Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"Ah..." I yelled, trying desperately to break free.

I still held the iron rod in my hand, picked it up with my backhand, and slammed it heavily on the hand of the person next to me.

"Oh..." the man yelled, his body jumped up naturally, and one of my arms was considered free.

"Tong!" I punched the eye of the person who was pressing my other arm again, and the person stood up covering his eyes.

My arms had just regained their freedom, and with the iron rod in my hand, I struck at the two people pressing down on my legs. [

"Go to hell, chops!"

I growled, and this stick hit a young man on the head hard, and he passed out with a snort.

"Huh?" Gao Yang turned his head to see my situation, ran two steps over, and kicked me on the head.

For a moment, I only felt stares in my eyes, and the world was spinning. At the same time, more people rushed over and crushed my limbs.

"Hey, the troublemaker finally left the scene, now it's time for me to be cool." Gao Yang went to bed without taking off his shoes, and he stepped on many black footprints on the white sheets.

"Little beauty, come and give uncle a hug." Gao Yang smiled lewdly, and rushed towards Xiaojiao.

"Beast!" I yelled.

Gao Yang was stunned for a moment, "I just like this nickname." Then he hugged Xiaojiao violently.

"Let me go!" Xiaojiao struggled, "You bastard!"

"Beast and bastard have always been synonymous with me. The two of you greet each other and make peace with each other. You really deserve to be an adulterer..." Gao Yang put his mouth on Xiaojiao's face, and put his hands on her body grope up.

Everyone showed obscene smiles, watching the scene of the eighteen bans on the bed that was about to be staged.

At this moment, in the dark night, there were suddenly sharp and piercing sounds of ambulances, and there were more than one of them, and the sounds overlapped and pierced the sky.

Gao Yang suddenly stopped his movements, looked outside the house in disbelief, and said full of doubts, "Who made the 120?"

No one responded.

"Who hit 120?" Gao Yang got off the bed and asked again.

Everyone still didn't respond and looked at each other.

Xiaojiao took the opportunity to tidy up her clothes in a hurry, and retreated to the corner, but looked at me, as if she was asking about my situation, her eyes were full of fear and fear.