"When I fight with them later, you will stay away. Don't worry, even if I get hurt, I will not die. It's just a group of mobs in the Black Tiger Gang."

Zhang Xiaoyue looks very confident about her kung fu.

Then she glanced at Ye Mo and said, "If there is any danger later, run to me, and I will protect you."

When Ye Mo laughed at Zhang Xiaoyue's words, when did he fall to the point of being protected by a little girl?

However, looking at Zhang Xiaoyue's serious look, Ye Mo nodded very well.

Seeing that Ye Mo had no weapons in his hand, Zhang Xiaoyue simply pulled out a dagger from her waist and threw it over.

He himself had already prepared a machete, which looked rough and fierce, and had nothing to do with her slender figure.

Ye Mo looked at the dagger in his hand and felt even more speechless. When did he kill people and use weapons?

The two walked along the slums, turned a turn, and came to a courtyard where a black tiger statue stood in front of the yard, but the statue looked a bit rough and was incomparable to some exquisite sculptures.

But the Black Tiger Gang at least created its own totem, so the snow eagle was so poor that it could only draw an eagle with a cloth, and it was like a grass chicken.

A group of people in the courtyard of the Heihu Gang were ready to go. Seeing Zhang Xiaoyue walking in with a knife to make trouble, several young people were eager to try.

They had never seen Zhang Xiaoyue, nor did they know each other, and they had no idea that Zhang Xiaoyue was here to seek revenge. They were swept by the machete in Zhang Xiaoyue's hand without any warning, and screams were heard all over the yard.

One of the young men's arms was chopped off by Zhang Xiaoyue, and the other young men were even more unlucky, with five fingers cut off.

Although the remaining two ran fast, they were still chased by Zhang Xiaoyue and cut twice on the back of their heads.

Ye Mo didn't expect that Zhang Xiaoyue, a girl who was seventeen or eighteen years old, looked like Wen Wenjing didn't expect to act so ruthlessly. It seemed that she was really cruel to avenge her father.

As soon as Zhang Xiaoyue took action, the Black Tiger Gang suffered heavy losses. Dozens of gangs rushed out of the tent and surrounded Zhang Xiaoyue and Ye Mo.

However, these people were afraid of being afraid to take action. After all, someone had already suffered a great loss from Zhang Xiaoyue before.

"Who are you? Why did we go to our Heihu Gang to make trouble and kill people? Don't think about leaving today." A man with the appearance of a leader stood up.

"The person who sells paste noodle soup at the intersection of Xijie is my father, named Zhang Laoba, you killed him, right? My aunt is here to seek revenge today. Your life is not enough for my father, and ten lives are not enough."

Zhang Xiaoyue was carrying a machete on her shoulder and stared at the group of people from the Black Tiger Gang coldly.

The group of people from the Black Tiger Gang were stunned when they heard Zhang Xiaoyue say this. They never thought that Zhang Laoba had such a beautiful daughter!

The most important thing is that although this daughter is beautiful, her style is in a sharp contrast with her appearance. She is holding a rough machete in her hand, and she is ruthless and will kill her as soon as she takes action.
Chapter completed!