Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

The lone wolf, ready to strike, flashed a few traces of ruthlessness when he swept past the woman who was held by two men. He quickly slipped through the crowd, kicked down the two men who were holding the woman, and held her waist tightly before she fell.

His brown eyes were filled with scattered stars and a special warmth. He gently placed the woman in the corner of the cargo box.

Turning his head to look at the thugs rushing towards him from all directions, his usual nonchalance was gone, the hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, and his eyes were filled with coldness, as if his body was covered with fangs and spikes rising from the ground.

That overwhelming murderous energy burst up from his body.

Seeing the man rescue the woman in just a few moves, Lin Yi's expression suddenly changed. His face became a little ferocious, and his originally ordinary appearance became even more distorted. "What are you still looking at? Come on, if you can't kill me, I won't need you anymore."

Song Liren didn't remember that the two of them had such a life-and-death hatred. Even though he knew that the man was dissatisfied with him, he never took it to heart because he was not worthy of it.

But he really didn't expect the man to have the guts to kill him here. He sneered, "Does your father know what you did? A filial son."

"If I get out of here alive, you know what the consequences will be."

"You, everyone present, and the entire family behind you will all pay the price for your choice."

Lin Yi knew what he was doing, but now he had no chance to retreat.

As long as Song Liren is alive, he will always be a man's accessory and decoration. No matter who it is, the first person they see is Song Liren.

Whether it was his father or the elders, their attention was always focused on Song Liren, even if he fought, raced, drank... he did everything. And no matter how well he did, he would never be as good as him in the eyes of others.

Lin Yi did not retreat because of the man's threat. Instead, the thirty or so strong men present took a few steps back in fear. Lin Yi noticed this and glared at them fiercely.

"It has come to this. If you let him go back alive, he will die."

Most of the people around had something on Lin Yi, so they gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

Song Liren swiftly picked up a stick that had fallen on the ground, formed a protective semicircle in front of Wen Shiyun, and fought off the attackers one by one. Someone tried to sneak attack him, but before the stick could hit his head, his eyes curled up slightly, and he kicked the stick in two with a side kick.

After several rounds, although the man's hair on his forehead was soaked and his chest was heaving, he was still unharmed.

On the other hand, the people who were besieging him were beaten all over.

For a while, no one dared to step forward.

He is like a lone wolf, guarding the treasure behind him and refusing to give an inch.

Wen Shiyun's face turned pale. She tried hard to open her eyes. The scene in front of her gradually became clear. The tall and straight back of the man was like a mountain blocking her firmly. Unlike his usual laziness,

"Song...Li Ren." Her voice was weak, and she called out the man's name without confirmation.

He glanced at her with a reassuring look, then returned to the fight.

Although his punches hit the target and his movements were brutal, he was not an iron man after all. She could clearly see that he was gradually becoming weak under the siege of dozens of people.

One of them saw the opportunity and hit his shoulder with a stick from the side. He groaned without even pausing.

Lin Yi looked at the man who dozens of people were unable to take down immediately, his eyes full of jealousy, and even a little fear after witnessing the man's strength with his own eyes. He became more determined to get rid of him. He made a decision immediately and shouted,

"Go and hit him and protect the woman behind him."

Since he wants to protect it, let's see if he can do it.

Upon hearing this, several people quickly swung their sticks at the woman who was sitting on the ground. Song Liren didn't think twice and moved in front of the woman, taking the blows. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, but he still stood straight.

"Song Liren!"

She gritted her teeth and struggled to stand up, finally regaining some strength.

If she wanted to help him break the impasse, she couldn't remain passive any longer. She bit her pale lower lip, put her hand into her jeans pocket, and took out the penknife.

While Song Liren was blocking the others, he looked at Lin Yi who was standing the farthest away, rushed forward with all his strength and controlled the man.

Even a second is enough to bet that he won't react immediately.

She forced herself to calm down, and placed the pen knife squarely against Lin Yi's throat. With a little force, blood came out.

“Tell them to stop.”

Lin Yi sneered, not believing that a weak woman like her could have such courage, and said nothing.

Wen Shiyun's face was pale, but her expression was determined and unyielding. She gritted her teeth and exerted some force, pushing the penknife in a few millimeters, and more blood flowed down.

He felt a sharp pain and realized that the woman was not joking. His face suddenly changed and he immediately gave in. His voice trembled a little, "Okay, stop, stop, stop."

He never expected that the woman he had never taken seriously would become the key to his turnaround in the end.

She was glad that she changed into this pair of jeans for easier movement before going out with Su Bing today. The pen knife was a habit she inherited from her previous world. Accidents and malice always happened to her the most, and most of the time, she could only protect herself.

Song Liren looked at the pale but stubborn woman in front of him. He felt a dull pain in his chest and even his heartbeat became heavy.

He walked calmly and took a few steps to the woman's side. Several big men listened to Lin Yi's order and hesitated without stopping her, formally handing over the initiative completely.

Song Liren's going to Lin Yi meant that the man's plan had failed.

He took her hand holding the penknife.

The woman's icy hands were almost frozen, but she still held the penknife tightly, with a barely noticeable tremor.

He lowered his voice and said, "Be good, let go."

Wen Shiyun's trembling hands loosened slightly, and were held upside down in the man's big hand, with their fingers interlocked. The hot body temperature flowed through the man's big hand, warming her up little by little.

Song Liren pulled her behind him, and glanced at Lin Yi nonchalantly with his black eyes, which were cold to the bone.

He grabbed Lin Yi's neck with his other hand and tightened it tightly. Lin Yi didn't even have time to beg for mercy or say a word.

The man lifted him up into the air by the neck. Lin Yi's face flushed red due to suffocation. He weakly tried to pull at the man's big hand with his hands, not moving at all, and his feet dangling in the air.

It is an absolute suppression of strength.

Lin Yi didn't even have the chance to resist; his eyeballs were even pinched until they turned up.

Ning Yuzhi covered her mouth and saw that Lin Yi had failed. She took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and ran away in a panic.

"Do you think I don't dare to kill you?" He had a smile on his face, with a hint of coldness and ruffianism, and a hint of barely visible madness in his eyes.

It was the first time that Lin Yi felt so close to death. The fear in his eyes spread wildly and penetrated into his heart.

He suddenly came to his senses and regretted why he had provoked this madman. He struggled to utter a few syllables in his throat, and a yellowish liquid with a foul smell seeped out of his pants, revealing his ugly appearance.