After a burst of weapons clashed and sparks shot out, Di Shilun suddenly waved his arm, pulled it out in an arc, and then swept it out with his kick!
All the weapons in the hands of the four gangsters fell to the ground with a sound. Their wrists all suffered varying degrees of stab wounds, and they had no strength to hold the knives anymore.
On the other side, the pork guy also just knocked the three thieves to the ground. This speed really made Di Shilun couldn't help but look at him differently.
At this time, a big yellow dog whined twice, ran over, picked up a finger from the ground, and ate it. The gangster who was the leader was so frightened that he cried: "Dead dog, give me back my finger, give me back my finger."
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"Boss, let's go, we are no match at all!" The group was all injured. Knowing that they were no match for Di Shilun and the others, they quickly dragged the boss whose ribs were broken and ran away in despair.
"Hey, get out of here. If you dare to come here to cause trouble again, I, Zhu Biao, will never show mercy again!" Zhu Biao scolded while wiping the sweat from his face.
Di Shilun was too lazy to chase the group. He patted Zhu Biao on the shoulder and said, "Thank you, brother. Thank you for your help."
Zhu Biao smiled heartily and said: "No thanks, it's my duty to draw out my sword to help when there is injustice on the road!"
Lin Kexin was amused by Zhu Biao's honest and honest look, and said: "Brother Zhu Biao, you look like a hero. If there were more people like you, the world would be peaceful."
"No way, the world is in chaos. Besides, there can't be too many people like me, otherwise what will the police do? Hahahaha!" Zhu Biao laughed to himself and suddenly looked very serious.
He held Di Shilun's hand in admiration and said: "Then again, after so many years of being a swordsman in Fallen Street, this is the first time I have met someone who can draw a sword faster than me. Little brother, you
What does home do? You look fair and clean, and you don’t look like a pig butcher."
"He is Di Shilun, the president of Wanguo Group!" Someone in the crowd suddenly recognized Di Shilun, which immediately caused a lot of girls to scream.
Lin Kexin suddenly panicked, as if she was even more panicked than when she met the gangster just now, and whispered: "Husband, let's find a way to escape quickly..."
"Run away? Why are you running away?" Before Di Shilun could finish his words, a group of women crowded around him. Some asked for his signature with photos, some held his hands and asked for a photo, and some even wanted to forcefully hug him...
The various voices of girls screaming with excitement made Di Shilun finally understand why Lin Kexin had such a nervous look on her face.
At this time, Lin Kexin had no choice but to play the role of a bodyguard, pushing the women away and saying: "Calm down, everyone, you have the wrong person. He is not Di Shilun, he is just a copycat. What do you think, who is really
Why did Di Shilun come to the Fallen Street, right? The real Di Shilun had a bodyguard every three steps he took out. Did he have one? He didn't, right? He is my husband, he is really my husband, don't make a mistake.
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"Tch, where did this woman come from? Do you want to dominate alone? It's hard to come across this once, get out of the way!" A woman with infinite strength grabbed Lin Kexin and threw her out.
Di Shilun was also dumbfounded at this time. He had never thought that he would actually welcome him with such a hand, which was almost as good as those of the first-line stars.
In desperation, he had no choice but to sign autographs and take photos, but being forcibly hugged by a woman other than Lin Kexin really made him a little bit overwhelmed. However, the bodyguard was not around to escort him, and Lin Kexin was thrown out of the encirclement, and he couldn't squeeze in outside.