Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"I'd rather spare his dog's life, but he doesn't seem to agree."

The locomotive looked at Leng Lintian coldly, the BMW had been beaten to pieces.

Circles of locomotives nimbly brushed past the BMW, and everyone held an iron rod in their hands and slammed it hard on all parts of the car.

Front cover, roof, windows, rear trunk...

Every place that can be hit is beaten to pieces.

After circling for a while, Leng Lintian slammed on the gas pedal, but the car turned off.

Damn, it's out of gas at this point.

A stream of blood dripped from Leng Lintian's forehead. He had already called someone, and now he was just playing around.

The plan fell through...

He slammed the door open and got out of the car.

Weird screams resounded through the sky, and the motorcycle men held up sticks one by one, circling around him and the BMW car, announcing their victory brazenly.

Leng Lintian wiped away the streak of blood that flowed from his forehead to his eyelashes, then suddenly reached out and grabbed an iron rod that was beckoning him.

The man on the locomotive didn't expect him to catch him, and was almost taken off the locomotive, so he had to give up the stick.

Leng Lintian held the stick with both hands, as if hitting a baseball, and hit it hard towards a passing locomotive.

boom!

The iron rod hit the helmet visor hard, and the motorcycle slammed into the sidewalk and crashed into the guardrail.

Leng Lintian stepped on the front of the car, watched another locomotive approaching at a high speed, and beat it with a stick.

The head of the locomotive frowned, and put Jing Jiaren off his shoulders: "This kid, he has two hits, he's pretty good at it."

"..."

"I'll go meet him."

Leng Lintian was agile, shuttling between the encirclement and suppression of the locomotive, rolling, jumping, flying and splitting.

When the iron rods collided, Leng Lintian would strike without hesitation every time.

One locomotive after another overturned.

hum, hum!

The sound of locomotives converging amplifies in the quiet night, and pedestrians passing by on the side of the road will immediately run away in fright.

Jing Jiaren stood by the side of the road, watching helplessly but unable to help.

Even though Leng Lintian was powerful, when he was fighting, he still took care of him with one stick after another.

Iron rods hit him on his body, on his back, on his head, on his hands...

Every time his body took a stick, Jing Jiaren seemed to hit her heart.

"Leng Lintian, I don't need you to save me, you go!"

"Leng Lintian, if you don't stop, you will be beaten to death..."

Leng Lintian was hit hard on the back of the head with a stick, and fell forward onto the road, with blood flowing down his head for more than ten centimeters.

The head of the locomotive fiddled with the stick, and said with a cold smile: "Boy, have you tasted the pain?"

"..."

"You flower protector, you are really dedicated to your job. It seems that you will become a 'flower protector' tonight!"

Leng Lintian's vision was blurred for a while, and his five fingers that were lying in a pool of blood moved.

"You're still alive, brothers, call him!"

The locomotives whizzed around him one by one.

Leng Lintian got up in slow motion, supported the ground with a single metal hand, and shook Chaos' head.

Another stick came at him, and he sideways avoided, grabbed the other stick and dragged him off the motorcycle.

The locomotive that lost its control flew out and fell to the ground.

Leng Lintian made a few front flips to get out of the tight encirclement. Every time he was almost killed by the wheel, he flipped the motorcycle on the ground and rode on it.

boom--

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator of the locomotive, Leng Lintian's eyes were bloodthirsty, his purple lips were stained with blood, and he knocked the person who was dragged to the ground away.