"Don't hit anyone, I'm going to call the police." Lin Zhenxian shouted immediately from beside her, feeling a little annoyed.

If she had known that she would encounter such troubles when she came out with Song Baojun, she would have called a bodyguard.

How could those hooligans listen to Lin Zhenxian? The one who rushed to the front clenched his fists and punched Song Baojun in the face. He was dissatisfied. Why did such a frustrated man have such a beautiful girlfriend?

When the boy was knocked down, he took off the boy's pants according to the master's order to see if his girlfriend would still be willing to stay with him.

His speed was very fast, and the two were only five meters apart. He rushed out a few steps and was about to hit Song Baojun's nose. Then he suddenly stopped, took a breath and clamped his legs and slowly fell down to the side.

The reason why he fell down was very simple. Song Baojun's foot was faster than his fist and directly hit him in the crotch. How could he have the strength to swing this punch?

"Baimao, are you okay?" His companion immediately shouted when he saw the young man with leucorrhea falling down.

Baimao couldn't answer them. The piercing pain under his crotch made him urge to faint. If it weren't for someone here, he would have wanted to take off his pants and see if the brother under his crotch had been kicked off.

"Beat this kid to death and avenge the white hair." Seeing that his companion was seriously injured, the remaining four people became even more angry and roared and rushed towards Song Baojun.

At this moment, Song Baojun's eyes became extremely violent like a hungry beast. The moment the few people rushed up, he rolled aside with a lazy donkey, then grabbed two sharp stones from the grass next to him and held them in his hand, and waved them to the few people as weapons.

The violent personality was originally rich in fighting experience and could write a textbook about fighting. At this moment, he had two stones in his hand as a weapon. After almost a few encounters, the four gangsters were lying on the ground and howled bitterly.

Among them, the least injured, Song Baojun made a hole in their heads, and the worst was that they were lying on the ground and vomiting blood. The teeth in their mouths were almost smashed by Song Baojun with stones.

"If there weren't people here today, I would have killed you little beasts." Song Baojun, who had a violent personality, cursed fiercely in local Chazhou dialect, and then threw away the blood-stained stone in his hand.

After the matter was resolved, Song Baojun took back control of his body, then turned his face to look at Lin Zhenxian, who was scared and pale, and asked, "Zhengxian, are you okay?"

"I'm fine... I didn't expect that Mr. Song, you are so powerful. You really scared me just now." Lin Zhenxian also breathed a sigh of relief when he patted his chest.

She didn't think Song Baojun was terrified because of the fierce attacks of Song Baojun, but she was just surprised.

Because Song Baojun looked thin and weak, she was so explosive when fighting, which really surprised her.

Song Baojun smiled and explained: "Because I exercise for several hours every day and occasionally practice self-defense. When I encounter such a gangster, I can draw my sword to help. This year, the Public Security Bureau has sent me four banners."

"It's really amazing. Ordinary musicians cannot play the piano like Mr. Song. They can subdue the criminals." Lin Zhenxian looked at Song Baojun with some admiration and exclaimed sincerely.

"Miss Lin is joking. I'll ask who sent these guys first." Song Baojun waved his hand and smiled modestly.

Then he walked to the young man with white cloth strips tied to his head, slapped him on the head, and asked unhappily: "Have your relatives passed away?"

"No...no." The young man really wanted to scold your family and die, but he really didn't have the courage.

The thing under his crotch still hurts so much now, as if he was stabbed with a knife a few times, and his four companions fell to the ground with blood and no strength to get up.

"Then why are you tied this thing on your head?"

"It looks good, I heard it is a trend abroad."

"I'm brain-related." Song Baojun curled his lips, then grabbed the other person's hair and asked, "To be honest, who asked you to come?"

The young man was hurt when he was grabbed by Song Baojun and said, "We are here to come. We look at your girlfriend, so we feel uncomfortable. Today's thing is that we are wrong. Brother, I apologize to you."

Lin Zhenxian next to him heard his answer, and his face turned red but he didn't say anything. Instead, he felt a little happy.

"I don't want to say it, right? OK, then I'll beat you up." Song Baojun picked up the stone he had just thrown away, then gestured at the young man's head, looking like he was ready to move.

The young man was really unwilling to be beaten, so he quickly called Song Baojun and said, "Brother, let me forgive you if you have to. Some things you do too much will not benefit anyone."

After all, they were just messing around. Although they were beaten up by others today because they had to bully the fewer ones, it doesn't mean they can be bullied at will.

Five people can't beat you. Is fifty calls enough to call you?

Song Baojun was too lazy to answer this guy, and he threw the stone directly on the young man's nose.

"Ah." The young man cried out directly, and blood blew out of his nose. He covered his nose and begged for mercy immediately, "Stop hitting, I said it's not okay?"

Song Baojun held up the stone and stared at the boy, trying to tell him that if he dared to fool himself, he wouldn't mind hitting him a few more times.

"It was our young master who asked us to come and say he would beat you up." The young man confessed, but he did not dare to say everything his young master said.

The young master said he wanted to beat the boy, and said that after the beating, he took off the boy's pants and humiliated him. He was worried that if he said the second half of the sentence, the mad dog would touch him again.

"Young Master? Who are you?"

"Our young master is Wang Linsan."

Hearing Wang Linsan's name, which he had never heard of, Song Baojun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Wang Linsan? What kind of thing? I have never heard of it. Do I have a grudge with him?"

The young man shook his head repeatedly and replied truthfully: "No, our young master is helping him a little white-faced friend vent his anger."

"You little guy, right?" Song Baojun nodded and took out his cell phone. He opened Wandu and searched for Jin Zhongji. Then he handed Jin Zhongji's photo to the other party and asked, "Is this kid?"

The young man nodded repeatedly, pointed to Song Baojun's phone and said, "Yes, it's him. If the matter is done, please give us a good meal."

"Sure enough." Song Baojun sneered, and he knew that it was Jin Zhongji who was doing the trick behind his back.

If he can't fight himself on the surface, this kid can only use this insidious act of secretly plotting against others. Fortunately, he really wanted to beat such a friend, which could make such a gangster come to trouble him.

Lin Zhenxian next to her also looked angry. She knew that the most critical reason why Kim Jong-ki couldn't get along with Song Baojun was her own.

"This Kim Datou is so hateful. I have to teach him a lesson." Lin Zhenxian angrily took out his cell phone and dialed Kim Jong-ki's number.

The other end of the phone was connected almost instantly, and Kim Jong-ki's gentle laughter came: "What's wrong, Miss Lin, do you have any instructions?"

Hearing the other party's soft laughter, Lin Zhenxian's hypocritical face appeared in her mind and immediately shouted angrily. "Jin Datou, did you instruct the hooligan to attack Mr. Song?"

As soon as she said something, the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then Kim Jong-ki said in a panic: "Ms. Lin, do you have any misunderstandings about me? What happened? I haven't left the villa yet, and I'm having dinner here."

"You're less pretending. To be honest, those hooligans are not Mr. Song's opponents at all. They have already said everything. I didn't expect you to be such a hypocritical man. It's really disgusting."

"Miss Lin, you must have made a mistake, I..."

"No need to explain, please stay away from me in the future and don't let me see you again." Lin Zhenxian was really angry, interrupted the other party and hung up the phone.

Then she looked at Song Baojun with an apology and said, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, I can only scold him verbally. If you call the police, you should be unable to do anything to him. After all, there is no evidence to prove that he hired the murderer to hurt people."

She also understood the story, knowing that this group of people was always called by the so-called young master rather than Kim Jong-ki. Even if the police call the police, they will only capture this group of people at most. How could they catch Kim Jong-ki?

So she could only curse a few words and vent her anger on Song Baojun.

Song Baojun shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's still my personal grudge with him. I'll just handle this matter myself. Zhenxian, you don't need to interfere."

Lin Zhenxian hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded obediently.

"Brother, can we let us go now? They have all shed a lot of blood. I want to take them to the hospital." The young man with his nose looked at Song Baojun begging for mercy.

Song Baojun stared at the other party for a few times, just about to let them get out, then a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes and asked, "Did you go to the Birch Security Company some time ago?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He did follow a big boss to the Birch Security Company some time ago.

"So that's it, you can get out." Song Baojun then threw away the stone in his hand, looked at the other party with a dim look, and told them to get out.

No wonder he thought this kid was a little familiar. It turned out to be the one who followed Daoman to the Birch Tree Company last time.

I don’t know if I should say that Chazhou is small or that the enemy is narrow. Anyway, Song Baojun is not willing to argue with these people now, so as not to alert the snake and attract the attention of the other elders.

The young man got up from the ground and helped his companions up. Several of them supported each other and got into a car, and then drove towards the city, probably planning to go to the hospital to get a needle.

"Let's go and have a meal, I hope it won't affect your mood too much." Seeing the group of people leaving, Song Baojun smiled bitterly at Lin Zhenxian next to him.

If you come out for a meal, you can encounter such idiots, and Song Baojun doesn’t know what to say.

"No." Lin Zhenxian shook her head and said she was fine. The two of them walked towards the restaurant that specializes in seafood.
Chapter completed!