A young Nigerian man wearing only a camisole and covered in tattoos threatened Yang Haoran.
The muscles on the young man's body are bulging and he is quite strong.
Soon, the people around him dispersed, obviously wary of the tattooed young man, and the noisy bar suddenly became quiet.
In addition to the tattooed young man, there were two other groups who did not move away, looking at the squirming Yumi Yuki in Yang Haoran's arms with lewd expressions.
One of the group was two young men with dyed yellow hair, looking like ruffians on their faces.
"Boy, be obedient and give that girl to us. I won't argue with you."
The other group consisted of a young man followed by two younger brothers.
The young man looked playful: "Have you ever heard of the Black Scale Group? You should know how to do it!"
Feeling the threat from three parties, Yang Haoran's expression remained as usual.
Instead of showing any fear, he provocatively stroked Yumi Yumi's soft cheeks with his hand, and then held it under her round chin.
Ji Xiangyumi, whose eyes were blurred, chuckled and hugged Yang Haoran tighter.
Yumi's posture made the three groups even more itchy, and at the same time, their fiery eyes all fell on Yang Haoran.
"Asshole! No one dares to snatch a woman from me, boy, you are looking for death!"
The young man from the Black Scale Group said angrily, but did not take any real action.
Obviously he didn't want the other two groups to take advantage.
The yellow-haired young man sneered: "Yamamoto Kashiwa, our brothers and the Black Scale team are not having fun. How about this, let's join forces, and this girl belongs to the three of us!"
Before Yamamoto Kisashi could reply, the tattooed young man snorted coldly.
"This girl is mine. No one of you can touch her. Anyone who touches her will be my enemy, Kimura Liu Nao!"
Yang Haoran felt Yumi Yuki's rubbing in his arms and watched the show quietly.
I can't help but sigh at the strong folk customs in Nigeria. Such blatant snatching of women can happen. No wonder people say that Nigerians are an uncivilized nation. There is indeed a reason.
The two yellow-haired youths did not react, but Yamamoto Kisashi's pupils shrank.
"Are you Kimura Nao? Are you here to trouble me?"
Kimura Liu Nao had a cold face: "I want to cause trouble for you, but I also want to take this girl away. Isn't your Black Scale team very powerful? I'll let you come together!"
Some people around him were already exclaiming and talking.
"The name Kimura Nao sounds so familiar, what does he do?"
"I haven't even heard of Kimura Nao, how did you get away with it? He is a ruthless person who appeared recently. I heard that he was a mercenary and specialized in the business of gangsters. At his peak, he defeated the Black Scale Group by himself.
More than a dozen people.”
Yamamoto Kisashi looked at the two yellow-haired youths: "Join forces and deal with him first!"
The two yellow-haired young men took a step back at the same time: "I'm not interested. Since it's your business, our brothers are not interested!"
Yamamoto Muzai's face darkened, and he called to his two younger brothers: "Take care of him first!"
Before he finished speaking, the three of them moved toward Kimura Liu Nao to outflank him.
Unexpectedly, Kimura Runao was faster. He kicked one of them over and then pounced on the other one. He started dancing.
Yang Haoran chuckled, and the sound of Yumi Yuki's slightly rapid breathing could be heard in his ears.
Kimura Runao is almost at the level of the Anjin stage, while Yamamoto Kisa only has the strength of the Anjin stage, so he is destined to suffer.
Sure enough, after a loud crashing sound, all three of them, Yamamoto Kisashi, were lying on the ground rolling.
The two yellow-haired youths who were very arrogant just now had already disappeared without a trace after seeing that the momentum was not right.
Kimura Liu walked straight towards Yang Haoran and said coldly: "Let that girl go and get out!"
Yang Haoran glanced at him indifferently, hugged Yumi Yuki with one arm and walked towards the door of the bar.
"Boy, are you deaf? You are looking for death!"
Kimura Liu Nao was very angry, walked a few steps quickly, raised his iron fist and hit Yang Haoran on the back of the head.
Yang Haoran didn't even need to look back, he lifted his legs and passed over. Kimura's straight body suddenly flew up and flew backwards.
Everyone around was exclaiming and quickly got out of the way.
In a hotel room in Daban City, Yumi Yuki was still in a dazed state, wrapped around Yang Haoran like a water snake.
That rosy face is like a ripe apple, tempting people to take a bite.
In particular, Yumi Noka was dressed very coolly, and her snow-white skin was mostly exposed to the air, exuding a heart-stirring scent.
Yang Haoran's heart pounded for a while, and he quickly recited the Ancestor's Jingjing Sutra silently, and finally calmed down.
What Taoist masters is a boy's skill, which relies entirely on an innate pure yang energy. If he loses his virginity now, wouldn't the hard work of more than 20 years be in vain?
Yang Haoran couldn't help but do the math. It seemed that he would be able to perfect his Innate Boy Skill in about a year, and then there would no longer be this restriction.
When Yang Haoran was having wild thoughts, Yumi Yumi, who was unconscious, threw herself on Yang Haoran again, and then naturally pressed Yang Haoran underneath her.
Yang Haoran immediately felt that his blood flow was accelerating. This was forcing Master Dao to make a mistake!
Is this okay? Yang Haoran quickly turned over, pressed Yumi Yuki under him, and was immediately stunned.
Then he stretched out his finger and touched Yumi's sleeping point.
As Norika Yumi's limbs went limp, Yang Haoran finally reluctantly got out and let out a sigh of relief.
Only then did he realize to his embarrassment that the struggle just now was more tiring than a fight, and he was actually sweating all over.
One morning came, and the warm sunshine shone through the glass window onto the big bed in the hotel.
Yumi Yuki moaned a few times and woke up leisurely, only to find that there was an extra quilt on her body.
The back of a man appeared in front of the window, seeming to be sighing.
Obviously, this was not the first time that Yumi Norika had experienced such a thing. She neither yelled nor felt strange.
After just sensing his body, he frowned.
"Hey, that man, you picked me up? Why didn't you do anything? Looking at you sighing, you can't do it, right?"
Yang Haoran's mouth twitched, is this Nigerian woman so wild?
"I just don't want to take advantage of others' danger. Do you think they are all like your Nigerian men, like beasts?"
Yang Haoran turned to look at Yumi Yuki, who looked at Yang Haoran's handsome and young face and showed a very satisfied smile.
"Then I am voluntary now, do you want to give it a try?"
