It was too shameful to activate berserker mode in front of the squad leader. Even if there were three enemies rushing towards me, I hesitated for a second.

Boss Gao stood up, howling as the door opened wide, trying hard to receive a heavy blow from me, and also to slap me in the face with his elbow.

The two boys were holding low-quality butterfly knives bought at a street stall, and they surrounded me with their teeth and claws. Although the blades were thin, they sparkled in the sunlight, giving off a somewhat dangerous feeling.

The best way to face the current situation is to keep distance, create depth, and defeat them one by one. However, if I dodge, I will put the squad leader in danger. This is not Spartan style.

"Come here, I will confront you head on!"

I stamped my feet and got into an immobile posture, then shouted loudly and struck out with my left palm. This strike was not meant to hurt the enemy. Although I used the technique of Yin Yang Sanshou, it was a false move.

Sure enough, when Boss Gao saw me attacking with my palm, he straightened up his chest to receive my blow. But as soon as my palm touched his chest, I opened my hand and moved it to the left, pulling him away and unable to hold him back.

The pace, thump thump thump, fell away from my left side, and hit the stone wall hard, shaking off a lot of dust.

Damn, my wrists are numb. Boss Gao is actually very good at fighting, but his opponents have always been too weak, so he fought so poorly in front of me.

After letting Boss Gao come into close contact with the wall, I freed up my hands to deal with the two courageous gangsters holding butterfly knives. As the saying goes, an inch long is strong, and an inch short is dangerous. The other side is holding a dangerous short thing. My side

You should have some strong and long dick.

What is longer? My legs are of course one of the options, but the white shirt on my right shoulder is obviously better.

"You evil beast, hold on to your magic weapon!"

I secretly used my arm strength and suddenly swept out the shirt flatly. The sound of breaking through the air was comparable to that of a whip.

"Ah!" "I'm going!"

The button-down shirt was very lethal when swung up. I slapped Gao's two younger brothers hard on the face with the shirt. One of them hurt the corner of his eye. The butterfly knife was so painful that he let go of it and squatted on the ground without any hope.

His eyes were red and he looked like he needed comfort from his parents.

The other boy was just hit in the chin. He had been beaten by me before, and now he was a frightened bird. Before the white shadow on his shirt was swept in front of him, he was so frightened that he flicked his wrist and used the butterfly knife... what a butterfly.

The knife was thrown at me!

Why doesn't your grandma's legs act according to the routine? Do you think that being called a "butterfly knife" means you should fly freely like a butterfly? You think you are Xiao Li Feidao!

To be honest, my skill with flying props is not very good. In front of the squad leader who specializes in flying props, it is just a small skill in the squad. If the squad leader carries a knife with him and throws it out in an emergency, he will really be at the level of "Xiaosha Flying Knife".

But I had already worn out my moves by waving my shirt, and I couldn't adjust my posture. I couldn't use my hand to shoot down the butterfly knife, and I couldn't even move to avoid it. The squad leader was right behind me!

I didn't have time to think too much at the moment of lightning. I roared, threw away the white shirt in my right hand that was affecting my speed, and quickly pulled my right hand back.

"Crack"

I had calculated before that it would be too late to grab the knife in mid-air (even though the speed was relatively slow). I retreated with my right hand and used the outside of my arm to hit the blade of the knife, which was similar to an elbow strike.

But the object was not a person but a knife.

With a teeth-piercing sound, I successfully flicked the butterfly knife away with my elbow, causing it to fly sideways and hit the telephone pole. The inferior blade instantly curled up and fell to the ground. However, the lower part of my elbow was also struck.

The butterfly knife cut a bright red wound of 5 centimeters. Fortunately, it looked scary, but the wound was not deep.

"Ye Lin!" The squad leader's concerned voice came out from behind me. I was still immersed in the joy of the battle and didn't care about my wounds at all. I looked into the sky and smiled ferociously: "It's nothing to show off, just look at me.

Beat them all to death!"

The elder Gao was teased to death by me using Yin Yang Sanshou, and the two younger brothers were already frightened out of their wits. When they saw that I was injured, they looked like evil gods, and suddenly became smarter, and none of them said a word of nonsense anymore.

They ran away with a very tacit understanding. I guess they refused to stay even if I shouted and invited them to eat cakes.

"Hey! Where did the arrogance just now go? Stop! Let's fight for another three hundred rounds! Let's see if I don't deal with you weaklings..."

My eyes turned red, and I wanted to catch up from behind and use "weed-mower punishment" on them or other self-created criminal methods that were still under patent protection, but the squad leader hugged my injured arm from behind.

"Stop chasing, you're hurt!"

"Is this an injury? I'm not a woman..."

"You...you want to leave me here alone?"

The monitor's words made me calm down, but there was no fear for her own safety in her eyes that were as black as the night sky. She obviously said this deliberately to prevent me from chasing her.

Seeing that the opponent had run away, I released my fighting stance and began to adjust my breathing. The squad leader standing next to me should be able to smell both my sweat and blood.

"You are injured." The monitor repeated again, her left hand holding my right wrist tightly, as if I would escape if she let go.

"Scars are the badge of manhood! I have suffered such minor injuries hundreds of times, and they are nothing!"

In fact, I did suffer from a dozen stab wounds, but not as many as a hundred times. Just when I was bragging, drops of blood oozed from the wound on my elbow, and it fell to the ground and mixed with the dust.

Oops.

Every time I win a fight with a (male) man, I feel the urge to urinate. From a biological analysis, this is a primitive reaction of males fighting for their mates, and there is also an element of perverted desire.

I don't really want to go to the toilet right now, but... it's the same as last time under the Jiangqiao, you should understand.

The blood flow in my body increased, causing the wound to bleed faster.

The squad leader only cared about my wound and did not notice the changes in other parts of my body. After observing my wound closely, she said distressedly: "Why do you have to use your elbow to shoot down the flying knife? I am not directly behind you.

, I won’t be hurt if you just avoid it.”

Of course I knew what the squad leader said was reasonable, but I couldn't bet on this possibility at the time, and thinking about it from another perspective, it was much easier for me to ask the squad leader to take care of me when I was injured than for me to take care of the squad leader when he was injured.

"Don't move, I have a band-aid in my bag."

The monitor temporarily let go of my wrist. Her tone was like instructing a kindergarten child. After searching for a while in her lady's bag, she took out two waterproof band-aids and measured them on my wound.

, she realized that it was not long enough.

"There is no need to bandage at all, the wound will be sealed as soon as the blood dries up!"

I proudly introduced my Spartan injury recovery method, but the squad leader still tore off the two band-aids one after another.

I didn’t stick the Band-Aid on my wound, but used the adhesive of the Band-Aid to clean up the dust near my wound.

When I go here, it’s almost like a mobile phone sticker business. When did you start this side business, squad leader? Your family is an ancestral Orion business, not an ancestral film business, right?

After the band-aids completed their historical mission, the squad leader wanted to throw them into the trash can, but there was nowhere to be seen. The squad leader frowned and had to throw them on the ground temporarily, waiting to be dealt with later.

Then... the squad leader looked down at his white gauze skirt. After confirming that it was very clean, he didn't hesitate too much, gritted his teeth and started to tear the hem of the skirt with "pricking"!

Hey! Monitor, what are you doing! Do you want to tear up the white gauze skirt to make a bandage for me? Who wants to tie a woman's skirt to her arms! Stop! The knee-length skirt is turning into a miniskirt!

Ah...maybe I have some delusional elements. Even if the squad leader ruthlessly tears off a large piece of skirt, that is, turning the above-the-knee skirt into a knee-length skirt, revealing more of the absolute realm of shining white light, it is still far from a miniskirt.

A certain distance.

"You can't always let the wound bleed. Lift your arm a little bit." The squad leader ordered me in a gentle tone after she was ready. The bandage in her hand was so white that it seemed to melt in the sun.

It was really a bit see-through. When I thought about what I had seen through this layer of white gauze, the blood flow in my body became even more uncontrollable.

The squad leader didn't notice anything strange about me and concentrated on banding my wounds. It was obvious that she had specialized in emergency trauma treatment and had practiced it on her brother. Under her skillful hands, my wounds were quickly covered with layers of white.

Covered by gauze, moderate compression prevents blood from seeping out casually.

Well, even at this time, the squad leader still did not forget to tie the white gauze strips into a serious and cute bow after the bandage was completed - 120% symmetry.

However, my thoughts were blurred because of this, and the blood in my body was hot, like a wild horse trying to find an exit. Unfortunately, the wound had been bandaged.

The bandage torn off from the white gauze skirt still exudes the monitor's body fragrance. Her skirt has become shorter and thinner under the sunlight. At this time, on the deserted road, the only person who can bear witness is her mother-in-law.

Sky blue bicycle on a telephone pole.

"Shusa..."

Suddenly my blood rushed upward, I grabbed the squad leader's bare shoulders, pushed her to the stone wall on the right side of the telephone pole, and performed a relatively rough wall-dong.

"Eh?"

I didn't know what I was going to do, and the confused squad leader obviously didn't know either.
Chapter completed!