No one saw Song Ye's weird technique clearly. They could only see that the little hand was slender and weak, but it held the knife's thick arm in the palm of its hand and twisted it at will. The sounds of broken bones came one after another, accompanied by the knife's uncontrollable scream, in the dim Under the bright light, it looks particularly eye-catching.
Several people on the opposite side were frightened for a moment and did not bother to save him. Until Xiaodao collapsed on the ground, a few people were able to catch him and shuddered when they looked at the twisted arm. .
"Ah, stinky girl, ah, I can't spare you, kill her, kill her!" Xiaodao's face was pale, he covered his arms, his eyes were horrifying, he gritted his teeth and asked the people under his hands to come forward.
Only then did those people tremble, and they rushed towards Song Ye with ferocious faces, "You stinky girl, you are looking for death."
Song Ye at the other end took a step back and moved his wrist. After having enough wine and food, he planned to exercise and practice his hands. He raised his delicate chin with a hint of arrogance and said, "Let's go together." There is no need to defeat these strength values one by one. .
The men whose self-esteem had been greatly challenged were not thinking about robbing at this moment. They were holding fists as big as bowls and just wanted to teach the stinky girl in front of them a lesson.
But the moment they got closer, Song Ye's slender figure was like a ghost, avoiding the oncoming fists. Several people's eyes only felt blurred. The next second, their ribs, lower abdomen, armpits, and bridge of nose were all damaged. A huge impact.
"Well..." Several people groaned and backed away, covering their different injured parts and looking up, but there was no one in front of them.
"Here." A faint voice sounded, as cold and calm as a ghost. Several people were shocked and found that the voice came from behind. Kankan was about to turn his head, but in an instant he felt a pain in his neck and collectively lost consciousness. .
Until the moment before they fell unconscious, their eyes were still wide open and in disbelief, because they did not see each other's movements clearly at all.
A group of four people, three of them were eliminated, and the remaining one, the old man Xiao Dao, was sitting on the ground. Looking at the girl slowly walking towards him, he felt cold all over, "You, don't come here, this is mine. Territory, if you hurt me, you won’t have a good life in the future.”
Although he was stuttering with fear, he was still trying to threaten him.
Song Ye really didn't know whether to say he was fearless or mentally ill, "Just now, you said you wanted to scratch my face." She squatted in front of the knife, took the folding knife that fell on the ground in her hand, opened it and put it away, and acted out The lights and shadows are dazzling.
Then... the person fainted.
Song Ye was stunned for a moment, and then curled his lips, feeling a little bored. He originally thought about finding someone to practice his skills with after eating, but he didn't expect that several people were so weak that it was not enough to warm up.
As a killer, Song Ye's training method is of course based on accumulation of actual combat. Only fast and accurate fighting methods can improve his skills the fastest.
There was no after-dinner entertainment, so she walked around the houses. Before going out, she glanced at the unconscious man in the corner. While thinking, she turned back and half-supported and half-carried the man out of the alley, and found a clinic. treat.
"Hey, why do you beat people like this? You kids know how to cause trouble all the time and don't study hard. If something happens one day, let's see who you go to cry to." The barefoot doctor scolded him and checked the wound. He hurriedly took iodine and cotton to clean the wounded man's wounds.
Song Ye sat aside and said nothing. After cleaning up the blood stains, he realized that the person lying there was not a man, but a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. Because of his ruffian clothes and proud height, she could not recognize him. .
After the doctor treated the wound, he prescribed some anti-inflammatory medicine and went to rest. Before leaving, he also said, "Family members should watch her carefully and call me if she has a fever in the middle of the night."
Being regarded as an accomplice in committing a crime because of his righteousness, Song Ye looked at the person on the bed and then at the medicine in his hand, feeling somewhat thankless.
The wound on the other party's head was not big, and Song Ye didn't want to waste time here. He got up and walked to the boy, pinching him hard to wake him up.
"Well..." The boy's head was dizzy and he groaned. When he opened his eyes, he saw a gray cotton-padded jacket and an unclear face, "You are..."
"Song Ye, the person who saved you." He said his name concisely and concisely, letting the other party remember his kindness. Song Ye was not someone who showed kindness without repaying it.
Sure enough, the boy's pale face turned subtle, "You save me, what about Xiaodao and the others?"
"The name of the person who hit you is Xiaodao? What gang are they, how many members do they have, and how big is their territory?" Song Ye asked instead without answering, and threw all the questions that he had not had time to extract a confession to the boy in front of him.
The boy was stunned for a moment, looked at her suspiciously, and answered in a dignified manner, "They are from the Dihu Gang. Their location is near Linjiang Middle School. There should be about a hundred members."
There are only about a hundred people, are you playing house
Song Ye sneered in her heart, with a dull look on her face. She had no interest in a small gang of a hundred people. She threw the anti-inflammatory medicine to the boy on the bed. She turned around and put her hands in her pockets and walked out, "The doctor is resting inside. If you need anything, go to him." "
"Hey..." When the boy reacted, Song Ye's figure had disappeared from sight.
Appearing out of nowhere, asking endless questions, and now leaving on his own, even the boys who are usually good at pretending to be cool are going a little crazy.
However, Song Ye didn't pay attention to his troubles at all. Her fifteen-year-old body was exhausted after working hard all day. She found a nearby hotel to rest, lay on the bed and quickly fell asleep.
In the boundless nightmare was the bottomless sea water, the explosion that completely engulfed people's consciousness, and in the severe pain all over her body, she still remembered how unwilling she was in her heart.
She has been working hard for the organization for thirteen years and is the world's number one killer. However, she does not want to be betrayed by the organization and buried under the sea in the last mission to wash her hands in a golden basin.
She was too naive. Neither the organization nor that person would let her leave that dark world alive...
The sun shone through the curtains on the big bed. Song Ye opened her eyes faintly, her whole body dripping with sweat, and her limbs were as heavy as if she remembered the pain of the bomb tearing apart. She walked into the bathroom and took a hot bath, her face was pale. A trace of color returned to his face.
Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at that delicate and beautiful little face and showed a cold smile.
Even in the dream, she is unwilling to give in. It seems that after being reborn, new and old grudges will be settled sooner or later.
But now, looking at the only worn-out cotton-padded jacket on her body, she decided to deal with her current poor image first.
Before the time agreed with Zhao Zhen arrived, Song Ye drank a bowl of soy milk at the street entrance and then went to the nearby trade market to buy clothes.
Of course, as soon as she entered the door dressed in a rustic dress, no waiters were willing to pay attention to her.