Chapter 17
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Late at night, the community was dark and very quiet.
Song Sanxi looked up.
On the fourth floor, the door of the house has just been opened.
The light at the entrance has just come on.
He took a deep breath and got out of the car immediately.
While taking action, I made some quick calculations in my mind.
Now, it is not appropriate to have a head-on conflict with Huang Changyong.
You must hide your own strength and keep on trying!
In the short term, we can't let this guy harass us and Su Yourong.
He has a way!
His home was on the 4th floor of Unit 2, so he quickly rushed to the roof of Unit 3.
Go down the water pipe.
On the fifth floor, there was a family with clothes hanging on their back balcony.
Jump and fall into the balcony.
The clothes are clean and they are camouflage uniforms worn by migrant workers.
Song Sanxi quickly took off her clothes and put them on.
I took a pair of socks and put them on my feet.
In the corner, I grabbed a helmet and put it on my head.
From this look, it turned out to be the construction workers who rented here.
I sneaked into the house quietly and found a large wrench with a long handle.
Take another pair of construction site gloves, the kind with white woven thread, and wear them on your hands.
This family still burns briquettes.
Grab a few handfuls of ashes and get them all dirty.
His face was also covered with ashes.
Big image change!
If the safety helmet were lowered, who would still recognize him as Song Sanxi, the prodigal son?
He quickly went out and returned to the second unit, quietly, almost silently under his feet, and at a fast speed.
But a little tired.
This body is so bad!
When I entered the building, the footsteps started to sound louder. It was okay.
Migrant workers go home late at night!
Outside the house, four of Huang Changyong's men had just filed out.
By the way, the door is also closed.
One of them, while smoking, said with an evil smile: "Brother Yong has really made a profit today. That prodigal Song Sanxi is such a loser, he is such a loser!"
"Hey, Brother Yong is happy, we can probably get it too! Think about Su Yourong's figure..." The other guy was also so excited that he felt like he had been given a shot of blood.
At that moment, Song Sanxi came up, speaking with a strong foreign accent, "What are you doing? Someone in the house is hurting that poor woman Su Yourong?"
A subordinate looked him up and down and said viciously: "It's none of your business! Where are these migrant workers from? Get out of here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, this guy kicked him over.
Song Sanxi flashed out of the way, pulled out a wrench from the pocket of her overalls, swung it round and fucked her hard.
As fast as possible!
Do your best!
Solve the battle as soon as possible!
Kaka... bang bang...
The sound of bones breaking was extremely crisp.
The four tough guys had almost no power to fight back and had no time to react.
There was only a scream like a slaughtered pig.
It was shocking and woke up many people.
But here, the people who live here are the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and most of them are migrant workers.
No one got up to see anything.
These days, China Shipping is still in chaos.
No one wants to get into trouble.
No one even wanted to turn on the lights.
The community is still dark.
Soon, Huang Changyong's four men stopped screaming.
Everyone's nose was punched and smashed into pieces.
All fainted.
Under the dim light, flowers blossomed on each face.
Blood quickly gathered on the ground.
Another hard knock.
Kaka... bang bang...
All limbs were severed.
Song Sanxi would not let go of anyone Huang Changyong's men could fight.
All disabled!
When I finished my work, I was out of breath and sweating.
This body is so scummy!
He immediately opened the door, rushed into the house, and went straight to the bedroom.
Turning the door handle, it opened.
He opened the door instantly and took a quick look.
Su Yourong was in bed, unconscious.
Beautiful new nightgown, exposing her slender legs.
Everything is fine.
Chapter completed!