Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 215 Kiss you, kiss you, kiss you...... (7)

Cautiously poked out his eyes and glanced into the alley.

Soon, Mo Chou got a general idea of ​​the number of the other party.

Obviously, this is a small group of chasers, a dozen or so motorcycles, and there are about twenty or so people.

There were not many guns, and the lights of motorcycles reflected the light of steel pipes and long knives in their hands, most of which were cold weapons.

After just one glance, Mo Chou had already figured it out.

She can handle these people.

Turning her face to look, she carefully moved her mouth to Murong Lin's ear.

"Stay here, I'll get rid of them!"

Murong Lin didn't make a sound, but panted and raised his hand to touch her face.

In the dark night, his eyes were shining brightly.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine!"

Whispering comforting words in his ear, Mo Chou grabbed the tiles of the shed in front of her and climbed up like a cat.

He silently weighed his feet and went around behind the commander.

Mo Chou narrowed her eyes slightly and made sure.

The crowd had already started to look for the little boss with red hair like a cockscomb.

He was leaning on the locomotive, smoking a cigarette, and his bright earrings were shining.

Standing up slightly, Mochou carefully took out the dagger from her lap.

Capture the thief first, capture the king first, and the same goes for fighting!
Get rid of the leader first, and all the minions will become a mess.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Chou took a look at the distance between the little head and her, and took two steps back.

He moved forward suddenly, tapped his toes, and flew up.

Like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, she threw the little leader off the motorcycle onto the wet bluestone road.

The dagger in his hand was on his neck, drawing blood.

Without even looking at the little boss's face, she directly grabbed the chi-long knife he had dropped on the ground.

With one split of the two hands, the dagger and the knife stabbed the two punks who turned around in a panic at the same time.

With a sudden kick on the ground with his right leg, he raised his left leg and hit the chin of the little gangster in front of him.

Hanging neatly in the air, he drew his sword and retreated.

The whole movement was done in one go, without any sloppiness.

The two punks fell down spraying blood.

Mo Chou's body was not splashed with any blood.

Slowly raised his face, the pure color of the face under the light of the locomotive, there is a kind of strange and breathtaking beauty.

(End of this chapter)