Chapter 89

"Xuemei?"

Lu Xiaolai jumped off the skateboard and held Zhang Yu: "are you OK, senior?"

Zhang Yu shook his head and frowned because of the pain: "it's OK. Aren't you home? Why are you here? "

"I passed by." Lu Xiaolai gave a brief answer and glanced across the street.

More than a dozen boys in Yuanyang school uniform were beaten black and blue, and several of them had already fallen on the ground crying for their parents. Strong resentment emanated from them and emphasized their existence all the time. Chang Yu was not much better. His clothes were cut off several times. There were bloodstains on his snow-white uniform and a big swelling on his cheek.

Lu Xiaolai takes out the wooden knife, puts the schoolbag on the skateboard, kicks aside and blocks Zhang Yu's body.

Zhang Yu grabbed her arm: "Xuemei, don't join in the fun, go back to your home."

Lu Xiaolai clenched the small wooden knife and refused to give way: "I am a member of the discipline inspection department now. If I leave you here alone, what qualification do I have to stay in the discipline inspection department?"

"Xuemei, this is not for fun. Go back quickly!"

Lu Xiaolai turned around and gave him a smile: "I'm not joking, senior, leave the rest to me, you rest."

Zhuang Nan rudely interrupted their conversation: "Hello! You two! Our boy's business, you little girl care so much! Go back where you come from

"You're the only one who does a lot of shit!"

"You! They're all in a daze! Come on! Let the girl know what we're good at

Lu Xiaolai gathered Qi and fixed his eyes. He rushed up with a small wooden knife. Zhang Yu wants to hold her, but he grabs an empty hand. His arm pulls the wound around his waist, which is like a muscle tear. He covered his waist and squatted down in pain. No one could stand straight.

The blade of the knife flashed with light and shadow. Lu Xiaolai's arm slanted open his left fist, nimbly drilled under the stick from the right side, went around the man's back, grasped the handle of the knife and knocked on his back neck. He immediately squatted down to avoid the attack from the oblique rear, and kicked the man's chest with his hands. The man covered his chest and stepped back several meters.

Lu Xiaolai gets up in a hurry, and the strong man suddenly jumps out from behind, with his arms tightly around her neck. Lu Xiaolai couldn't make it. He pounded the strong man's stomach. The man who had been kicked out saw that she could not free herself. He showed his teeth fiercely, raised his knife and stabbed her in the cheek.

Lu Xiaolai's eyes lit up and raised the wooden knife to block the stabbing blade. But where could the wooden dagger resist the sharp blade? While the wooden knife blocked the blade for a moment, Lu Xiaolai leaned back and raised his legs to kick the man's chest again. The man was kicked to the ground and covered his chest. He coughed violently and coughed up a pool of blood stains.

The wooden knife split into two and fell to the ground. Lu Xiaolai grabbed Zhuang man's two arms by the reaction of kicking people. His head tilted forward and hit him back. The strong man screamed, covered his mouth and nose, howled beside him, and two lines of bright red nosebleeds flowed from his fingers.

This one, hit her head buzzing.

Lu Xiaolai shakes his head, picks up the broken wooden knife on the ground and pats off the dust.

Zhuang Nan wiped off the nosebleed, and his cheeks were red with rage. He looked around the ground and pulled up two boys who could still move their hands and feet. His tone was rough and fierce: "look at you! One of them can't do it any more. All the rest of them are up to me! Get her hands and feet! See what else she can do