If he really stood up this time, perhaps he would have been a hero at that moment, but it would have only resulted in one more person being beaten or even killed.

Maybe it will also implicate your friends!

He is still too weak!

Thinking of this, Brahma's immense hope at this moment became stronger.

Fan Zhitao looked at the scene in front of her coldly, and she subconsciously pressed her hand on her heart.

Normally, shouldn't she feel fear? Or perhaps hatred?

However, she could only feel her heart still beating calmly, as if she had become numb to the scene before her, and there was not even a single fluctuation in her heart.

Fan Zhitao didn't know what all this meant. In the end, she put down her hands, lowered her head and looked puzzled.

Now she didn't even know how many people were in the other gang. After careful consideration, she definitely couldn't take action, otherwise the failure rate would be too high. If she was caught at that time, she and her friends would probably be buried together!

As for this little girl...

It can only be said that they met by chance, and Fan Zhitao would not risk his own life and that of his friends for her.

There is still some meaning of "it's none of my business".

In the end, the little girl's mouth was sewn up tightly, but the pervert's craftsmanship was not very good, and he just sewed it randomly to ensure it was tight. This resulted in the little girl's mouth looking like a centipede.

She was still crying, her voice hoarse, but she didn't dare move any bigger, especially her mouth.

It hurts when I move, and when it hurts I want to cry. When I cry, tears fall on my lips, and the burning sensation makes the pain even worse.

Looking at the miserable state of the little girl, Scar rubbed his knuckles and chuckled softly:

"It looks so good, but Arsen, you need to practice your craft more! The one you sewed for the little girl is really ugly. What will you do if you can't sell it for a good price?"