"..." So these eight men are all his brothers.
Song Qingqing was a little flustered, but she wouldn't back down. She pulled hard, yanking the bicycle out of the burly man's control, and took two steps back before saying, "Defeated."
"Ha! You've got a tough tongue. I wonder if you'll have a chance to beg for mercy later." Zhao San knew that Song Qingqing was someone who wouldn't back down verbally.
He wasn't angry when she said she was a defeated opponent. Anyway, he was determined to show her what would happen if she offended the Zhao family.
"Third brother, this little girl is really hot, I must try her taste."
When you make your move, don't ruin her face.
"I don't want to have my fun ruined by her disfigured face." The speaker was a young man with a coat and slicked-back hair.
This man is Zhao San's younger brother, Zhao Liu. He's a gangster who gets all excited and can't resist pretty girls.
Just now, when I suddenly saw the stunningly beautiful Song Qingqing, I couldn't stop drooling.
"Once we've dealt with her, you can do whatever you want with her."
"It would be best if she got pregnant with one of our Zhao family's children, that would disgust her to death." Thinking of the agony he suffered last time, Zhao San's teeth itched with hatred.
If we could see that brat Song Qingqing get pregnant with their Zhao family's child, that would be truly gratifying.
"Go to hell! Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!" Hearing the Zhao brothers' plan, Song Qingqing was furious and cursed at them, but that didn't quell her anger.
I've seen disgusting people, but I've never seen anyone this wicked.
"He's got quite the temper, like a wild horse. It would be so exhilarating to tame him." Zhao Liu didn't care much about his third brother's suggestion. He just wanted to have some fun, and the consequences were not something men like them would consider.
"Sixth Brother, you have to let us have a taste too! Such a beauty is a rare sight."
"Exactly! We brothers can enjoy it together! Just thinking about it is exciting."
"..." The eight Zhao brothers uttered vulgar and offensive language, which was unbearable to hear.
This infuriated Song Qingqing. She released her bicycle, grabbed a piece of iron rod strapped to her arm, and charged forward, yelling, "You're asking for it!"
With that, she lifted her leg and shot forward.
Zhao San, who had been watching her closely, shouted the moment she moved, "Don't let her get away!"
At his shout, all eight Zhao brothers pulled out sticks and surrounded her.
Song Qingqing wanted to curse, but she knew that she couldn't afford to think about anything else at this moment.
Her right hand gripped the iron rod tightly, and the panic and tension in her eyes were ultimately suppressed by her strong willpower.
Three steps, two steps, one step, and finally, they clashed with the Zhao brothers.
Long wooden sticks and short iron rods converged in the silent night, producing a series of short, frequent "clanging" sounds.
Taking on eight opponents single-handedly is something even a man couldn't do, let alone Song Qingqing, who has only ever been a punching bag and has some strength.
Her defeat was inevitable, but she was unwilling to accept it!
She waved the iron rod around, but with only two hands and one iron rod, how could she possibly be a match for someone with sixteen hands and eight wooden sticks?
Before long, Song Qingqing was defeated and became a trapped beast besieged by the Zhao family.
His back and chest had been struck countless times, and the iron rod was nowhere to be found.
Just then, Zhao San suddenly swung his stick at her head in a fit of rage.
With a sharp "bang," Song Qingqing's body began to sway, as if she would fall to the ground at any moment.
A viscous liquid flowed down her forehead, across her delicate nose and cherry lips, and finally settled on her neck.
An invisible pattern suddenly rippled out from her collarbone.
But no one saw it.
"Sixth brother, seventh brother, eighth brother, she's yours to take over now. Third brother will just watch you work from the sidelines, hehehe..."
He could still hear Zhao San's lewd voice, but his body felt as if it were being pulled.
Just as Zhao Liu and the others were about to push her down.
A red light flashed in Song Qingqing's eyes.
That feeling of omnipotence returned.
With a single, forceful swing, Song Qing sent Zhao Liu and Zhao Qi flying backwards, crashing into the houses on either side of them, unable to move.
Enraged by this sight, Zhao San and his men grabbed their sticks and charged forward again.
Seeing this, Song Qingqing merely gave a faint, sarcastic smile, caught one of the sticks with her bare hands, and then flung it away, sending the Zhao brothers holding the sticks flying.
It landed next to Zhao Liu.
Then came the fourth, the fifth, the sixth... until Zhao San came, Song Qingqing finally made a move, approaching him step by step.
"Ah, I'll kill you." Seeing his own brothers easily dealt with by Song Qingqing, Zhao San charged forward with a ferocious expression.
Unfortunately, Song Qingqing was not someone they could defeat at this point.
With a casual flick of her wrist, Song Qingqing grasped his stick, then lifted him up along with the stick.
Next, Song Qingqing gave him a deluxe version of "Love Spinning Around," letting Zhao San experience what screaming and speed really meant.
But a moment later, he still couldn't escape the fate of having to smash the wall.
"A family should be all together." Seeing that Zhao San's unconscious posture was not quite right, Song Qingqing gently guided his wandering left hand back to its proper place.
Seeing that all eight Zhao brothers were neatly arranged together, Song Qingqing got up and left with satisfaction.
She hadn't gone far when she saw Sikong Xingchen's car approaching. Without thinking, she channeled her inner movie star, screamed "Help!", and then fainted.
Hearing Song's soft cry for help, Lao Wang silently turned around and looked at his boss.
Seeing that he was expressionless and showed no emotion, I was about to drive away when I heard a cold voice from behind, "Stop the car."
Old Wang was startled and quickly stepped on the brakes.
When he saw his boss condescend to personally pick up that shameless girl, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman!
He could tell just now that the girl was faking it, so there's no way his boss wouldn't have noticed.
But he understood why he still needed to get off the bus.
If he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it. Old Wang got out of the car and went to Sikong Xingchen's side. "Young Master Si, let me do it!"
As he spoke, he reached out to help Song Qingqing hug him.
Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing almost gave Lao Wang a ticket to outer space so he wouldn't get in her and Sikong Xingchen's way.
But at the same time, she was also wondering if Sikong Xingchen would put her in his bodyguard's arms.
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