Allure: The Man God's Love Wanted

Chapter 99 Who Lets Who Go, It's Not Up To You 【03】

Standing up while stroking her belly, she came to her side with a worried expression on her face: "Lan Yu is cruel and ruthless, Jiajun is not their opponent, I... ahem, we have to find a way to stop them."

In his opinion, although Nie Jiajun fought vigorously, he was not a gangster after all, no matter how powerful he was, he was hard to beat.

Besides, gangsters are cruel and ruthless, how can they reason with the young master, how can they be merciful.

The Fu family and the Nie family have a very close relationship. Although Fu Mingxuan just met Nie Jiajun, he was extremely anxious for him: "Lan Yu, stop, we won't pursue this matter, cough... don't blame me for not reminding you, the principal is nearby. She will come to pick us up soon, you know the time, there is still time to leave now."

However, the fight on the other side was even more vigorous. Nie Jiajun, who was one against three, turned from offense to defense, and gradually became a tie.

The situation was as Fu Mingxuan expected. The descendants of the Nie family were born in a noble and prominent family, and received a good and advanced education since childhood.

Especially with Nie Jiajun as the standard, his mother is from the British royal family. In his life circle, there are only gentlemen and no gangsters, so he naturally pays attention to the gentleman's demeanor.

On the contrary, Lan Yu grew up mixed in the underworld. Although his family became powerful and squeezed into the city's aristocratic circle, there was a wild bloodthirsty factor in his blood.

This bloodthirsty nature is fully reflected in the face of the opponent, and he will never be soft.

The kung fu character of the two people is like the former being a master of a generation. Although his kung fu is profound, he never thought of beating each other to death.

But the latter Lan Yu's moves were deadly, frenzied, and went all out to attack the opponent's vital points.

At this moment, Lan Yu has a strong fighting spirit. Seeing that the opponent's momentum is weakening, it doesn't matter whether you are the principal or not, and shouts at his subordinates to attack.

Taking advantage of the many people bullying the few, the more they fight, the stronger they become, and they can't wait to get back the losses they suffered just now, even with profits.

With all three feet down, Nie Jiajun had no way to retreat. In an instant, Lan Yu kicked his left arm, and he staggered back a big step.

"Klaus..." Lu Xiya exclaimed, and wanted to rush forward, but Fu Mingxuan grabbed her after she took a step.

"Be careful, fists and kicks have no eyes." Fu Mingxuan was afraid that she would be accidentally injured if she rushed forward rashly.

At the same time, a familiar female voice came, yelling with serious anger: "Lan Yu, what are you doing? Stop it."

"Jiajun, be careful..." followed by a delicate female voice.

There was a sound of brakes behind them. Looking back, the mother and daughter of the Fu family rushed out of the car. Their expressions changed drastically and they shouted again and again.

Lu Xiya was very anxious, rushed forward and shouted: "Lan Yu, if you don't stop, I will call the police."

Sure enough, Lan Yu stopped, and at the same time raised his hand to stop the two subordinates.

The corner of his mouth was bloodshot, he spit to the side, and snorted coldly: "You are lucky today, there are women pleading for you, so I will let you go for their sake."

Nie Jiajun's left arm was stiff and placed straight to the side. If you looked closely, you would find it trembling slightly.

Lan Yu's kick just now was not light, almost breaking his bones.

Sweat oozes from the forehead and face, and the fair and clean handsome face is a little painfully pale.

The blond hair shone under the sun, as beautiful as a god, honorable, beautiful and enchanting.

His thin lips parted slightly, still gentle and elegant: "It's not your decision to let someone go."

The handsome man spoke calmly and elegantly, with a lukewarm tone, neither happy nor angry.

(End of this chapter)