Chapter 457

Huang Mao is also lecherous, but he has always had his own principles and bottom line. The molestation of Miss Tang ER in the cemetery was the only accident in his life. On weekdays, although he is romantic, he is not obscene. If other girls don't want to, he will never do such an activity as bullying and bowing.

There are three in the private room. Huang Mao has only one person, one to three. There is a great difference in the number of people!

Huang Mao's back was tight, cold sweat was running, and the enemy was strong and I was weak. He had an impulse to run away. If he had been smart before, he would have run as fast as he could, but now it was Miss Tang Er, the goddess of his dream, whether he was a hero to save the United States or ran away.

"Save... Life..." the broken mouth was sent out from Tang Xiyan's mouth lying on the sofa.

When Huang Mao heard this, he hit his heart like a cardiotonic. He was immediately impressed. He fought for Miss Tang ER!

The three strong men had let go of Tang Xiyan and walked in the direction of yellow hair. Tang Xiyan collapsed on the sofa alone. He didn't have any strength. He was let go, but he didn't even have the strength to put on his clothes. In this way, he collapsed on the sofa, looked for help at the yellow hair at the door, and made a weak cry for help.

Huang Mao's eyes flashed distressed, "beast, you dare to treat her like this. I'll fight with you!"

"Looking for death!" the head of the back man was interrupted. His face became more and more gloomy. They were not polite. They directly surrounded him. They wanted to rely on the large number of people. They quickly solved the bastard who had nothing to do, so as to continue to do business.

There is a way to heaven. If you don't go, there is no door to hell. If you break in, don't blame them even if you kill him today. He asked for it.

A fierce battle, imminent!

Three dozen and one, the balance of power is very different. Unless Huang Mao is very good, he can win. Otherwise, he will only be beaten. "I'll walk on behalf of heaven today and teach you three turtles and grandchildren a lesson for your parents!" Huang Mao shouted, emboldened himself and rushed towards them first.

It is said in the book of war that we should strike first and ignore our skills first. We can't lose the momentum. If the momentum is too weak, the three turtle grandsons won't beat him to death.

Huang Mao is worthy of being born in a mixed society. Although he looks tall, thin and not very strong, he is not vague when fighting. He is not soft when he should punch and unambiguous when he should kick. Although there are many men, the three men didn't get well in Huang Mao's hands for a time, and the four even tied.

Tang Xiyan, who was paralyzed on the sofa, stared nervously at the war there. He was sweating for Huang Mao in his heart. His eyes were full of hope. He hoped that Huang Mao could win the three scum.

Now, the two of them are grasshoppers tied to the same boat. If Huang Mao loses, it's her turn to suffer next.

Tang Xi doesn't want to be done by a woman. Fuck, when she escapes, none of the three animals will feel better.

She has always been a non gentleman who does not take revenge. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. If she owes her, she will definitely get it back in full.

After all, there are many people on the other side. The longer the time, the more yellow hair suffers. After a while, his face and body are colored one after another. "Smelly bastard, poor loser, one still wants to learn from others' heroes to save the United States. Brothers, kill him!"

Obviously, the back man was the leader of the three. He spoke and asked the other two to beat Huang Mao to death.

Huang Mao was beaten on the ground, and they beat him severely on the carpet. He got a bruised nose and a bloody nose. "Ah bah! Meddlesome bastard, he wasn't a cow just now. Come on!"

One of the men kicked Huang Mao hard and scolded with disdain.

Yellow hair knows he has no money when he looks at his clothes. He is dyed with yellow hair, tall and thin, tattooed on his arm, black vest and leather pants. From the outside, he looks like a social youth mixed with society.

Hehe, no, Huang Mao is a little gangster who mixes with the society.

In the final analysis, these three men are not only lecherous and obscene, but also bully the soft and fear the hard. If they know that the woman who was almost killed by their turn of women is the 2000 gold of the down group, will they be shocked?

After fighting for so many years, Huang Mao had already experienced a lot of battles, fell to the ground and protected his head with both hands. These people were interrupted by him. They were extremely angry. None of them were soft. Huang Mao clenched his back teeth and turned his eyes under his palm, searching for tools that could be used by him.

Suddenly, a baseball bat decorated with a theme box jumped into his eyes!

Boy, there's a baseball bat here!

If there is that thing in hand, the fight will be even more powerful. Huang Mao's best weapon is not a mountain knife or cone stab, but a baseball bat. He first came out to fight with his opponent in the street with the boss with those things. He is very familiar with the playing method of baseball bat.

Unfortunately, the thing was about two or three meters away from him. He was surrounded by three people and had no chance to touch the baseball bat. What should I do?

Huang Mao had an idea, pretended to dodge their pursuit, and inadvertently approached in the direction of the baseball bat.

Tang Xiyan thought that the Yellow haired guy was finished. The next one to suffer was herself. Tears appeared in her eyes and her eyes were full of hatred. She was forced by the back man to drink wine mixed with spring, medicine and ecstasy. The medicine had worked on her. It not only made her whole body soft, but also made her whole body hot as if she could burn herself.

The head is sober, but the body is not controlled by the brain. She is madly eager for a man's touch. It's hot. It's so hot. She hums bitterly.

This soul breaking mouth fell into the mouth of three men who beat happily. They stopped their actions and looked at the woman on the sofa.

One of them whistled in a very good mood and joked, "Oh, our little beauty can't wait to call us over!"

"If it hadn't been for this little calf, she would have been eaten into her mouth by us. The sound is really nice."

"What are you waiting for? Cuff him." the man on the back ordered.

As he spoke, another man walked over and took out a handcuff shining with stainless steel metal from the bag on the sofa.

Handcuffs?

Are they police?

Of course not!

Who says handcuffs are the patent of the police? In the sex goods store, you can buy two of these handcuffs for 100 yuan, and give gifts if you buy more. Yes, you are right. It is sex goods. Handcuffs are one of the sex goods carefully prepared by this group. This kind of social people who spend a lot of time in nightclubs and have a little money are very open.

It was originally used to handcuff beautiful women in bed to increase interest. Unexpectedly, it was used to cure this calf.

The back boy took the handcuffs from his friend and was about to lean against Huang Mao's hand. Suddenly, Huang Mao, who had always been obedient and quiet, pushed him away, got up from the ground, and grabbed the baseball bat decorated in the corner with an arrow.

The action was too fast, and the three people had no time to stop it. When they reacted, Huang Mao had successfully won the baseball bat, and went down with a stick, and beat the man closest to him to the ground.

The man didn't even shout. He was knocked unconscious by a baseball bat.

Fall to the ground, unconscious.

"David, are you all right?" the other two returned to their senses as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Bastard, die!" the back man and another man carefully kept a distance from Huang Mao and didn't dare to get close easily. Damn it, this guy was beaten by them and had only one last breath. Why was he suddenly resurrected with blood and his combat effectiveness rekindled.

"Hum, who's going to die now? Maybe!" Huang Mao snorted coldly. He just pretended that the loser didn't lose the battle. If these guys didn't relax their vigilance, how could he turn defeat into victory unexpectedly.

Now that he has the weapon of exploding the table of combat effectiveness, he is not afraid of them.

These three people are not very skilled. They just took advantage of the large number of people. Now, let alone one has fallen. Huang Mao also has a powerful weapon in his hand. They will fight with him again. It's not cheap at all.

Following Bruce Lee's signature move, Huang Mao quickly moved his legs back and forth on the ground, holding the baseball bat tightly in his hands, as if holding a life-saving straw. He took the opportunity, quickly flashed to the shorter man, and took advantage of his unprepared hand to get up and down the bat.