"Don't be gentle with a beautiful woman, just don't take this arm." A man with a gentle voice stepped out from behind Li Wanyang, held the arm of the little gangster, and easily threw him aside.

Another bastard looked at the man who suddenly came out, and his eyes flashed a little surprise and panic: "Who is your TM? Don't meddle, or Lao Tzu will waste you."

"Waste me? Well, I'd like to see if it's your speed or the speed of the police. Wenrun man looked at the mobile phone and said slowly.

Both of them were afraid, looked at each other, and could only hate to leave.

When...