Urban Hidden Dragon

Chapter 46 What the hell
The man was still teasing one second, but the corner of his mouth was raised the next second, and a bloodthirsty coldness flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Dong sensed that something was wrong, but at this time the spirit of alcohol was surging, and the words in the other party's mouth were really unpleasant, so he didn't care so much.

Seeing that the fist was about to hit, a cold light slid past his eyes!

The cold breath made Zhao Dong half sober in an instant, and almost instinctively dodged backwards, the blade brushed against his nose, but his arm was burning with pain, and his lower abdomen was also kicked.

From the beginning to the end, everything happened in an instant. By the time Meng Jiao reacted, Zhao Dong's arm was already bleeding profusely.

"Ah! Zhao Dong, how are you, are you okay?" Meng Jiao was so nervous that she forgot to breathe.

She couldn't figure it out no matter what, even if they were arguing and fighting, why did they use a knife when they disagreed?

"It's okay, skin trauma!" Zhao Dong shook his head, but his eyes had already fallen on the guy in the opponent's hand.

It was a sharp machete, one foot long. If it wasn't for his quick reaction, the blow just now would not have been as simple as a skin trauma.

Obviously, ordinary troubles are not worth using a knife, and judging from the opponent's tactics, he definitely came prepared.

Zhao Dong is now almost certain that the target of this group of people is himself!
But who is behind the scenes?

Wei Dongming?
This name jumped into my mind without thinking. I have offended many people these days, but neither Fatty Sun nor Cui Jian have the guts to buy it.

The revenge of a broken leg is not that simple, and spending money to buy a life is also in line with the other party's personality.

But for some reason, Zhao Dong had a vague feeling that today's incident probably had nothing to do with Wei Dongming, but someone else!

The reason for Zhao Dong's judgment is very simple. If Wei Dongming had hired someone to do it, he could have done it directly based on the grievances between the two. Why would there be so much nonsense?

But this group of people kept it secret, taking the opportunity of molesting Meng Jiao to make trouble, apparently to confirm their identities.

Who on earth is it?
Thinking in his heart, Zhao Dong has already paid attention to his surroundings.

At this moment, a black Mercedes across the road came into view. He always felt that he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it because of the drunkenness.

"Damn it, are you tired of robbing women with me?"

After the leader's voice fell, another cold light flashed!
There were many diners in the food stall. As early as when the knife was used, these people had already screamed and scattered, but they did not leave completely, but watched from afar.

Seeing the conflict break out again, the crowd let out an exclamation.

Zhao Dong didn't dare to be distracted any more, he kicked while getting out of the way.

The reason why he was stabbed just now was purely because he was unprepared. Now that he has already guessed the purpose of this group of people, how can he give them another chance to get close.

When retreating, Zhao Dong picked up the folding chair he was sitting on just now, and swung it as a weapon.

The momentum was so strong that someone was caught off guard and was slammed into the air, knocking down a barbecue grill not far away.

The fiery red charcoal rolled to the ground, splashing sparks one after another, which also illuminated Zhao Dongle's face.

Meng Jiao bit her lips tightly, and did not blink her eyes. Because of her family environment, she had no sense of security since she was a child, and she had an irresistible affection for mature men.

I have been single for so many years, firstly I don't like creamy niche, and secondly I don't like being sophisticated.

But at this moment, Zhao Dong couldn't tell what it was like, but he perfectly coincided with the imagined Prince Charming.

"Be careful!" Besides being a nympho, Meng Jiao didn't forget to remind her.

Zhao Dong suddenly turned around, and the folding chair was pulled back with his backhand, knocking out a guy who wanted to sneak attack on the spot.

The few remaining people saw that something was wrong and shouted: "Let's go together!"

Zhao Dong saw sweat on his forehead, of course it was not because of fear, but because of the continuous onset of alcoholism from half a case of beer, although his spirit was extremely excited, his body couldn't take it anymore.

The rest of his physical strength is more than enough to protect himself, but if he wants to protect Meng Jiao behind him, it will inevitably be a bit difficult.

Seeing that he was about to be entangled by the opponent, Zhao Dong didn't care about that much, he dropped his back, grabbed the back of the chair and smashed towards the opponent, the thief was the first to capture the king!

The leading man saw the ferocity in Zhao Dong's eyes, and also smashed down with a machete.

Bang!
Sparks burst out, and the huge recoil made the machete in his hand fly away.

Zhao Dong took a wrong step across, a backhand chokehold subdued the leader on the spot, and sternly shouted: "Tell them not to move!"

In the process, it was inevitable that the back would suffer, but the crisis was finally resolved.

"Don't move!" The boss cooperated with his mouth, but his eyes indicated Meng Jiao's direction.

A man understood and charged straight away with a dagger in his hand.

Zhao Dong kicked out suddenly, and a piece of fiery red charcoal was kicked away, as if he had eyes, and hit the back of the man's head with precision.

Accompanied by the splash of sparks, there was a scream, and there was a burst of scorched stench in the air.

Zhao Dong lifted the leader's collar and punched it three times.

The leader originally wanted to be tough for a while, but unfortunately he couldn't bear the huge strength of Zhao Dong's fist, and bravely said, "Brother, don't hit...don't, I was wrong!"

Seeing that the heat was enough, Zhao Dong tightened his hands and asked, "Say, who asked you to come?"

The leader couldn't take care of himself, so he couldn't take care of so much, so he replied in embarrassment: "It's... Ma... Boss Ma!"

Zhao Dong was clever, he finally knew why the Mercedes looked familiar, wasn't it the one that sent Sophie home just now?
Thinking of this, he no longer made it difficult for them at the moment, let go and said: "Get out!"

A group of men supported each other and fled.

Seeing the end of the good show, the spectators around applauded and applauded.

Meng Jiao and You Rongyan looked at Zhao Dong with strange brilliance in their eyes.

Things were smashed all over the floor, and most of the customers ran away. The owner of the barbecue stall was very distressed. Before he could complain, Zhao Dong had already strode non-stop, breaking through the crowd and rushing towards the side of the road.

Mr. Ma hid in the car, because there were too many spectators around, and he couldn't see clearly, and it was too late when he found out that something was wrong.

There was a loud bang, and the tempered glass on the driver's side shattered suddenly. Before he could realize what was going on, he was pulled out by a strong arm.

The cold wind pierced through his neck, making him shiver in fright.

Zhao Dong stepped on the man, and pressed the steel stick in his hand against his chin, "Mr. Ma, what a coincidence, we meet again?"

Mr. Ma's cheeks were still swollen, and he put out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Yes... yes... it's a coincidence, brother... what are you doing? Is there some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?" Zhao Dong sneered.

He pushed the steel stick in his hand upwards, and a row of fine blood beads were drawn out!
(End of this chapter)