Sharp Blade Cold Spring

  "Don't go!" The burly man, one of the three, blocked Jian Tong's path.

  The Second Young Master sneered, "What's this? Afraid of losing to me, you want to use a woman as a shield?"

  "Get out of the way, you piece of crap!" Several big men on the bus started cursing and got off the bus. Jian Tong saw that they were all holding rubber clubs over a foot long in their hands.

  The Second Young Master burst out laughing wildly, threw up his hands and shrugged his shoulders. "I'll stay here, are you still not daring to let her go?"

  "Hey kid, back off! What if she calls the cops?"

  The Second Master stretched out his hand towards Jian Tong, "Give me the phone."

  Jian Tong shrank back, "What's going on?" and handed the phone over to him.

  Ershaolong Jian Tong blinked and smiled, suddenly turned around and slammed the phone to the ground! "Bang" The phone was smashed into a pile of parts.

  "Ah!" Jian Tong was heartbroken and couldn't catch his breath for half a day.

  "Are you relieved now?" The Second Master's smile faded away, "Let her go, if you are still men!"

  "What if she goes to look for a public phone?"

  The Second Young Master laughed maniacally, "From here to the nearest public phone, it'll take at least ten minutes. What, can't you take me down in ten minutes? With six against one, you still can't do it?"

  "Grass, one minute is enough!" Several big men roared.

  The Second Young Master raised an eyebrow and sneered coldly, "Are you still not daring to let her go?"

  Third Brother narrowed his eyes and looked at Er Shao, slowly withdrawing the arm that had blocked Jian Tong's path. "Go!"

  Jian Tong was stunned, turned his head to look at Er Shao. In the night lights, he wore a short T-shirt, and his hair fluttered in the wind. Jian Tong's tears filled his eyes, only looking at the playful smile on his face.

  "Go, listen." He softened his tone, sounding like the gentle plucking of a zither in the night. Ding dong, it went straight into Jian Tong's heart.

  Jian Tong gritted her teeth and grasped tightly onto the jacket he had draped over her shoulder, then turned around and ran!

  The Second Young Master smiled faintly as he watched Jian Tong's figure disappear into the distance. He then raised his finger and beckoned to San Ge, "Come on!"

  It was as if a silent command had been given, and several big men wielding rubber batons silently pounced on the Second Young Master! The night was dark and deep, with the walls of the small street lined with the silhouettes of people tangled together in combat. It was like a silent film, both sides exerting their strength, yet neither side made a sound.

  In the dim light, only two young men were seen, their bodies as agile as a dragon, moving nimbly between the gaps of several people. It was like Dongpo dissecting a cow - his elbow turned left and suddenly struck, directly hitting the stomach of the big Han A; his knee bent in sequence and pointed forward, right in the middle of B's soft ribs!

  It was as if it was just a blink of an eye, the second young master agilely walked through several people, and gave each person a clean and efficient strike! None of them were fatal, but they would make everyone extremely uncomfortable, unable to counterattack for half a day.

  Third Brother narrowed his eyes, "Have you been trained?"

  The Second Young Master's face was cold and calm as he smiled, "You're right. What, are you still going to hit me?"

  At this moment, Jian Tong's sharp voice came, "Bastard, I've called the police! Those who don't want to be caught, get out of here!"

  Several big men looked at each other in dismay, and Ershao also raised an eyebrow.

  "Little rascal, you're not keeping your promise!" A big man suddenly pulled out a rubber tube, and it turned out that the tube was hiding a foot-long watermelon knife!

  A cold gleam flashed, and without warning, it chopped towards Second Young Master!