Looking at the bottle in Xia Wei'an's hand, some of the men around him retreated, some leaped forward, and some went forward directly.

"Oh, little pepper, I like it!"

A skinny man looks at Xia Wei'an. His big eyes are obscene and trivial. He rubs his hands and walks slowly to Xia Wei'an.

This man is the most famous gangster in this street. His name is Liao Jie. He eats, drinks, goes whoring, gambles and drugs. He keeps up with everything. He has no bottom line in life. He is also an indefatigable master. That's why he "stands out" among the gangsters.

His eyes looked up and down at Xia Wei'an, stretched out his tongue, licked his lips for a week, sucked his saliva, and sighed: "it's still a place. I'm lucky today."

After that, he looked around fiercely and threatened to declare Sovereignty: "this girl belongs to Liao Jie, who dares to rob me, I will let anyone not see the sun tomorrow!"

Blatant and unscrupulous.

Eager to try the men heard his name, immediately scared white face, have to give up the idea, stand on the side to watch.

"Girl, let's go. Brother will be your antidote and take you to heaven."

As soon as he saw the girl's appearance, she was drugged. Thinking about the exciting scene later, he couldn't help sucking again and reached out to pull Xia Weian.

"Get out of here!"

Xia Weian looked at his hand and rowed hard towards the back of his hand with the sharp glass. He dodged, but he didn't. the tip of the bottle opened his arm, and the long blood hole came to the back of his hand, and the blood was pouring.

"Damn, damned girl, toast, no penalty!"

Liao Jie doesn't care about the blood on his arm. He suddenly comes forward and grabs the bottle in Xia Wei'an's hand.

He has a lot of strength. Xia Wei'an is not an opponent at all. People around him can only coax her and there is no one to help her.

Liao Jie, after all, lives a life of licking blood at the edge of a knife. He is bloodthirsty and cruel in his bones. He grabs Xia Wei'an's hair and raises his hand to hit her in the face.

Xia Wei'an was a little confused, but he knew that if he didn't resist or ask others for help, he would suffer a great loss tonight.

She endured the pain on her scalp and looked at his footwall. When his slap came down, she also raised her foot to attack his footwall.

He kicked out with all his strength, but it was empty because the person in front of him was pulled away, and then he heard the sound of heavy fist beating the meat.

Xia Wei'an opened his eyes and looked over there. He only saw that the man who beat Liao Jie was a little familiar. He staggered for a moment and then remembered that it was Ji tezhu.

Knowing that her own person was coming, her tense nerves relaxed and her body fell to the ground, but she was caught by a broad chest.

She looked up and saw the man's tight jaw. She put down her guard completely, put her hand around the man's thin waist, and murmured to herself, "you are here at last."

Before she came to zui'ai bar, she was afraid of her own accident. She sent a message to Emperor Xingchen asking him to pick her up. He was worried. The message said that she was in a bad mood and came to the bar to drink.

The man's face is as black as the sky covered with dark clouds, and the next moment is about to be stormy. His tall body is standing in the bar, not angry and self threatening, which frightens those who watch the crowd to retreat unconsciously.

He is full of anger, strangers do not close, others do not even dare to look at it, without saying a word, but it happened to give way.

Seeing Liao Jie's bloody face, they all congratulated that they had no impulse just now.