Strongest Guard

Yue Zitong was neither afraid of the heavens nor the earth. The only person she was most afraid of was the old man at home. A cough could scare her to the core, so why would she be afraid of these hooligans?    

    

Her hands were shaking, but she was just a little nervous.    

    

If Lee Nanfang wasn't in the car, she would have been a fool to face him alone. She had long gone off by herself, and even if she had to tear off her CEO's mask, she would still have to turn into a girl — Mad Women, and risk her injuries to kill Young Master Jin?    

    

His back and shoulders had already been hit by a few sticks. It was extremely painful.    

    

These hooligans who deserved to be cut a thousand times actually dared to be ruthless when dealing with a great beauty like her. They weren't afraid to be struck by lightning; their insolence and fierceness were thoroughly aroused. Their blood boiled and they were no longer nervous.    

    

However, Brother Guang and the rest had also seen battles before. With so many people dealing with a girl, if they could let her injure Young Master Jin, then would the big guy still have the face to stay in Qingshan in the future?    

    

"Don't hold back, beat him to death!"    

    

Just when Yue Zitong's backhand hit a brother's forehead and the bamboo pole broke, Brother Guang roared in anger. He squatted down suddenly and swung the steel pipe in his hand at her right leg.    

    

Yue Zitong observed the surroundings and listened in all directions. She obviously couldn't do it. She had just avoided a little hoodlum's stick smashing towards the back of her head when she realized that there was danger beneath her feet. She quickly jumped.    

    

Yue Zitong was just like an eagle with its wings spread out. She jumped a full meter into the air, successfully dodging Brother Guang's sweep of the steel pipe that covered her right leg. However, she was unable to avoid her ankle.    

    

Fortunately, when she jumped up, her right foot quickly retreated. Only the end of the steel pipe that Brother Guang ruthlessly swept over her ankle was left. However, this pain caused her to let out a grunt, and when she landed on the ground, her ankle was as painful as a needle.    

    

With a bang, Yue Zitong's heart sank as she held the baseball bat down with her shoulder. "It looks like I won't be able to escape this time."    

    

Yue Zitong took the opportunity to roll on the ground. She raised her bamboo pole to block several sticks from hitting the ground. Then, she shouted at Lee Nanfang, who had already gotten off the car, "Run, run!"    

    

She knew that even if she had to use all her strength, she wouldn't be able to escape from these hoodlums. She only hoped that Lee Nanfang could run away — she had this thought right now. It wasn't that she cared about Lee Nanfang, but rather those men that protected the weak girls.    

    

To put it bluntly, this was a kind of heroism that only men would have.    

    

Lee Nanfang's heart, because Yue Zitong was still reciting "let him run away", felt an inexplicable pain and wanted to give him a big slap full of guilt: You could clearly see that this girl was actually a tiger-like person and was not a match for those hooligans, yet you still dared to use words to provoke her to act so idiotically. This is too inhumane.    

    

However, Lee Nanfang's biggest advantage was that he could always find a suitable reason to evade his guilt: there was nothing I could do about it, right? I am sure that the Professional Killer are hiding in secret right now. If I reveal my true strength, they will be even more careful. That way, Yue Zitong will be even more dangerous.    

    

"Ah!    

    

Jack shouted loudly and rushed to the other side of the road to grab a four meter long bamboo pole. Under the Lady Boss's tender voice to remind him that every eight sticks and two fifteen-year-old bamboo sticks were worth it, he rushed over like a madman.    

    

"F * ck, kill this bastard! He was the one who smashed that wine bottle into my head that night!"    

    

Young Master Jin, who was standing in front of the car and watching the show, jumped up and pointed at Lee Nanfang as he ordered Brother Guang to kill him.    

    

Actually, he didn't need to tell them what to do. Three or four hooligans had already rushed up to Lee Nanfang, holding steel tubes with their hands and sweeping towards the bamboo poles.    

    

Lee Nanfang was said to be an inch long and an inch strong. At the right distance, Lee Nanfang could be said to be strong. Even if a normal person swept a bamboo pole that was four meters long, it would still be very powerful.    

    

However, its power was limited. As long as someone was able to take the blow and hold onto the bamboo pole, the others would be able to charge forward.    

    

At any time, there would never be a lack of such self-sacrificing chivalrous hero. The pockmark was one of them. Seeing the bamboo pole sweeping over, he actually threw away the steel pipe and opened his hands with a loud shout.    

    

Lee Nanfang's eyes started to turn red. Just now, he was the one who suggested for Yue Zitong to serve Young Master Jin for three nights. Lee Nanfang's eyes started to turn red, it was he who proposed for Yue Zitong to serve Wu Tie for three nights.    

    

"Ah!    

    

He hugged the empty pockmarks with both hands and before he could even react, he felt a sharp pain under his right rib. He could not help but let out a shrill scream.    

    

That bamboo pole, which was as sharp as an iron awl, pierced right between the two ribs on his right side.    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't want to kill anyone, but the right lung of the pockmark was pierced. In this lifetime, he will never be able to come out and mess around, so he will just obediently lie on his home chair and cough for the rest of his life.    

    

"Go to hell!"    

    

After using the bamboo pole to cut the pockmark, Lee Nanfang shook his hand and pushed him away. Lee Nanfang roared as he swung his bamboo pole at the other bullies.    

    

They also wanted to hide, but how could Lee Nanfang give them the opportunity to do so? The bamboo pole that swept past them struck their faces first, breaking their noses and causing them to bleed profusely.    

    

"Eh, is that pretty boy an expert?"    

    

Frank, who was sitting in a car far away holding his binoculars, was a bit surprised when he saw Lee Nanfang put down the four hoodlums in the blink of an eye.    

    

"It doesn't look like it."    

    

At the same time, Jesse, who was using his binoculars to closely observe the situation, shook his head and said, "It's just that this guy's luck is good and his speed is a bit fast. He managed to get his hands on the bamboo pole before the little hoodlum could grab it. If you looked closely, you would be able to tell that he had no idea how he did it, and was only relying on brute force. This is the rage that comes when the target is injured and falls to the ground. If it were us brothers, he wouldn't be so lucky. "    

    

"Hehe, you're right, this guy is a madman that doesn't care for his own life."    

    

Frank also laughed, nodding his head and repeating, "Well, a maniac with a lot of hormones. Nothing to worry about."    

    

Crazy people are scary when they fight. Unless you have to kill him, he could kill you.    

    

The money Young Master Jin paid Brother Guang was far from enough to kill a person. Besides, Brother Guang wouldn't accept that kind of business. After all, killing a person was completely different from beating a person up.    

    

In fact, the most legal people apart from the judges were those who were in the public eye, and they knew better than anyone the bottom line when it came to doing evil.    

    

Those hoodlums did not dare to kill Lee Nanfang, but now, the tiger-like Lee Nanfang wanted to kill them. They had already lost the long bamboo pole, and when blood splashed out from his forehead after being heavily smashed by someone, he actually roared and snatched the steel pipe away, fiercely pulling it back.    

    

The little hoodlum subconsciously raised his right hand to block — — With a "kacha" sound, the little hoodlum let out an earth-shattering howl, and his right arm that was raised bent down from his wrist.    

    

With a swing of the stick, Lee Nanfang broke his wrist.    

    

The sounds of fighting at the scene suddenly became sluggish. Lee Nanfang took the opportunity to viciously hit the other delinquent's collarbone, which was the most easily broken part of the collarbone. His pig slaughtering scream broke the momentary silence.    

    

He was scared to death. Seeing Lee Nanfang, whose face was covered in blood, the delinquents were scared.    

    

Young Master Jin was also scared. He shouted while jumping: "Hurry, hurry, kill him, he's coming!"    

    

Brother Guang turned around and glared at him. Then, he made the right decision: "Retreat!"    

    

It wasn't that the little hoodlum didn't dare to fight with his life on the line, but it had to have enough benefits. This time, when Big Boss came to help Young Master Jin take revenge on Yue Zitong, he charged a friendly price on account of his uncle.    

    

Obviously, Uncle Jin didn't give them enough face to fight for Young Master Jin. Retreating now was the right thing to do.    

    

With a "hu la" sound, those hooligans who were trying to hide from Lee Nanfang immediately turned around and ran towards the car after hearing their boss's order to withdraw. They were still loyal and took away their injured brothers when they retreated.    

    

"F * ck, Brother Guang, you can't leave, you can't leave!"    

    

He reached out to pull Brother Guang's arm, and just as he was about to shout out a large sum of money, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. With a loud buzzing sound, he rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground.    

    

Lee Nanfang, whose face was covered in blood, laughed like a devil. He swung the steel pipe and hit Jin Liufu's left knee again.    

    

"Ah!    

    

Jin Liufu, who had just lost consciousness from the blow of the club, suddenly shot himself up like a corpse. His eyes were wide open as he screamed miserably.    

    

With a swing of the stick, Lee Nanfang smashed his left knee into pieces.    

    

Even so, under Brother Guang's terrified gaze, Lee Nanfang smashed into Young Master Jin's right knee again, again with a shattered fracture.    

    

"Stop, stop!"    

    

Brother Guang had been unhindered in the martial arts world for many years. He had fought countless times, but when had he ever met such a ruthless person? He was so scared that he even started to stutter.    

    

If Jin Lifu wasn't Uncle Jin's nephew, Brother Guang would have already fled with his arms around his head.    

    

Not now, because he could tell that Lee Nanfang had gone crazy. He was going to beat Jin Lifu to death. If he really ran away, how would he explain to Uncle Jin?    

    

Lee Nanfang suddenly raised his head. His face was full of malevolence. He raised the steel pipe towards Brother Guang. Yue Zitong's slightly hoarse voice rang out, "Lee Nanfang, stop!"    

    

Yue Zitong's shout was like a power cut for some lost control machine. Lee Nanfang stopped and shook the steel pipe that was held up high.    

    

Mr. Lee's current domineering performance not only frightened Brother Guang and the hoodlums, but also frightened Yue Zitong. She realized that if she didn't stop him now, someone would definitely die.    

    

Although Jin Liufu was extremely detestable, he didn't commit the crime to the point of death.    

    

She also didn't want Lee Nanfang to get involved in a lawsuit. Even though it would be effortless for the Yue Family to settle this matter with their strength, a person's attitude would definitely change after killing a person.    

    

If Yue Zitong had to like Lee Nanfang, then she would only like Lee Nanfang who was despicable and shameless, yet was optimistic and good at cooking, instead of Lee Nanfang who would become deeper after killing.    

    

"F * ck off."    

    

Lee Nanfang raised the steel pipe high up, and his shocked expression finally returned to normal.    

    

Brother Guang didn't even fart. He immediately bent down to pick up Jin Liufu, turned around and ran towards the car.    

    

In the distance, the sound of a siren could be heard. It was the woman who sold the bamboo sticks, calling the police.    

    

F * ck, I'm so tired of acting.    

    

Lee Nanfang cursed in his heart when he threw away the steel pipe.