whole body did not retreat but advanced, and quickly rolled to the place where the strong man stood, pressing his feet together.
bass!
The watermelon knife with the sharp sound of the wind hit more than ten centimeters behind him. It was a lucky chance to avoid such a small space. This angle is like the triangle of life that people often advocate for avoiding during earthquakes!
The strong man found that the person he was going to beat was suddenly pressed on his feet, so he was about to retreat.
How could He Ming missed this opportunity? The sharp weapon in his right hand suddenly hit his calf.
Ah……
The strong man let out a painful hum, and the long stick in his hand fell down softly, and instantly lowered his body and hugged his bloody calf.
The red-haired boy had already wrapped himself up again and bowed toward He Ming lying on the ground.
He Ming had no choice but to raise the knife to greet him again, but this time he didn't want the red hair to retreat. He quickly stretched out his left hand and held his wrist holding the knife. At the same time, he raised the watermelon knife in his right hand and slashed on his arm.
Ah……
The young man in the red square screamed, loosened his five fingers and fell to the ground.
He Mingwu didn't want to let go, so he raised his knife and slashed another on his left arm, and then he let go and stood up.
Now, the whole world calmed down, with only moans.
The blond young man who was struck on the shoulder at first seemed to be seriously injured and collapsed completely on the ground, leaning against the green belt fence on one side.
The strong young man sat completely on the ground, hugged his left foot with both hands, kept moaning, and blood scattered all over the floor.
The red-haired boy with wounded arms looked at He Ming like he saw a ghost, and he kept retreating, but it seemed that he did not run away because he did not want to abandon his companion.
Tell me, who sent you here!
He Ming patted the thick dust on his body and asked coldly, "He didn't know all these people. If it was for money, it would be impossible for him to say nothing. He would be a killer move."
The few people looked at each other, but no one nibbled.
Well, let's not talk about it, then we'll be in a stalemate. After a while, you will die of blood and blood. I'll leave. Anyway, it's self-defense. What can the police do to me?
He Ming has learned political knowledge. In this case, even if he kills one on the spot, he will not have to bear any legal responsibility.
It was Lu Chuan who sent us!
The red-haired young man with his arms injured looked at the severely injured blonde young man and gritted his teeth.
Well, you can’t leave even if you look like you, call 120!
He Ming said coldly, he didn't want to kill anyone, nor did he want to stay here. If someone found out, even if he didn't have to go to jail, he would inevitably have trouble.
He Ming walked forward, muttering the words "Lu Chuan" in his mouth. After a few hundred meters, he finally got on a taxi and headed towards Taoyuan District.
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