The driver called the police and stopped Yang Zimei and others, preventing them from leaving because the young man had an argument with them before jumping out of the window.
What's more, the combination of Yang Zimei and his team is super weird.
One has the appearance of an old god with white hair and beard, a celestial spirit, the other looks slovenly and has a broken arm and looks like a fake Taoist priest, and the other is holding a white fox-like puppy in his arms, which is beautiful
A girl with aura like a fairy coming out of a painting.
Logically speaking, these three people should not be together, but they are. It is really strange and evil.
Therefore, the driver and others naturally suspected that the young man's accident was definitely related to their group.
The young man's name was Li Gui. His legs were broken, and he was in pain with tears and nose running. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, dialed a number, said a few words, and then stared at Yang Zimei fiercely.
About five minutes later, there were many rumbling sounds of motorcycles on the road. Ten motorcycles came, each carrying two people. They all looked like gangsters and had fighting weapons in their hands.
Steel pipes or something.
People who originally got off the car to watch the excitement were so frightened that they hurriedly got into the car and asked the driver to drive away quickly.
The driver also felt that trouble was coming, but he did not dare to drive away, fearing that there would be even greater trouble.
The ten motorcycles arrived in a flash, surrounded Li Gui, and shouted: "Master Li, who hurt you, we brothers will avenge you!"
Li Gui pointed at Yang Zimei and the other three, "Beat those two old men to death, and tie that woman up for me."
"okay!"
Those motorcycles began to circle around Yang Zimei and others again, waving steel pipes in their hands and smiling strangely, which was quite scary.
However, Yuqing and others are not ordinary people. They really don't take these gangsters seriously.
"Senior brother, little nephew, how can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife?" Yu Zhenzi said disdainfully.
"Uncle, let me do it, so as not to tire you all." Yang Zimei still felt that a junior like her should do the hard work of beating people.
"It's from a girl's family. Just wait and see. My uncle hasn't practiced for a long time. Let him have some fun. Otherwise, these guys won't know that there is a master outside the mountain." Yu Zhenzi said.
When Yang Zimei saw that he was determined to do this, he stopped insisting.
Let’s let Uncle Master have fun first, and take a look at Uncle Master’s real kung fu.
Uncle Shi's internal energy was lacking, but she could tell that he had some external skills, otherwise his muscles would not be in the shape of cords.
The twenty gangsters became angry when they saw that Yu Qing and others were not panicked at all, and were even talking leisurely.
"Let the fight begin! You will be beaten to death with the support of Mr. Li!" one of them shouted. The reason why they could speak so arrogantly was because of Li Gui's identity. His father was Li Yiyuan, the city's police chief.
The crowd threw their motorcycles aside and surrounded Yang Zimei and the others while holding steel pipes in a menacing manner.
"ah--"
Yuzhenzi shouted, jumped up high, and kicked his legs in a series, like a whirlwind, with a strong leg wind, sweeping towards the twenty people...
Yang Zimei's brows twitched slightly. Although she had not practiced foreign martial arts, she had read a lot of theoretical explanations about foreign martial arts fists, kicks, and swords in Taoist temples.
She recognized her uncle's legs, they were the invincible whirlwind legs of the Tan family...