The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Chen Yifan's saber spun in his palm. "Second old dog, the Sky Eye Society has a rule that we rob money but not life. You touched the medical supplies. Do you want the higher-ups to chop off your hands?"

The Second Hall Master blew out a puff of smoke and said, "When I was in the underworld, you were still wearing open-crotch pants! I'm determined to get this batch of people. If you have the guts, just step over my dead body!"

"I couldn't ask for more." Chen Yifan licked his back teeth, and the saber suddenly came out of its sheath, the blade gleaming coldly in the setting sun.

A melee broke out between the containers. Chen Yifan's saber slashed the first sturdy man's arm, and with blood splashing in the arc, he turned around and kicked the two men on the left into the pile of oil drums.

There was a sound of breaking air behind him, and he swung his sword to block without looking back. The machete and the saber collided and sparks flew. The second hall master's face was twisted sinisterly behind the sparks.

The Second Hall Master seized the opportunity and smashed the steel pipe in his hand towards the back of Chen Yifan's neck. Chen Yifan heard the sound of breaking air and dodged sideways. The steel pipe brushed his ear and hit the wall, sparks flew.

He swung the knife again, but because he had not yet recovered from the car accident some time ago, the old injury on his back was pulled, and his movement was half a beat slow, and the blade only scratched the sleeve of the Second Hall Master.

"Wolf cub, are you hurt?"

The Second Hall Master discovered this and became even more excited. "I'll let you know today that old ginger is still spicy!"

During the melee, Shen Ran saw that the blood on Chen Yifan's back was oozing more and more. He gritted his teeth, grabbed the stick on the ground and rushed over.

The Second Hall Master punched Chen Yifan in the face, but was hit on the shoulder by Shen Ran with a steel pipe, causing him to groan in pain. He turned his head and stared at Shen Ran, "You bitch, how dare you ruin my good deeds!"

Before he finished speaking, he shook his wrist and the three-edged scraper hidden in his sleeve stabbed towards Shen Ran's throat like lightning.

Shen Ran's pupils shrank suddenly, and she leaned back suddenly, her hair brushing against the blade, and she raised her leg to kick the second hall master's wrist. With the sound of metal collision, the scraper was kicked away, but it drew a tricky arc in the air and nailed directly into the container behind her.

"Be careful!" Chen Yifan's roar mixed with the sound of rain.

Shen Ran rolled sideways instinctively. Three steel pipes hit the ground, grazed her scalp, and the splashing gravel scratched her cheek.

Twenty or so minions surrounded them in a fan shape. Shen Ran took a deep breath and stared at the strongest man on the left, who was the core of the opponent's formation. The dagger flew out of his hand and accurately pierced the man's knee.

In the moment when everyone was stunned, Shen Ran jumped up and stepped on the shoulder of the fallen person. She didn't know when she had a half-piece of steel bar in her hand. She shuttled through the crowd, and the dull sound of steel bars scratching flesh mixed with screams came one after another.

The fight between Chen Yifan and the Second Hall Master became more intense. The Second Hall Master's machete came with a whistling sound, but Chen Yifan ducked to avoid it and used his saber to strike the opponent's lower body.

But the Second Hall Master suddenly dropped his saber and held his wrist tightly with both hands. The two of them exerted force at the same time, and the saber drew a dangerous arc in the air, with the blade almost touching Chen Yifan's neck.

"Wolf cub, today I'm going to pull out your tendons and skin you alive!" Veins bulged on the Second Hall Master's forehead. His cronies behind him took the opportunity to pull out stun guns, the blue light of which was particularly dazzling in the rainy night.

Father Shen, who was tied to the container, struggled desperately, but the tape in his mouth made it impossible for him to make any sound. He could only watch his daughter being surrounded.

Shen Ran's white shirt had long been stained red with blood, but he fought more and more courageously. At this moment, he was pressing his knee against the back of a minion and twisting his arm with his backhand until it was dislocated.

At the critical moment, Chen Yifan also dropped his knife and slammed his forehead into the second hall master's nose. At the moment when the other party let go of the pain, he picked up the steel pipe on the ground and swept it across, knocking the stun gun away.

Then he hit the Second Hall Master's chin with an uppercut, but was also hit in the chest by the opponent's elbow, and staggered back a few steps.

"You wolf cub, I'm going to fight you!"

The second hall master wiped the blood off his face and pulled out a second knife from his boot. The two men grappled with each other again, the sparks from the collision of the blades illuminating their twisted faces.

After Shen Ran dealt with the thugs around her, she quickly rushed to her tied father. She used her dagger to accurately cut the rope on Shen's father's wrist. She pulled the tape hard, and Shen's father coughed violently and spat out the rag in his mouth:

"Ranran! Hurry up! There are too many of them..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Ran had already stuffed the pepper spray for self-defense into his father's hands: "Dad, cover your mouth and nose and follow me closely!"

The fight between Chen Yifan and the Second Hall Master was at a stalemate.

The blade of the Second Hall Master brushed past Chen Yifan's ear. He suddenly leaned over, hugged the other's legs, and used the momentum to slam the man into the container.

Amid the loud sound of metal collision, Chen Yifan rode on the other person and punched the bloody face like raindrops.

"I'm going to destroy you today!"

Chen Yifan roared, with his saber against the second hall master's throat, but the other party suddenly showed a bloody grin: "Wolf cub, you dare to kill me? Master Bai will not let you off easily..."

With a flash of cold light, the saber pierced the second hall master's right shoulder accurately. The scream tore through the rain curtain, and Chen Yifan pressed his knees tightly against the opponent's chest, the tip of the saber stirring in the flesh:

"I won't kill you, but I want you to know what happens if you touch my woman's family!" He turned his wrist, picked out a piece of bloody meat with his saber, and threw it at the second hall master's face.

Shen Ran supported his father and rushed to Chen Yifan. Looking at the young man who was covered in blood but still maintained a ferocious posture, Shen's father's Adam's apple rolled violently.

The second hall master's confidants looked at the boss lying on the ground, and no one dared to step forward. Chen Yifan shook the blood off the saber, and when he turned around, his steps were weak for a moment, but he was held steadily by Shen Ran.

"Are you hurt?" Shen Ran's fingertips touched the sticky blood on his lower back, and his voice trembled.

"It's okay, just a little skin broken."

Chen Yifan forced himself to stand upright and pointed his saber at the group of minions, "Get out!" In the heavy rain, the crowd rolled and crawled, dragging the second hall master and disappeared into the night.

Father Shen looked at his daughter's wounded arms and burst into tears. He never thought that his usually spoiled daughter would fight in the bloody storm to save him.

And Chen Yifan, whom he regarded as a gangster, was now using his body to shield them from the wind and rain.

"Walk……"

Chen Yifan spoke hoarsely and walked towards the parking lot first. Every step he took felt like he was stepping on cotton. The old wounds and new wounds on his back started to flare up at the same time, and the scene in front of him began to blur.

He bit the tip of his tongue tightly, the taste of blood spread in his mouth, and forced himself to stay awake.

When the lights of the off-road vehicle finally came into view, Chen Yifan's tense nerves suddenly snapped. He knelt heavily on one knee in the muddy water.

Shen Ran and Shen's father rushed forward almost at the same time. Shen's father supported the shaky Chen Yifan and said, "Good son-in-law! How are you?"

Chen Yifan raised his eyes, and the rain mixed with blood flowed into his eyes, the stinging pain made him sober for a short time. He looked at Father Shen's anxious face and forced a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Old... old thing, you finally changed your mind. This trip... is worth it!" As soon as he finished speaking, he fell forward.