o as she was now, and if she hadn't attacked Xia Wei Ming three years ago, she wouldn't have suffered three years in prison. She would still be the eldest Miss Jian of Mingzhu City, not this pathetic...She didn't know why she was crying, the only sound in her ear was this man's pained, stifled moans.

Formerly, Shen Xiujin would knock down anyone who threatened him. Now, Shen Xiujin uses his shoulders and back, shielding her from harm.

Jian Tong's nose was sour.

Chapter 296: Protection

Jian Tong's cheeks were damp with the cold sweat from the man before her.

Her nose ached, and she shoved him hard. The man in front of her stumbled two steps back, "Tongtong, don't..."

"It's fine," she reached out and firmly grasped the man's arm as he was about to lift her up. The large man, upon seeing her, grinned menacingly:

"Just when I couldn't reach the main target. You are so sensible. Be good..."

She caught sight of the baseball bat that the fat man had dropped with the corner of her eye. She crouched down and picked it up, then swung it wildly at him in a flurry of blows.

Her fighting technique was clumsy, lacking any strategy. She wasn't sure if she was even hitting him, but at that moment, ten thousand instincts screamed for survival, ten thousand wills surged to resist.

"Get out!"

"Roll!"

"Stay back!"

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

The crazed baseball bats came crashing down towards Zhou from all directions, like a hailstorm.

"Get out!" she screamed, each word tearing at her throat.

She forgot, forgot how long it had been since she'd resisted so fiercely and directly.

That year, newly confined to a strange 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 stop resisting, to become a walking corpse.

And today, as if, she has returned to the her before silence.

Her hands were trembling, but she gripped the baseball bat tightly, swinging it wildly at the approaching shadows. Some swings missed, others connected, and she couldn't tell if she had actually hit any of the thugs.

But at this moment, every swing of the stick brought her a sweet sigh of relief.

She felt a sense of satisfaction, thinking that even if these sticks fell like rain, they could still hurt those hooligans.

The leader of the thugs reacted quickly. He was hit with a club, and anger welled up in his chest. When he came to, he let out a curse, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to step forward. As he looked up, he saw a scene of utter chaos before him.

That woman, she was acting like a lunatic, smashing things randomly. This amount of damage couldn't possibly hurt those several big men. She just didn't look at anything, in any direction, or at anyone. She just smashed everything around her and the man.

Even though he didn't really hurt any of them, just wildly swinging and hitting around like that, they were still too scared to come closer because of this blind stick.

"Damn it!" The ringleader, spat on the ground viciously, his eyes gleaming like a wolf's, and swung his baseball bat menacingly.

"Who are you trying to scare"

Big guy, we brothers take one each.

The fat man finally reacted and rushed over, snatching the stick from Jian Tong's hands. Of course, he also took several blows from the stick.

The moment he got his hands on the baseball bat, the ringleader swung it straight at Jian Tong's shoulder with real malice.

As things were about to be accomplished, someone rushed in from the side, clumsy as a bull, tightly gripping his waist, "Tongtong, run!"

Shen Xiuqin's strength at this moment was extraordinary. He grabbed the leading thug, holding him tightly in a vice grip, unable to move.

"Tontong, run!"

Jian Tong was dumbfounded, standing there, frozen like a statue.

Before him, the man tightly held the little thug and yelled at her to run.

His feet were stuck to the ground, as if nails had been driven into them.

The fat man, clutching a baseball bat, hesitated.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I accidentally blocked the way of a large person.

In [City Name], the city's nighttime patrol cars almost always patrol at specific times and locations along predetermined routes every night. Each district has its own fixed checkpoints.

In the distance, the sound of a patrol car approached, and several hoodlums' faces changed color simultaneously.

The leader of the thugs glared angrily at the man who still held onto his waist, his face etched with urgency. "Let go!" He didn't have time to waste, he swung his stick and brought it down with a thud—

"Let go!"

Bang—

"I'm teaching you to let go, aren't you going to die"

Knock, knock, knock——

Jian Tong seemed to come back to her senses, somehow finding strength she didn't know she had, and bolted towards the alley entrance.

"Help—"

The big guy roared in anger:

"Fatty! Stop her! Be careful, she'll bring the patrol car!"

The fat man was surprisingly quick this time, he dashed forward and quickly covered Jian Tong's mouth.

"Uh..."

The big guy immediately ran over, "Damn! Wasn't she supposed to have a broken leg She's running pretty fast!"

"Come on, a little faster, let her get out!"

As he spoke, he slapped Jian Tong's face: "I told you to run! You only know how to cause trouble for us! It's no wonder people don't like you!"

I glanced at Fatty again: "Fatty, you're a nimble fatty, doing a good job. It's just as well that you're quick on your feet, otherwise—"

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

Many people are still shaken by it.

Jian Tong was hopeless.

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

The big guy seemed to be provoked by her words, raising the stick in his hand: "You think you're tough! Just wait! I'll break one of your arms."

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

"Your arm is about to be parted from you.

Well, is there anything you'd like to say

Jian Tong held her head high, her eyes red with anger.

"Don't hit children!"

Change, at this moment, occurred.

In the eyes of those tough guys, the clumsy man, as if divinely aided, grabbed their big brother's waist and flipped him over.

> As strong as an ox, nothing more.ly misunderstood. I mean, your technique and movements are too awkward.If you must say that a man from the Eastern Emperor taught you, then I can only say that he is no good.Jian Tong was stunned... W...