In her memory, her father had never said so many words to her.
When she was a child, she was afraid of him and did not dare to talk to him. When she grew up, she went to the army and had no chance to talk.
Later, she traveled around the world and almost never came home for a year. Even if she went back, the two of them would inevitably quarrel, and then she simply stopped going back.
She never thought that his father would one day tell her not to come back again.
Her mind was confused and she walked forward aimlessly. It was late at night and the night was as cold as water. The place she went to gradually became deserted.
By the time she came to her senses, she was already blocked by a group of gangsters in the alley at the back door of the bar. The young man with yellow hair at the head held a knife in his hand, pressed it against her neck and said: "Be smart, take your wallet."
Take it out!"
Xu Zui raised his head in a daze and looked at the man in front of him, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
When she was in a bad mood, someone came to her to be beaten. God was indeed on her side.
Just when she was about to knock the person to the ground with a whip, a young male voice came from the back door of the hotel: "What...are you doing?!"
The voice smelled of alcohol, young and familiar.
Xu Zui turned around and saw Mo Ling drunkenly leaning on a young lady, staring at this side with his eyes open: "You dare to rob under my nose, you are so impatient?!"
He could no longer stand still, but his aura was very strong. The gangsters were frightened by him, and they quickly came back to their senses. They knew that there was just a drunken paper tiger over there, and they walked over with a fierce look.
Pushing away the young lady standing next to him, he looked at him and said, "The clothes are good, they are all brand-name goods. Are you also a rich person? Can you borrow some money to spend some time?"
Although Mo Ling was drunk, the young master still had a very good temper. When he heard what he said, he raised his fist and punched him: "I'll lend you a bitch from your mother!"
The young lady standing behind him screamed and ran away.
Xu Zui held his forehead a little weakly and looked at the melee over there.
Mo Ling also learned from fighting since he was a child. There will also be a special martial arts coach at home to teach the two brothers how to fight, so that they can have room to resist if they are kidnapped one day. In addition, Mo Ling has been playing the game since he was a child.
I'm used to it, and I was the troublemaker in school, so fights were commonplace.
He can win against three, he can tie against five, this against ten...
In addition, he was drunk and his movements were not as flexible as before. Xu Zui looked at someone being pinned to the ground and beaten violently by a few gangsters, and hesitated whether he should save him or not.
This book says that heroes save beauties, but now that beautiful women save heroes, it would be a bit embarrassing to spread the word, right?
Seeing a gangster pull out an empty wine bottle from the garbage pile nearby and smash it on Mo Ling's head, she couldn't sit still. The silver whip looked like a silver snake in the dim light, like a bolt of lightning.
He smashed it over, rolled up the wine bottle, and smashed it against the wall!
"Bang!"
The huge cracking sound stunned everyone.
Xu Zui slowly walked over and stood in front of the group of people. She smiled slightly, with a faint murderous look on her extremely beautiful face in the dim alley: "While I'm in a good mood, can you guys get out of here?"
"Fuck! You stinky bitch..."
"Boss...Boss, wait a minute!" A young gangster with sharp eyes took the leader's hand and gestured to the wall beside him with his eyes, "Look at this..."