After Zhang Ruoyu pushed the door and got out of the car, he closed the door with his backhand.
Seeing this scene, Han Jiangxue's heart trembled slightly.
This man wants to protect himself?
Want to face those six desperadoes licking blood from their knives alone?
Is this still the same arrogant soldier who talks about running a train?
Are you still that bastard who is so angry all the time and wants to piss himself to death?
Since her father ran away from home ten years ago, Han Jiangxue seems to have grown up overnight.
She seeks for herself in everything and no longer relies on anyone.
In the past ten years, she has come through step by step through her own hard work, talent, and perseverance.
Suddenly there was a man protecting her from the wind and rain, especially Zhang Ruoyu, which made her feel all kinds of things.
"Come, come here."
Zhang Ruoyu waved to the stick-wielding young man directly in front of him.
The young man was provoked by Zhang Ruoyu and immediately roared: "I'll kill you!"
The iron rod swung and hit Zhang Ruoyu's head.
Snap!
Before the iron rod could fall, Zhang Ruoyu slapped him.
In an instant, there was a loud bang in the young man's head, and half of his face instantly swelled into a pig's head.
Immediately, Zhang Ruoyu grabbed the young man's hair and slammed his head against the car.
Bang!
Bang bang!
After successive impacts, the young man's body collapsed to the ground, like a puddle of mud.
"Come here."
Zhang Ruoyu waved to the second young man.
But he felt it was too slow, so he glanced at the five people and said calmly: "Come here, everyone."
The five people were frightened and took a few steps back.
Not to mention Zhang Ruoyu's dirty tricks, just that slap made everyone look stupid.
How can a slap break a mouth full of teeth?
How can a slap crook the bridge of a person's nose?
Are you a monster?
They refused to come, and Zhang Ruoyu walked up without asking for help.
He was holding an iron rod in his hand, and he hit his legs and his head.
In just about thirty seconds, this menacing gang of desperadoes were all knocked down, and they were unable to even scream.
Zhang Ruoyu took care of them, turned around and opened the car door, reaching out to Han Jiangxue who was pretending to be calm: "Give me the phone."
"I have already called the police." Although Han Jiangxue said so, she still handed the phone to Zhang Ruoyu.
"Prodigal women, are you calling the police to arrest me?" Zhang Ruoyu took the phone and checked the number. "I think this is an over-defense. Your divorce method is quite dark."
While he was talking, he had already found Han Shixiao’s number.
After getting through, Han Shixiao's urgent voice came from the other side: "How is Miss?"
"How long will it take to get there?" Zhang Ruoyu stood by the bridge railing and lit a cigarette with an expressionless face.
"Three minutes." Han Shixiao's heart trembled.
This kid actually knew he was coming?
"Hurry up, she's calling the police." Zhang Ruoyu cut off the phone and blew out a smoke ring.
Han Shixiao said it would be three minutes, but Zhang Ruoyu arrived before he could finish smoking a cigarette.
More than a dozen cars swarmed to protect the crime scene.
Several young men in suits who had fallen to the ground were carried into the car, and even the blood stains on the scene were quickly cleaned away.
Judging from the methods, they are all veterans.
Han Shixiao looked out the window and made sure that Han Jiangxue only had a scratch on his forehead and was not seriously injured, then walked towards Zhang Ruoyu with lingering fear.
"Thank you, if you weren't in the car this time -"
Snap!
Before Han Shixiao finished speaking, Zhang Ruoyu slapped his face with a backhand that had not yet healed.
Seeing this scene, Han Shixiao's followers became anxious again, but thinking about last night, they all dared to be angry and dare not speak.
"Before marriage, her life or death has nothing to do with me. How you want to protect her is your business, I don't care."
Zhang Ruoyu pinched the butt of the cigarette and took one last puff, then flicked it with his fingertips and threw it into the sea.
"Now, she is my wife. When she dies, I am called a widow, and I have to wear sackcloth and keep vigil."
Zhang Ruoyu's face lost the frivolousness last night, and he looked at Han Shixiao with a look that penetrated his bones.
Han Shixiao's heart beat rapidly and he said in a low voice: "Good fight."
After that, he took out his cigarettes, handed one to Zhang Ruoyu, and then lit it for him with his own hands.
"If something happens to the young lady, I won't be able to see my godfather."
Han Shixiao lit a cigarette for himself.
Men don't necessarily need to use their mouths every time. It's often easier and more effective to use hands.
"Thank you." Han Shixiao said again.
The young lady's encounter this time was too dangerous. If Zhang Ruoyu hadn't been there, she might have lost her life.
He imagined many endings on the way here, and no matter which one, he broke into a cold sweat.
"Keep an eye on it." Zhang Ruoyu stood on the bridge, overlooking the night view of the seaside. "We have only been married for one day. If she really dies, people will say that I suppressed my wife."
Han Shixiao was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily: "I understand."
There are so many thoughts in my heart.
When I met Zhang Ruoyu last night, he gave me a bad feeling. Even if the Beimang Army had the truth, Han Shixiao didn't like him.
But tonight, he had a different view of Zhang Ruoyu.
There was even an inexplicable misconception that the elite men from the North came to see him not because of the so-called comradeship, but because they really admired the cook.
"What do you plan to do with them?" Zhang Ruoyu asked casually.
When Han Shixiao heard this, he raised his eyebrows.
He vaguely guessed something, but wasn't sure.
After all, the person standing in front of him was a recently retired cook, and his uniform was still warm.
After all, he and himself are not from the same world.
Some people say too much, which actually hurts him.
Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Ruoyu spoke: "They smell of blood."
Han Shixiao's heart trembled and he looked at Zhang Ruoyu with some suspicion.
But Zhang Ruoyu said nothing more, threw away the cigarette butt and said: "I'm leaving first, you wipe your ass."
Han Shixiao nodded thoughtfully, refilled himself with a cigarette, and leaned against the bridge railing in deep thought.
"Boss, let's withdraw first."
After dealing with the scene, a close confidant stepped forward with anger written on his brow: "Those guys, should we deal with them according to the old rules?"
The so-called old rule is to use torture first, regardless of whether it can pry open the mouth, cut off the hands and feet, and drive out of Binhai.
"No." Han Shixiao shook his head lightly, finally understanding the meaning of Zhang Ruoyu's words.
The smell of blood on your body means you are carrying a human life on your back.
"Don't let them speak again." Han Shixiao said coldly.
The confidant was stunned for a moment, then took the order and left.
"Is this guy really a cook?" Han Shixiao muttered to himself as he stared at the Porsche that was moving away.
