Chapter 232 The Man Who Beats My Mother

Sooner or later, if you stay alone with Yan Qingqing like this, something will happen. Yan Qingqing is not Wenwen. This girl is incredibly beautiful and has long legs, but I can’t feel much lust for her. Yan Hu is different. This woman Every gesture and gesture exudes an alluring aura and signals all the time.

And you definitely can't sleep here, there's only one bed.

After dinner, Han Qian suggested going downstairs for a walk or a drive, and asked Yan Qingqing to take him home. Yan Qingqing did not hold back, and went downstairs with her keys in her pajamas. Yan Qingqing listened to music and drove, Han Qian He stared at the rearview mirror and frowned.

Gradually, Yan Qingqing turned off the music and smiled.

"What? Are you afraid that I will go to your house? With your brows furrowed like this, Han Qian, why are you different from a normal man?"

"I'm just not horny. Stop in front and I'll go to the toilet."

The motorcycle had been following them all the way. Yan Qingqing was driving very fast. If he was just along the way, he would have been left behind. Han Qian didn't want to involve Yan Qingqing. After parking, he quickly got off the car and walked towards a small road that was not dark. .

He took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Yan Qingqing, telling her to lock the car door because it was too dark in here.

There were no street lights on the road in Huangdi Village at night. It was so dark that you couldn't see anything. There were weeds on the left and right. After walking two miles inside, you entered this urban village. Han Qian took out a stick in the grass and continued to dig deeper. .

If he is just a kid who likes to ride motorcycles at night while racing, then he is overthinking it. If there are some guys with evil intentions who are planning to take advantage of him, he will also give himself a chance to resist.

Gradually, the sound of motorcycles came from behind. Now it was certain that they were not the children of the racing gang. They would not choose this path. Han Qian turned around and held the wooden stick in his hand tightly.

The motorcycle headlights shined directly into his eyes, and the dazzling light dazzled Han Qian's eyes so that he could not see anything. Han Qian raised the stick in his left hand. If he hit the wrong one, he would blame these two unlucky children for his misfortune. Bar.

Boom!

The wooden stick did not hit the car or anyone. Instead, it collided with a metal steel pipe. Han Qian was also repelled by the force. He accidentally stepped into a pit and fell to the ground. , Han Qian didn't have time to think too much at this moment, because the motorcycle came over again.

This was obviously aimed at him, and she wanted to hit him to death.

When he got up, Han Qian pulled off the bandage hanging from his neck and held the wooden stick in both hands. When the motorcycle was less than one meter away, Han Qian turned sideways and swung the wooden stick in his hand with all his strength.

The car overturned and people fell.

Without even thinking about it, Han Qian rushed towards the two of them with a wooden stick. When the stick fell, he felt severe pain in his calf, and the stick in his hand also fell on the guy's helmet.

It was two people, both wearing helmets to protect their heads. One of them held a steel pipe in his hand and whipped Han Qian on his calf.

Han Qian limped back step by step. Without saying a word, he gradually retreated into the grass. The two guys got up and rushed towards Han Qian's grass. The performance of the steel pipe was indistinguishable.

There are no street lights, no surveillance, and no one will pass by.

It was the best place to commit the crime. Han Qian guessed it, and so did they.

After the steel pipe was thrown out an unknown number of times, it collided with the wooden stick again. The guy holding the steel pipe was slightly stunned and shouted anxiously to his companions.

"Han Qian is here, shine a flashlight into his eyes."

"As you scolded me, my flashlight broke. I'm coming over."

Another guy ran here with an old-fashioned flashlight in his hand. The steel pipe and the wooden stick collided again and again. The steel pipe was very conspicuous at night. Han Qian could see the shadow of the waving steel pipe. Suddenly! Just when the light was gone, the wooden stick hit the head of the guy who was running over.

At night, their vision was much worse than that of Han Qian when they wore helmets. When the stick fell, the guy holding the flashlight fell to the ground with a groan, and then a roar came from behind Han Qian.

"Han Qian, should I mess with you?"

Han Qian turned around and swung his stick away, then cursed back.

"I'll kill you and then go fuck you again."

Han Qian never said that he did not dare to kill. That was when he was forced to a certain extent. When the stick collided with the steel rod, a low roar came from behind. At this time, Han Qian had no time to turn around, and there was severe pain in the back of his head. , was kicked in the back, and Han Qian was also kicked in the chest when he fell forward.

The successive blows made Han Qian unsteady on his feet and fell to the ground. Without thinking, Han Qian rolled into the grass.

He was betting that these two guys couldn't see well with their helmets on.

His bet was right, but he was careless.

The headlights of the motorcycle turned on, and he was exposed to the sight of the two guys. Han Qian's back collar was already dyed red.

Now that he was exposed, Han Qian no longer hid. He stood up despite the pain and touched a brick.

The guy holding the steel pipe is not tall, about 1.7 meters, but the guy holding the flashlight is 1.9 meters tall. Both of them wear helmets and gloves on their heads. The man holding the steel pipe said with a evil smile. .

"Thief Sun, you are hiding."

"I'm your father."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian rushed forward with a brick in his hand. At this time, the guy with the flashlight shouted.

"Hit him on the right shoulder. He had a gunshot wound to the shoulder."

Han Qian turned around and rushed towards the tall guy. The guy with the steel pipe in his hand was not difficult to deal with. He had just taken three steps when his feet slipped and he was about to fall. Han Qian threw the brick and thought He didn't even want to touch the wooden stick at his feet.

He stepped on this just now, grabbed the wooden stick and swung it at the guy who rushed over. Han Qian was a little disappointed that the brick did not smash the motorcycle headlight.

Han Qian waved the stick randomly to prevent the guy holding the steel pipe from getting close, and roared at his companions to come quickly and deal with Han Qian.

These two guys want Han Qian's life.

Han Qian was wounded and fighting one against two. The accumulated experience in fighting in the past 25 years allowed him to persist for five or six minutes without being knocked down. The wooden stick in his hand had been lost, and the steel pipe disappeared at the same time. .

Looking at the two guys in front of him, Han Qian was dressed roughly. .

I was careless, but I didn’t expect that there were two professionals who specialized in this kind of business.

The two guys wearing helmets approached Han Qian step by step. Han Qian looked at the two and smiled, slowly straightened up and grinned.

"Two grandsons, I might not be the one left here tonight."

As soon as the words fell, there was only a click sound, and the motorcycle's headlights shattered, and they entered the darkness again. For a moment, the two gangsters were stunned. Han Qian had already started running, leaping high and putting his foot in the short man's arm. On the helmet, both of them reached the bottom at the same time.

When the tall man rushed to help, a sharp roar came from behind.

"You dare to hit my man?"