Chapter: 438

Before he got close to Room 8, he heard it.

The sound of slapping and Yin Sangsi cursed and struggled more intensely.

The tenants on this floor closed the wooden doors tightly, and no one dared to come out and walk around.

Lumian put one hand in his pocket and came outside 408. The first thing he saw were the figures of two thugs.

They were wearing dark jackets and were blocking the door sideways.

At this time, Yin Sangsi's cursing was gradually mixed with crying and screaming: "You are raised by sows!"

"I curse you! I'm going to cut that thing under you!"

Lumian raised his eyebrows and approached the two thugs at the door.

"What are you doing?" one of the thugs asked sharply.

Lumian didn't answer, but suddenly stepped forward, came to them, and reached out to grab them.

His movements were so swift that he grabbed the back of the heads before the two thugs could react.

Lumian pushed hard enough to make their heads bump into heads.

In Dong's voice, the two thugs had bruises on their foreheads, their eyes turned white, and they fell limply.

As they got out of the way, Lumian saw the scene in the room: Yin Sangsi, with long flaxen hair and a delicate appearance, was lying on the bed, her dress was messy, her face had obvious signs of redness and swelling, and her brown hair was slightly curly all over her face The sloppy Wilson was putting away a stack of banknotes, his belt was untied, and another thug was responsible for holding Yin Sangsi down.

Sensing the movement at the door, the leader of the Stinger Gang swiftly stretched out the two ends of the belt and looked out.

Then he saw Lumian who wiped his hands lightly and stepped over two of his men.

Without giving Wilson a chance to ask questions, Lumian smiled and said, "Did no one tell you that the Golden Rooster Hotel is now under the protection of our Savoie Party?"

Before he could finish his sentence, before Wilson had fastened his belt, he had already stepped forward, and punched him with a cannonball.

Wilson dodges in a hurry and buckles his belt in no time.

At the same time, his eyes narrowed, and his eyes locked on Lumian.

Lumian suddenly felt a certain fear: it was the uncontrollable timidity and fear when ordinary people meet villains and gangsters, and Wilson made similar emotions substantive.

But when Lumian was an ordinary person, he was not the least likely to be intimidated by villains and dare not fight back. Born as a vagrant, he has always adhered to the idea of ​​escaping and surrendering if he can surrender, and if he can't, then dragging the other party to die together, and now that he is a Sequence 8 Extraordinary, he will be even less afraid.

Another Extraordinary? Relying on the vicious force brought by fear, Lumian clung to Wilson, and once again used the fighting skills of the close-quarters bunt.

His hands, elbows, knees, feet, etc. turned into weapons, suppressing Wilson, who was barely fixing the belt, like a storm.

Amidst the crashing sound, another thug reacted, picked up the chair in the room, and was about to smash Lumian's back.

But Lumian twisted his upper body like a snake, and walked around behind Wilson.

Bang, the chair hit Wilson on the head, making him stare and shake.

With a bang, the already solid chair was shattered.

Lumian returned to his body like a spring, and lifted his hind legs backwards.

His heel hit the thug's lower abdomen accurately, making a muffled sound.