There are people rushing over and people falling down. Tang Qing looks pale at this scene. She doesn't know when Xiao Fengting will be weak, or when he will fall. When he falls, he will watch her dragged by those men. Maybe she will be killed in front of him

This man wants to revenge him in such a cruel way to make him realize his powerlessness and ask him to die with unforgettable hatred and regret.

there are more and more people rushing in, and those people seem to realize the intention of the flower shirt. Moreover, the more people fall, the more physical strength Xiao Fengting will be consumed. He is not a God, he is just a flesh and blood body. Sooner or later, one of them will beat him down --

by then, the 100 million US dollars will be theirs.

Tang Qing stood behind him and looked at Xiao Fengting's back. The sweat began to flow more and more until his white shirt completely adhered to his body, and the whole person seemed to have been fished out of the water. He was panting so hard that she could see that his hair was wet even if he could not see his face.

Tang Qing saw a drop of pink sweat on Xiao Fengting's fingertips.

She slowly lowered her head, some confused looking at the ground, do not know when, Xiao Fengting's feet, has gathered a pool of reddish liquid, she suddenly realized what, the brain exploded with a bang - Xiao Fengting's healing wound opened.

In this endless fight, he opened the wound that had just healed and scabbed.

The blood was diluted into pale pink by sweat, and flowed down his cuff and hem. If he had not seen the sweat and turned his back to her, she would never have found out his injury.

Tang Qing's eyes were blurry in an instant. She raised her hand and bit her fingers to keep the man in front of her from finding her collapse.

Another man rushed up. Tang Qing obviously found that Xiao Fengting's action slowed down. He kicked the man away, but he didn't kick him far away. He staggered for a moment, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second. Finally, he slowly stood up again, protected her in front of her in the posture of a protector, and told her silently, "it's OK."

The man who didn't faint got up again. He raised his head and looked at Tang Qing behind Xiao Fengting. A trace of obvious excitement flashed through his eyes. He also found that the man in front of her might not be able to hold on for long.

He was eager to try again, and was hit by Xiao Fengting's temple. The strength of that blow might be terrible. The man's nostrils bled and he was knocked unconscious.

Another man was knocked down.

But the rest of the people, obviously did not fear at the beginning, they looked at Xiao Fengting and Tang Qing behind him, and their eyes showed greed for money.

Xiao Fengting raised his hand, slowly wiped the sweat on his face, exhaled a breath, and stood up to look at the flower shirt.

There was no smile on his face. He stood there with the pistol in his hand. His handsome face looked calm and insidious. He looked at Xiao Fengting and showed a trace of immortal madness in the silence.