Wang Lingjie did not dare to look at Yuan Dongdong and just said: "Yuan Dongdong, I know you are a very nice person, but I think we are not suitable for each other."
Not suitable?
Yuan Dongdong smiled.
"Really?"
Yuan Dongdong's throat was a little dry and his voice was a little hoarse.
Before Wang Lingjie could answer, the young man said impatiently: "Of course it's true. I've made it clear now. Get the hell out of here. If you dare to come to Lingjie again in the future, I will destroy you!"
"I'm talking to Lingjie, what's the matter with you?"
Yuan Dongdong's voice was extremely cold. If possible, he would kill the man in front of him who was trying to steal his love.
"Okay, okay, someone dares to talk back to me here, it's not easy!"
The young man laughed angrily, walked up to Yuan Dongdong, and whispered with a sinister smile on his face: "I tell you, she is actually my woman. Although she looks gentle on the outside, she is very crazy on the inside. But don't worry,
I won’t have much interest in this kind of stuff. When I get tired of playing with it, I will return it to you! Haha!”
"I kill you!"
Yuan Dongdong's eyes suddenly turned red, and he punched the opponent, causing his nose to bleed and fall to the ground. He pounced on the young man like a crazy leopard, punching and kicking him.
"Yuan Dongdong, what are you doing?
Why did you hit someone?
Come here, Wenjie, are you okay?
Come quickly, we’re going to beat you up!”
Wang Lingjie on the side saw her sweetheart being beaten with blood on her face, and she screamed in fright.
Immediately after this shouting, a group of fat and strong young people ran over, pulled Yuan Dongdong to the ground and beat and kicked him. The young man who asked Zhang Wenjie got up from the ground and shouted angrily: "Kill him to death! Damn it!"
, how dare you hit me!"
Wang Lingjie ran over, took his hand and asked, "Wenjie, are you okay?"
Bang! There was a crisp sound, bitch, Zhang Wenjie slapped Wang Lingjie on the face, and said to Wang Lingjie who was stunned by the slap: "You stinky, if it weren't for your wild man, how could I get beaten?"
Wang Lingjie covered her face with a look of disbelief. She didn't understand why the man who just said he would love her to death would hit her.
Although Yuan Dongdong became much stronger after military training, unfortunately, the people who besieged him were very skilled. After a few hits, his face was covered with blood and he was close to coma.
On the other side, Zhao Jiaolong successfully attracted the attention of two girls with his strong physique. Xu Yang and Chu Jiangnan on the side were gritting their teeth in anger.
Damn it, a fat guy and a guy as tall as a gorilla are lucky enough to be in love, but no one cares about these two handsome guys. It’s really unreasonable.
The two of them walked around angrily, preparing to find their target. Suddenly, they saw seven or eight young men beating a person. The person being beaten looked familiar.
"Tch, fighting seven or eight against one is nothing. I can fight against seven or eight by myself. Damn it, isn't that a fat man?"
The two finally recognized that it was Yuan Dongdong, and immediately shouted at the top of their lungs: "Damn it, Zhao Nihao, the fat man got beaten."
Zhao Jiaolong was bragging with two girls. When he saw Yuan Dongdong being beaten, he immediately rushed over and shouted: "Damn it, you dare to hit my brother!"
He kicked a young man to the ground and was followed by a flurry of punches and kicks. However, the young man who fell to the ground quickly covered his vitals with his hands and did not suffer much damage. It was clear from a glance that his skills were not simple.
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At this time, another young man rushed over and kicked Zhao Jiaolong on the back. The kick was so powerful that Zhao Jiaolong fell to the ground. Immediately, two young men rushed over and kicked and punched him.
The blow was so heavy that Zhao Jiaolong's nose was bleeding.
"superior!"
Xu Yang and Chu Jiangnan immediately rushed over, grabbed a guy and beat him to death.
If ordinary people, these seven or eight people are no match for Zhao Jiaolong and others, but these seven or eight young people are well-trained, each of them is very powerful, and their attacks are sharp. Under siege, Zhao Jiaolong actually
He didn't even have the strength to fight back.
Xu Yang knew that if he continued like this, he would be maimed even if he was not beaten to death, so he immediately shouted loudly: "Ji Wufeng, where the hell are you?
I’m going to be beaten to death!”
Ji Wufeng, who was not far away, heard this, and his face suddenly darkened. Damn, I just had a fight, why did they also do it?
A large group of people were watching, some sympathetic and some gloating. A young man next to him had a bleeding nose and shouted with a ferocious look on his face: "Fuck me, beat me. Beat me to death!"
I saw seven or eight young men beating four boys. The four boys fell to the ground, their faces covered in blood, their heads in their hands, and their bodies curled up.
One of the fat boys had a face full of pain and said nothing. The young man with a nosebleed was furious and shouted: "Pick him up!"
The two young men immediately drove the little fat man to him. The young man slapped the little fat man on the face, causing the blood on his face to splash out.
"Damn it, you're a pig and you're worthy of snatching a woman from me. Even if it's a woman I don't want, you can't pick it up!"
The young man slapped the little fat man's face one after another. His face was swollen and disfigured, and blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth.
The little fat man remained silent, staring at the girl behind the young man, with a look of pain on his face, and why?
The girl couldn't bear it. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look, but she didn't say a word.
When the other big man saw the little fat man being humiliated, he shouted crazily: "Damn it, you'd better kill me, or my brother will come later and skin you alive!"
These four people were Zhao Jiaolong and others, and the young man with the nosebleed was Zhang Wenjie.
Zhang Wenjie sneered: "Damn it, if you still dare to speak harshly now, let's destroy one of his legs first!"
A young man laughed ferociously, raised his foot and stepped on the big man's calf, saying: "Boy, if you don't ask around, are you the one who can offend our young master Zhang Wenjie?
Let me destroy one of your legs first so that you can have a long memory!"
These seven or eight young men were not just a mob, and they were vicious. With this kick, Zhao Jiaolong's legs would definitely be broken. Some girls couldn't help but cover their eyes, not wanting to see this cruel scene.
Click! There was a crisp sound of broken bones, followed by a scream like a slaughtered pig.
But what surprised everyone was that it was not Zhao Jiaolong who screamed, but the young man. He fell to the ground holding his bent legs and howled miserably.
And at some point a young man appeared on the field with a cold face and murderous intent in his eyes.
"Fuck him, kill him first!"
Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway, and Zhang Wenjie was furious and shouted at the top of his lungs.
The remaining young men immediately gave up on Zhao Jiaolong and others, and all rushed towards Ji Wufeng with ferocious looks.
