Yang Fei looked around the six directions and listened to all directions. When he heard the rapid and messy footsteps coming from behind, he knew that the other party had caught up. He grabbed Su Tong's hand and shouted in a low voice: "Run quickly!"

Before Su Tong could react, he had already pulled him forward.

Just now, Su Tong also recognized a few sluts. Those people had tattoos on their arms, shoulders and chests, and it was difficult not to be eye-catching.

"Stop!" the gangsters shouted violently.

"Little bastard, stop me!" Brother Pao roared behind.

Yang Fei didn't look back, and he ignored them.

A hero does not suffer any loss in front of him. The opponent has many people and power, so there is no need to fight to the death.

There was a vendor selling stinky tofu in front of me. A large pot of charred oil was burning.

Yang Fei picked up the towel on the stall, wrapped the ears of the pot, picked up the pot, and poured it on the several muds who were running over.

The sizzling boiling oil flew over in the air.

"I'll make me!" The boss running in front slowed down a step, and more than a dozen drops of oil splashed on his bald head, which made him cry and shouted at his parents, danced and walked backwards, and kept wiping his head with both hands, but the more he applied it, the more he felt, the more painful it became.

A pot of hot oil was sprinkled on the street, slippery and steaming.

A bastard made a move forward. Seeing the boss being scalded, he cursed and rushed over without hesitation. He stepped on the oil, slipped the soles of his feet, and slipped quickly like a hot wheel. He couldn't stand it. He hit the ground with his butt and his head hit the ground with a loud bang. He supported the ground with both hands, touched the hot oil in his hands, and heard the sound of burning flesh and flesh. The pain made him roll around on the ground like a fried turtle.

No matter how vicious the fouls were, they were shocked at this moment and did not dare to come.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Fei took out a hundred yuan, stuffed it into the hands of the vendor, and took Su Tong away.

He guessed that the gangsters would catch up soon. When he glanced at him, he saw a video room next to him, and pulled Su Tong to hide in.

"Two yuan per person, big screen projection, wonderful program." An old lady at the door yawned, stretched out her right hand, blocking the way in.

Yang Fei took out five dollars and handed them over.

The old lady took it, first slowly clamped it behind a stack of cash, and then recovered one yuan.

The thick curtain was lifted up, and it was pitch black inside, and only some light on the screen was flashing.

I walked closer to the seat and saw clearly that there were many people sitting inside.

Walking to the end and entering the innermost seat, Yang Fei then let go of Su Tong's jade hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

"This group of bad guys is really lingering. Do the people from the police station ignore it?"

"Police station? Haha!"

"why are you laughing?"

Yang Fei shook his head: "Nothing."

He came from a police family and knew better than anyone else about the difficulties of police officers and his style in grassroots police stations.

However, there is no need to tell Su Tong about some things.

At this time, the screen dimmed and the video ended.

When the boss changed the film, an uncontrollable roar rang out in the video hall: "Change the film! Change the film!"

There was a tacit cheering, with youthful restlessness and adrenaline smell.

Those who came here to watch movies were all animals that had not been discharged for too long. They shouted loudly and loudly.

In 1993, in addition to the video hall, where could ordinary income bachelors go to find a physiological balance?

Yang Fei is not unfamiliar with these video halls. He heard this and said that he was about to be encountered. The videos he was given away were definitely of a limit. What would Su Tong feel after watching them?

"Let's go." Yang Fei whispered.

Su Tong said in surprise: "Are you leaving now?" She stood up, suddenly let out a whine, and sat down again, "It seems that my foot has sprained. It hurt a little just now, because I was nervous and didn't care."

Yang Fei was about to speak when a white light flashed at the door, the curtain was lifted, and two people walked in.

"Brother Yong, I just collected the money yesterday, why are you here again today?" the old lady at the door asked with a smile on her face.

"Stop talking! Let's find someone! Come with a flashlight! Hurry up! When you leave, I will smash your place on behalf of Brother Pao!" Brother Yong said viciously, taking the flashlight from the old lady.

Yang Fei recognized that Brother Yong was the one who was chasing him just now, so he pulled Su Tong's hand, and the two lowered their bodies and hid under the chair.

Brother Yong used a flashlight and strode back and forth in the venue twice. He didn't find anyone, so he walked towards the end.

"Fuck! What are you taking? Take a photo, you, mom, your pussy!" Some of the people who watched the video were not afraid of trouble. No matter what kind of brother you are, they shouted angrily, "Get out!"

Brother Yong stopped, turned his head, and pointed to the man: "You have a habit, I remember you!"

The man was tall and big, and picked up a water bottle and threw it over, hitting Brother Yong's forehead.

Brother Yong was furious: "Mom, dare you throw me away? I will kill you!"

A dozen strong men stood up in the field and stared at Brother Yong: "What? Want to make trouble?"

These people are all young men, in their early twenties, with a buzz cut, each of them is strong, muscular, and full of energy.

Brother Yong was so sarcastic that he left a few words of scenes, then threw the flashlight and cursed, "Mom, go to other places to look for it. If you don't have it, go to the factory gate to block it. If you don't believe you can't find anyone!"

A white light flashed at the door curtain, and they left in disappointment.

In the faint screen light, Yang Fei and Su Tong looked at each other and sat upright.

The sound of the speakers in the video hall was heard, and the pictures were more and more eye-catching.

Su Tong wanted to not look at it, but couldn't help but glance at it a few times.

A eunuch took a rope and hung up the beautiful woman.

She had heard from the factory that there were good shows in the video room on the street, but she had never seen them. Unexpectedly, by accident today, she ran in with Yang Fei and gained insight.

Suddenly, Yang Fei whispered: "Give me your feet."

Su Tong was looking at the screen eating her feet and dripping wax. When she heard this, she blushed and was startled: "What?"

"Didn't your foot sprain? I'll help you rub it, otherwise I'll hide here all the time?"

Su Tong dodged his eyes and shook his hair embarrassedly: "No."

Yang Fei nodded, held his hands and enjoyed the movie with relish.

Su Tong was restless, and there seemed to be many nails on the comfortable soft seat, so she couldn't feel comfortable sitting.

This is the first time she has watched such a movie.

He is actually still a man who is half-familiar with this man.

Still a half-large man!

The picture is so dirty, he still looks so calm and he can't turn his eyes!

What is he thinking?

Thinking of the scene on the forest and trees, Su Tong suddenly felt thirsty when she thought of the hot fire stick.

She changed several sitting positions in a row, even if her eyes didn't look at the screen, the unbearable sound was enough to make her feel scared.

"Hey, let's go!" Su Tong didn't want to stay for a moment.

She sat inside and stood up in panic. As soon as she took a step, her feet were in pain. With a whimper, she fell on Yang Fei.

Yang Fei hugged her.

Su Tong blushed, for the shout just now and for her current position.
Chapter completed!