Huadu Agent

Chapter 3110 The Unruly Princess Of The End

Thinking of being unruly, if you really have a batch number in your female devil, then the matter of Ye Shaofeng will be complicated, and maybe you will be unable to eat it.

Xiangjiang's subway lines are also very developed.

There are many people and miscellaneous hands on Line [-]. The New Year is approaching, and there are many migrant workers returning home from Xiangjiang. Most of these are from Guangxi or Guangdong, and they all come here to work. They say they are migrant workers, but they are actually some Construction workers, because their labor is very cheap, some contractors in Xiangjiang are willing to find these mainland migrant workers for construction, and their skills are no worse than Xiangjiang people.

Moreover, few people in Xiangjiang are willing to do this kind of work. Only the large number of mainlanders without household registration will do this for their livelihood.

These migrant workers, carrying bags and bags, have been busy for a year, so they can relax for a few days.

A big man with a purple face leaned on the subway and fell asleep soundly, probably because he had snatched a train ticket back home overnight and was extremely lack of sleep.

The two well-dressed young men next to him were chatting on twitter, which did not hinder this person.

At this time, the young man who was close to the big purple-faced man dexterously stretched his hand to the pocket of the big purple-faced man.

Those with bulging pockets should be able to make a fortune.

One took out his pocket, and the other was a young man, holding a newspaper in front of him as a cover, and his eyes were also watching the actions of the people around him.

Obviously, this is a gang of pickpockets who have been entrenched in the subway for a long time.

It is estimated that it is not just these two people, there must be their response beside them.

Many people saw this scene, but they all pretended not to see it.

This kind of pickpocket is seen a lot in the subway, and everyone can do as little as possible. If you get killed by meddling in your own business, then the loss outweighs the gain.

At this time, an old man in a yellowish green military uniform walked over, tore off the newspaper covering it, and said: "It's not easy for migrant workers. After working hard for a year, it's all blood and sweat to earn some money to go home." If you take the money away, they will have been working in vain for a year, let’s accumulate some virtue, and don’t do such unreasonable things.”

The old man in military uniform didn't speak loudly, it was just a kind warning and didn't seem to reveal their identities.

"Old man, are you sick! Don't fucking meddle in your own business!" One of the young men lowered his voice and said fiercely.

The other one took out a dagger from his pocket and hid it in his cuff, deliberately showing the sharp edge, trying to scare the old man away.

But the old man didn't flinch, and said firmly, "I'm an old man, so I'm not afraid of causing trouble. I'll take care of your business today!"

After finishing speaking, the old man shouted into the carriage: "Catch the thief! There are two thieves here!"

Unexpectedly, after shouting, none of the people in the carriage responded.

The cruelest thing in the world is this kind of numb indifference between people.

But the sleeping purple-faced migrant worker suddenly woke up.Confusedly looking at the old man standing in front of him and yelling, he cursed with a strong non-local accent: "You are fucking sick, what are you yelling about this early in the morning! Believe it or not I smack you!"

The old man did good deeds, but he was still misunderstood.Many people in the car secretly ridiculed the old man for being nosy, but the old man himself was not unhappy.

He doesn't care what other people think of him.

But at this moment, the two young men started to make trouble with the old man, one of them suddenly stood up, grabbed the old man by the neck, and shouted: "Are you fucking sick? It's your business. Don't worry about things you shouldn't care about, you asked for it yourself!"

As he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked the old man's stomach.

The space was so narrow that the old man couldn't dodge, and was kicked directly to the ground by this kick.

At this time, four or five people surrounded him all of a sudden, and punched and kicked the old man fiercely.While slapping and cursing: "Let you meddle in your own business, I'll dare to look for trouble like you after looking at it!"

Generally, as long as this kind of pickpocket gang encounters such a nosy person, they will beat them up in public. This is so despised to make an example, so that others dare not meddle in this nosy business again.

But Ye Shaofeng will take care of what others don't dare to take care of!

In fact, everyone has a dream of being a hero, just like the warmest candlelight in the dead of winter.It's just that when the real darkness is coming, who can stand the consideration of controversy.

It's not that the world is born dull and numb, and no one is a coward. It's just that this big dye vat is black, so every piece of cloth we stained is also black.When everything becomes black, no one will feel how clean white is and how dirty black is.

Just like people who have been in the dark for a long time, they are not used to the light.

The old man's head was already bleeding, Ye Shaofeng couldn't bear it anymore, staring at the leader who had the most fun beating, he rushed up.A roar shocked everyone.

Ye Shaofeng knocked the leader to the ground, pressed his neck with his left hand, punched him with his right hand, and smashed him down with a bang.

With one fist, the skin of the leader was ripped apart, and blood spurted from the seven orifices.

When the other people saw that someone dared to make a move, they all rushed towards Ye Shaofeng together.

Ye Shaofeng turned sideways and turned back his carbine, knocked a pickpocket who had just approached him to the ground with his fist, followed by a half-turned sweeping leg, and shoveled the people in front of him to the ground.

Sweeping legs, which seems to be an understatement, is basically a fractured calf for those who are hit, and they can't even climb up.

In a battle that was hardly fierce, Ye Shaofeng defeated six of them by himself.The people in the carriage felt a little awakened from a dream.Only then did they realize that in fact they had been standing in the dark all this time, and those who had traveled too much at night, where could they find light.

Ye Shaofeng sent the old man in military uniform to the hospital, paid for the medical expenses himself, and then left in a hurry.

When they arrived at Li Zimo's residence, they were almost an hour late.

Li Zimo didn't know Ye Shaofeng, he was a fledgling kid.After finishing school in the capital, she originally wanted to stay in the capital, but later she found out that in Yangguo, after all, there are good cities in the north, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, and Xiangjiang, so he came to Xiangjiang alone.

Of course, the headquarters of her own company is still in the capital, where he is going to open up a new territory.

A little girl who just graduated has such great ambitions, and Ye Shaofeng was shocked when she arrived.

When he came to Li Zimo's office and saw Li Zimo for the first time, Ye Shaofeng felt even more shocked!

Because, because this Li Zimo looks exactly like the dead Jasmine!

It's just that this child seems to be younger. Although the eyes are full of vigor, there is still a bit of immaturity. When Ye Shaofeng, who is used to seeing big winds and waves, looks at this child, he knows that she has not experienced much. She is still a little girl. This kind of little girl is just at the time when a dream is flooding.

"Are you the bodyguard my dad found for me?" Li Zimo asked with a smile, and when she laughed, she revealed eight sworn teeth, which were very beautiful and touching.

Such a pure and beautiful little girl, with a fairy-like appearance but also down-to-earth, when Ye Shaofeng looked at him, his heart skipped a beat...