Within a few breaths, this group of people rushed in after me.
The first, a middle-aged man in a black suit, pointed at Ji Canghai and shouted.
"Damn, here it is!"
I was confused, what happened? Coming to seek revenge?
Ji Canghai stood up very calmly, not forgetting to straighten his collar.
With the help of everyone, a gray-haired old lady walked out of the crowd.
"You murderer! You murderer!"
The old lady cried and howled and pounced on Ji Canghai, but he was like a wooden stake, letting the old lady's nose draw a map on his body.
"You killed someone and stole the body. You deserve to die!"
Damn it!
There is indeed something wrong with Ji Canghai!
Right now, calling the police is my best option, otherwise, in the end, even the funeral home will be implicated.
This group of people pushed Ji Canghai, and I took the opportunity to take out my phone and prepare to call the police.
However, as soon as I unlocked my phone, the verbal abuse suddenly turned into a physical conflict.
This group of people was obviously well prepared, as iron rods and swing sticks were flying in the air.
Chen Jiayan pressed against the wall and tried to walk out, but was immediately wrapped into the crowd.
With so many people crowded together, even if she didn't hit her, just being trampled on her would be enough to kill her.
I don’t care about calling the police, I need to save people first!
I squeezed into the crowd with all my strength. When I looked up, I saw that Chen Jiayan was knocked to the ground by the crowd. She was holding her head in her hands and couldn't help but dodge. There were several more footprints on her gray and white sportswear.
A burst of blood rushed to my head, and I violently pulled the person around me away and crawled in through the gap.
When Chen Jiayan saw me getting in, she crawled on the ground and stretched her hands forward.
Our hands finally connected together. I pulled hard and a leather boot suddenly fell down and stepped on the back of my hand.
My back suddenly arched, and I pushed out hard: "Get out of here!"
Finally, I got some space, so I grabbed her arm, pulled her out hard, and finally pulled her out.
However, an elbow hit Chen Jiayan's nose without any warning.
For a moment, nosebleeds occurred.
"***!"
I picked up the bench and smashed it hard, forcing a way out.
Chen Jiayan's glasses have been folded, leaving only half of the frame hanging diagonally on the bridge of her nose, and her originally neat ponytail has turned into a bird's nest.
The scarlet nosebleeds on her chest completely ignited the anger I had always restrained.
"What, are you on the same team as him?"
At this time, a big hand fell on my shoulder and pushed me hard several times.
I looked up and saw that this man was at least 1.9 meters tall. He had green hair and a face full of flesh. At first glance, he looked like a master who was not easy to mess with.
However, I have to mess with you today!
Chen Jiayan can't just get beaten in vain!
I was not polite at all, I raised my foot and kicked him in the vitality, making him scream.
For those who want to be Taoist priests, they should first sharpen their temperament through martial arts. After they are almost tempered, the master will teach the scriptures.
When you learn martial arts, you learn not only martial arts, but also martial ethics.
Before going down the mountain, my master was still telling me: Don’t bully others with your fists and kicks.
It is precisely because of this that for so many years, I have never done anything with others.
Even just now, I didn't make any real moves with Ji Canghai.
However, you are the one forcing me now!
The punch I just made successfully attracted the attention of others. They all used their strength to chase and beat me.
Relying on my long-stalled boxing and kicking skills, I kept moving around in the crowd.
The punch avoids the vital points, but the punch hits the acupuncture points.
I promise, they won’t even think about going to the ground for three days.
Suddenly, there was a loud shout outside the door: "Stop the hell!"
I looked back and saw the curator rushing in with a group of people. Not only the security guards, but also Uncle Wang who burned the boiler came with him.
"What? Are you decorating it for me?"
The curator took off his coat and threw it on the ground, revealing the dark blue tattoo that had been deformed due to his weight gain.
Ji Canghai staggered to his feet, holding on to the iron bed behind him with one hand, and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his face.
Turning his head, he looked at the group of people: "It's okay, we didn't fight enough. Let's move to another place so as not to interrupt other people's business."
"call!"
Ji Canghai took off his clothes, and the muscles of Crouching Wolong were exposed in the air, and then he wiped the blood on his head with his clothes.
"I'm right here. Whenever you feel good, stop again."
It can be seen from the fight just now that Ji Canghai's kung fu is not bad.
He is so willing to be beaten, so there must be a lot of hatred in the process, right?
The curator looked at the messy condolence hall and waved to the people at the back. The security guard and Uncle Wang who was burning the boiler came over in a fan formation in an instant.
"Brothers, where did you come from?"
Faced with the curator's questioning, the group of people suddenly became silent...
