Hiding from your predecessor

Missing the opportunity to control the enemy with one move, Han Yichuan gritted his teeth and shifted the angle of his back. With a muffled growl, he received two hard punches on the back.

Those two punches made him stagnate for a moment, but he resisted him for a moment, and hit the strong man's nose hard with a heavy blow.

The strong man let out a cry of pain and covered his entire face. The next second, another blow struck him in the stomach, causing him to retch and kneel directly on the ground.

Panting heavily, Han Yichuan kicked the strong man down, and then he rode up and beat him in the face again: "I'm doing business well, when I'm a sick cat?! I'm afraid of you?! Let them Get out, or I will beat you to death!"

The ferocious aura frightened the beggars into a daze, and it took several seconds for them to realize that they wanted to pull Han Yichuan away.

The strong man let out a moan, and Han Yichuan was still beating: "Get out? Get out!"

Before he finished yelling, Du Kai screamed in his ear: "Boss! Behind!"

Behind Han Yichuan, a beggar was holding a wooden plank he found somewhere, and slammed towards the back of Han Yichuan's head!

Dean rushed to the small square in front of the fried chicken shop, and this was what he saw.

As if in slow motion, a figure held a board in his hand, twisted his waist, and swung Han Yichuan's head vigorously. If the blow was real, Han Yichuan would suffer a lot!

Dean is going crazy!The adrenaline soared, the muscles in the legs twitched, and they took big strides and ran over desperately.

Han Yichuan suddenly felt a row of wind sounds behind his head, and his hair stood up. Before he could turn his head, he subconsciously wanted to bend down, but unexpectedly he was a step too late.

A muffled sound sounded from the back of his head, his head vibrated, and severe pain spread from the back of his head to his whole head like a lightning strike. Han Yichuan seemed to be able to hear the "clang" sound of his brain swaying in his head, and painful moans rolling in his throat, with a splitting headache. , his eyes went dark, he was knocked to the ground by a wooden board, lying on top of the strong man, only one painful word came into his mind, and the whole person lost consciousness.

With that solid slap, veins appeared on Dean's forehead while he was running, and his entire eye sockets were red.

"Yichuan!!!" With a loud scream, Dean punched the culprit in the back of the head, as if he was going to smash his brain stem, and the man fell unconscious on the ground.

The figure rushing out suddenly attracted everyone's attention. Dean's arm muscles bulged, and he roared and knocked down all the besieging besiegers.

A group of beggars lay on their backs on the ground, but Dean didn't even look at them. He quickly ran to Han Yichuan's side. Seeing that Han Yichuan was lying on the ground without any response, his lips trembled with fright, but the arm that supported Han Yichuan was unusually stable.

Pulling Han Yichuan, who was lying on top of the strong man and couldn't even support his body, into his arms, Dean spoke tremblingly: "It's OK. It's OK. It's okay, it's okay."

Han Yichuan's mind was muddled and dark, his consciousness seemed to be stirred by a hand, slowly peeling off his body, but he could feel the strength of the firm arm of the person hugging him, and the warmth and flexibility of the chest leaning behind him.An unexpected, reassuring strength and touch made him want to rely on for a moment.

It was the last thought on his mind before he passed out.