the conflict between Summer Butler and this matter before letting it slip, how could I possibly have coaxed the truth out of you with a single sentenceYou just said... you said that you intentionally...Jian Tong's cheeks were wet with a trace of moisture, from the cold sweat on this person's forehead.

Her nose stung, and she pushed him hard. The man in front of her stumbled two steps back, "Tong Tong, don't..."

"It's fine," she reached out, firmly grasping the man's arm as he was about to pull her into his embrace. The hulking figure grinned savagely upon seeing her:

"Just as I was worried about not being able to get my hands on the real person. You're still so sensible. Be a good girl and..."

She caught sight of the baseball bat lying on the ground from the corner of her eye. She crouched down and picked it up, swinging it wildly at the man in front of her without much aim.

Her blows were clumsy and lacked any real technique. She wasn't sure if she was even hitting him, but at this moment, ten thousand instincts screamed for survival, ten thousand desires raged against her captivity.

"Get out!"

"Go away!"

"Don't come any closer!"

"Get out! Can't you hear me!"

The crazed baseball bat swung wildly, smashing outwards in a flurry of blows.

He drank the words "get out" with a heart-wrenching roar.

She had forgotten, forgotten how long it had been since she had resisted so fiercely and directly.

That year, just entering the unfamiliar cage, facing oppression, she fiercely resisted and struggled against it.

I have already forgotten the specific time, forgotten from when, from what day, she began to be silent, to no longer resist, to begin walking like a corpse.

And today, as if, she has returned to that silent her from before.

Her hands trembled, yet she gripped the baseball bat with all her might, swinging it wildly in an attempt to fend off the approaching shadows. Some swings missed their mark, others connected, but she couldn't tell if she'd actually hit any of the thugs.

But at this moment, every swing of the stick brought her a sweet, gasping breath of satisfaction.

She felt exhilarated, feeling that even if these rain-like batons came down, they could still hurt those hoodlums.

The leader of the hoodlums reacted quickly. He was hit with a club, and a surge of anger welled up in his chest. He regained his composure and let out a curse, "Damn!", rolled up his sleeves, and was about to step forward. Just then, he looked up and saw a scene of madness unfolding before him.

That woman, she was acting insane, wildly smashing everything around her. This amount of damage naturally couldn't hurt those few big men. She just didn't look at anything, in what direction she was hitting, or who she was hitting, she just smashed randomly around the man and herself.

Although he didn't manage to do anything serious to them, just swinging wildly and blindly like that was enough to make them hesitant to come any closer.

"Damn it!" The ringleader of the hooligans spat a mouthful of saliva on the ground, his eyes gleaming with malice. He raised his baseball bat menacingly:

"Who are you trying to scare"

Big guy, we brothers each get one.

The fat man finally reacted, rushed up and snatched the stick from Jian Tong's hand. Of course, he also took several blows to the stick.

The moment he got his hands on the baseball bat, the ringleader of the gang swung it right at Jian Tong's shoulder. It was brutal, a real show of force aimed straight for his vulnerable spot.

Just as things were about to be finalized, someone came charging in from the side. Clumsy as an ox, they grabbed his waist tightly and shouted, "Tong Tong, run!"

Shen Xiujin's strength was extraordinary at this moment. He seized the leading ruffian, pinning him in a vise-like grip, rendering him completely immobile.

"Tongtong, run!"

Jian Tong was stunned, standing still, like a wooden chicken for a moment.

Right before my eyes, the man held onto the little hooligan tightly, while urging her to run away.

My feet were nailed to the ground, unable to move.

The fat man clutched the baseball bat, unable to bring himself to swing it.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but I accidentally blocked the way of that big guy.

In S city, the patrol cars for nighttime security almost always drive along a set route at fixed times every night. Each district has its own designated checkpoints.

In the distance, the sound of a patrol car reached their ears, and several hooligans' faces changed color at once.

The leader of the thugs glared angrily at the man who was still clinging tightly to his waist, his face full of urgency, "Let go!" He didn't have time to waste. He raised his club and swung it down, with a resounding bang—

"Let go!"

Bang—

"Let go, do you want to die!"

Bang bang bang——

Jian Tong seemed to have come back to her senses, with an unknown surge of energy, she sprinted toward the alleyway entrance.

"Help—"

The big guy angrily roared:

"Fatty! Stop her! Be careful, she's going to attract the patrol cars—"

At this time, the fat man was quick-witted. He darted forward and quickly covered Jian Tong's mouth.

"Ugh—"

The big guy immediately ran over, "Damn! Didn't she say her leg was broken She runs fast enough!"

"Come on, faster! Don't let her get away!"

As she spoke, she slapped Jian Tong's face: "I told you to run! You just get us into trouble! No wonder people don't like you!"

"Took another look at Fatty: 'Fatty, you're a nimble fatty, doing a good job. It's a good thing you're quick on your feet, or else—'"

The patrol car's lights flashed past the entrance of the alley.

Several people were shaken.

Jian Tong was utterly hopeless.

"Man proposes, God disposes." She muttered in vain.

The big man seemed to be angered by her words, raising the stick in his hand: “Don’t play tough with me! Just wait! I’ll break your arm.”

The sound of the patrol car faded into the distance, and Da Ge wasn't as tense as he had been. He even had the time to sneer:

"This arm of yours is about to be separated from you. "

Well, is there anything you want to say

Jian Tong gritted her teeth, her eyes red.

"Don't hit children!"

A change, happened at this time.

In the eyes of those hoodlums, that clumsy man, as if divinely aided, held onto their boss's waist and flipped him over with a swift motion.

Strong as an ox, that's all there is to it.

Still clumsy, but slammed the perpetrator to the ground.

A gust of wind blew past my head, and a big guy swung a high-raised stick. Someone pulled him from behind, and he clumsily bumped into me.

Indeed, the fight was completely chaotic.

But recklessly, he crashed into her.

Before the big guy could even utter a "Damn", he was knocked to the ground. He was stunned for a moment, wondering how this simpleton had managed to overpower him.

The fat man ran up, and when he looked up, his whole face fell.

In the night, he looked up and was met with a pair of terrifying eyes. Bloodshot red, they were horrifying. More frightening still, within those eyes, there were two deep black pupils, cold and merciless, gleaming with murderous intent.

At that instant, Fatty suddenly felt a chilling clarity in his mind: this person was truly capable of killing!

That terrifying man, with a resolute and fierce expression, said to him, "I won't hit you! You didn't hit Tongtong."

The fat man was so scared by that look that a shiver ran down his spine.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you." After he finished speaking, he realized what a stupid thing he had said and looked embarrassed.

"Fatso! Don't let them go! Or we're all screwed!" The leader of the thugs, who hadn't quite passed out yet, barked orders at Fatso while tilting his head back.

The fatty immediately trembled with fear... Yeah, he couldn't let them go, or else all of them would be finished!The woman waved her hand: "It's nothing, Zhao Zhao, help me up, I feel a little dizzy after sleeping."After he spoke, a sugar cube was placed in front of the woman. "Boss, you're just experiencing low...