"I, I...Xiaojie, I seem to have hit someone?" Ling Xuejiu's face turned pale with fright, and he stuttered a bit. Although the other person was crossing the highway on the highway, even if he was hit, he would only have to pay some money.
, plus her grandfather's relationship, nothing will happen to her. However, this girl is a typical sharp-tongued girl with a very kind heart. If she really wants to kill someone, she will definitely feel guilty for the rest of her life.
"Ah, Snow Eagle, do you really mean it?" Li Mengjie was surprised.
"Quickly go down and take a look!" Ling Xuejiu quickly opened the car door and walked out. Li Mengjie got off from the other side.
The two girls walked to the car and took a look. Sure enough, there was actually a person lying in front of the car. Since he was lying face down, they couldn't see clearly what he looked like. But judging from the tattered clothes on his body, he should look like someone.
He is a beggar.
Looking at each other, Ling Xuejiao's face turned paler. She was extremely nervous and said fearfully: "Xiaojie, touch him and see if he can move."
"Ah, I, I'm afraid of Snow Vulture, you'd better touch him." Li Mengjie took two steps back in fear.
After all, the person hit him by himself, so Ling Xuejiu had no choice but to squat down, push the opponent's shoulders twice with his hands, and said: "Hey, are you okay?" But he didn't move.
"Xuejiu, I think it's better to call the police." Li Mengjie said.
"Okay... okay." Ling Xuejiao took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call. Suddenly, the beggar turned around and pointed a high imitation Glock 17 at Ling Xuejiao, his face looked dirty.
He went up, showed a sinister smile, and said: "Miss Ling, bring the phone over here." As he spoke, he got up from the ground.
"Ah..." Li Mengjie screamed in fear and said, "Who are you?"
The man glanced at Li Mengjie, his eyes lit up in a trance, and he said to himself, "We can't move the surnamed Ling, but this girl is also on point..." Just as he was about to speak, Ling Xuejiu suddenly struck the man with a fierce kick.
On the wrist, the pistol fell to the ground, and then there was another chain of hind legs, hitting the opponent's chest, kicking the fake beggar flying two or three meters, and fell heavily to the ground, howling incessantly.
Glancing at Li Mengjie, whose face was full of panic, Ling Xuejiao said: "Xiaojie, what are you doing standing still? Hurry up and get in the car!"
"It's too late!" Suddenly, four more people rushed up from both sides of the Porsche. They all had pistols in their hands, pointing at Ling Xuejiao and Li Mengjie. One of them, a man with a flat head and two gold teeth, said: "It is rumored that Ling Da
The young lady is an 8th-dan judo master. When I saw you today, she is indeed very skilled. But now that we have guns in our hands, I advise you to follow us obediently."
Ling Xuejiu looked back at the flat-headed man. Although she was very nervous, she had to bite the bullet and pretend to be calm when the situation came to pass. She said immediately: "Who are you? How do you know my surname is Ling?"
"Haha." The flat-headed man laughed and said, "I'm just a little gangster. I don't need to mention my name. As for your grandfather Ling Tian, of course I'm afraid, but there are others who will take care of him, so I don't have to be too concerned.
Don't worry about it. Okay, stop talking nonsense and come with us." As soon as he waved his hand, two men immediately ran over, pointed their guns at Ling Xuejiu and Li Mengjie, and said with a gloomy face: "Let's go!
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"Snow Vulture!" Li Mengjie glanced at Ling Xue Vulture in fear.