Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Chapter 455 Lu Xixiao saw Wen Li coming out of the smoke

Discovering that Lu Xixiao was injured, the leader smiled sinisterly, took advantage of the opportunity, and began to attack Lu Xixiao's right shoulder continuously.

He stepped forward and kicked, but was blocked by Lu Xixiao. The leader then swung his left arm, swinging his thousand-pound arm to hit Lu Xixiao's head. Lu Xixiao raised his arm to block it, but the huge force split his bleeding wound, and his entire shoulder was stained red with blood. The leader's other fist followed closely.

Lu Qi and his companions felt their hearts in their throats.

The mob cheered and shouted for their leader.

Every punch and kick the leader threw was aimed at Lu Xixiao's life. What he didn't expect was that the man he was fighting with looked like a weak and frail young master, but his attacks were even more ruthless than his own, and his fighting style was very black triangle.

Seeing that the thugs didn't pay attention to them, Lu Qi quietly held two smoke bombs in his hands. He looked at the other four people, and the other four people also held something in their hands.

That was all the supplies they had left.

The leader was repelled by Lu Xixiao, and the two separated temporarily.

The leader stretched his aching limbs, his eyes glaring viciously: "I really underestimated you."

Lu Xixiao's face was pale under his triangular scarf.

The cold sweat on his forehead soaked the triangular bandage.

He was breathing slightly heavier.

The thugs cheered in unison and asked their leader to kill Lu Xixiao.

The leader stared at Lu Xixiao, and silently crushed the thick dust on the ground with one toe. He kept his troops in place, forcing Lu Xixiao to take the initiative to attack. When Lu Xixiao strode up to him, he meanly stirred up the dust with his toes.

Lu Xixiao turned his head to avoid it, his eyes a little dazzled.

The leader took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack on Lu Xixiao. He attacked with his knees and elbows, elbows hitting knees, and attacked from top to bottom at the same time. His body shot out like an arrow from a bow, his elbows like blades and knees like arrows and spears rushing towards Lu Xixiao, unstoppable.

Facing the leader's fierce attack, Lu Xixiao did not panic. He bent his arms to block the opponent's elbow, and at the same time retreated his waist and abdomen to prevent the opponent's knee strike, and managed to block the leader's thunder move.

The leader's attack failed, so he continued to attack with a left high sweep, followed by a right elbow, and then a left elbow. This elbow was very fierce, but it also left a gap under his armpit, which was caught by Lu Xixiao. He directly hit the leader's ribs with a right hook, giving him a heavy blow.

The leader stumbled two steps, quickly steadied himself, anger burning in his heart.

He rushed towards Lu Xixiao, blocked his elbow with a jump step, stepped forward to lift his elbow, forced his elbow, turned around and swept with his left high, and jumped to hit his knee.

Lu Xixiao swung his fist violently and hit the leader's knee. The terrible force broke the leader's center of gravity. The leader fell to the ground on one knee. Lu Xixiao took the opportunity to kick the opponent in the temple and kicked him out. The leader slid sideways on the ground.

This kick made the leader dizzy and his ears tinnitus.

Lu Xixiao didn't give the other party a chance to breathe.

The leader struggled to get up from the ground, and climbed up in a mess to take Lu Xixiao's continuous quick punches. Lu Xixiao took advantage of the situation and pursued him, punching him one after another. The leader retreated again and again, and was suppressed by Lu Xixiao without a chance to fight back. He could only use his hands to protect his head. He was knocked to the ground by Lu Xixiao's fists, his brain was dizzy, and he gradually lost the strength to fight back.

The leader swung his fist in an attempt to fight back.

Lu Xixiao knocked him away with a punch.

The pair of black eyes on the corners of the scarf were fierce.

The sound of cars came from far away.

But it was drowned out by the shouts of the mob.

The three speeding pickup trucks were also blocked by the thugs.

Under Lu Xixiao's heavy punch, the leader's hands that were protecting his head were unable to loosen, revealing a fatal weak point.

Lu Xixiao's fist hit the vulnerable point without hesitation.

A bloody fist struck the neck.

There was a "click" sound.

Lu Xixiao punched the leader with all his strength and broke his neck. The white bone pierced through the skin and stuck out.

The leader's head was tilted at an abnormal angle, blood was flowing down his neck, and he fell down in disbelief.

The thugs' eyes widened.

Lu Xixiao originally wanted to take the leader hostage.

But his condition was already somewhat out of control, and he lost control of the strength of his hand and killed the planned hostage.

The thugs' eyes widened.

After a moment of silence, they heard the sound of a car.

But they had no time to care at this time. They raised their guns angrily and were about to shoot Lu Xixiao and others to avenge their boss.

Lu Qi and his companions took the lead and threw out the smoke bombs and the only two grenades they had been holding in their hands.

And rushed towards Lu Xixiao immediately.

Gunshots rang out immediately afterwards.

The sound of bullets hitting flesh, screams and sounds of people falling to the ground mixed together.

The smoke was filled with blood mist.

After a burst of gunfire, everything returned to calm.

Smoke obscured the view.

Lu Qi's voice came from the smoke: "Fifth Master."

What happened? They were unharmed by such a barrage of gunfire.

The sound of short boots hitting the ground could be heard through the smoke.

Several people stood in front of Lu Xixiao vigilantly.

Lu Xixiao looked up.

Wen Li walked out of the smoke with a group of mercenaries.

When the smoke cleared, behind Heishui were the bodies of the thugs.

Lu Xixiao was stunned, his heart trembling, and he was a little bit unbelievable.

Lu Qi: "...Ms. Wen."

Lu Qi felt like crying.

Wen Li was also wearing mercenary clothes, with a dagger and a pistol hanging around his waist and a submachine gun in his hand.

The lingering smoke in the air made her squint slightly.

She looked at Lu Xixiao expressionlessly.

How did it become like this?

Lu Xixiao was in a mess, with the large bloodstain on his right shoulder being particularly eye-catching. His forehead was pale, and cold sweat soaked his hair and temples.

His breathing was disordered and his chest was heaving.

His black eyes, exposed outside his triangular bandana, were bloodshot as he stared at her intently. The emotions in his eyes surged like a wave, sweeping towards Wen Li.

Even from a distance, Wen Li could feel his inner uneasiness.

There were so many complicated emotions in his eyes.

Wen Li was a little confused.

But she was sure that there was no hatred or murderous intent towards her in his eyes.

Could it be that his identity has not been exposed?

He came here to find me, still unwilling to give up on his relationship.

But, it should be impossible to hide it now - at this time, all the Heishui were behind her, and Lu Qi recognized Lin Ke's back.

The enemy is few and we are many, and we just saved Lu Xixiao. Do you want to confront Lu Xixiao here? If Lu Xixiao has a little gratitude, we will really go our separate ways in the future.

If he doesn't know how to be grateful and his hatred for her is still greater than his love for her, then I will use his life to force him to reconcile.

No, the black marketeers are very good at judging the situation and are insidious and cunning. What if she agrees to a settlement on the surface, but then kills her as soon as she finds an opportunity?

Wen Li hesitated whether to gamble.

Lu Xixiao pushed away the subordinates who were blocking his way.

Walk quickly towards Wen Li.

After the battle just now, his body was almost at its limit, but at this moment he seemed to have recovered, without any sign of effort, as if he had overdrawn his adrenaline. His steps were steady and firm, and he walked faster and faster.

Wen Li did not retreat or avoid, but just stood there and watched him come.