Quick wear: Help!The ace female supporting role overturned!

Wu Rui's small fist landed on "Brother Qiang"'s chest as expected.

As soon as it landed on "Brother Qiang"'s chest, "Brother Qiang" who had a triumphant smile on his face just now and asked Wu Rui to hit his chest with a small fist suddenly seemed to be seriously injured, and his smile suddenly changed. Twisted like a chrysanthemum, she clutched her chest hard and fell to her knees, gasping for air.

After giving "Brother Qiang" a punch, Wu Rui immediately turned her fist into a palm, rounded half of her arm, and swept away the surrounding miscellaneous hairs without falling to the ground.

With the speed of ghosts, several drunkards only saw the afterimage. They covered their swollen faces with one hand and rubbed their eyes with the other hand. They were in disbelief, as if what just happened was just an illusion.

Wu Rui didn't stop, she backhanded and rounded half of her arms, leaving symmetrical palm prints on the faces of several people.

"Brother Qiang" regained his composure and stood up suddenly from the ground. While Wu Rui was concentrating on repairing the other people, he grabbed Wu Rui's backpack with one hand and rounded his arms, thinking I need to teach this ignorant woman in front of me a lesson.

Wu Rui quickly squatted down, jumped slightly on her feet, and hung half in the air for a while, relying on her weight to carry her backpack down.

"Brother Qiang" who was holding Wu Rui's backpack had to stumble and let go of his grip on the backpack before he stabilized his figure.

Immediately, Wu Rui swept across "Brother Qiang" who had just stood firm with a sweeping kick.

Several other drunkards were frightened by this kick and dispersed the siege.

"Brother Qiang" was swept to the ground and struggled to stand up to fight again.

Wu Rui ignored the drunken men who were frightened and dispersed. She squatted down and held her breath to prevent herself from inhaling the stench from "Brother Qiang". She grabbed "Brother Qiang" by the collar with her left hand and made a fist with her right hand.

Punch after punch hit "Brother Qiang"'s face, hitting the flesh.

Every time he punched me, he kept saying:

"Xiaoquanquan, right?"

"Bang" punch.

"Hit the chest, right?"

"Bang" punch.

"Do you want to play with me?"

"Bang" punch.

"I asked you if it was fun?"

"Bang" punch.

"Brother, will you play with me?"

"Bang" another punch.

"Brother Qiang"'s face was covered with small but unusually red and swollen fist marks, which looked very ridiculous.

The "Brother Qiang" who was beaten couldn't laugh at all. No matter how drunk he was, he was woken up by the punches one after another, and he was crying and begging for mercy.

"Auntie, let me go. I was wrong. I am just a bitch. I was drunk and made trouble. I was wrong. It is not fun at all. Stop hitting me. I am not your brother. I am your grandson. Let me go. Come on, ancestors."

The few drunkards who were watching and making noises were all frightened into cold sweats when they looked at the tragic situation in front of them.

"Brother Qiang" was on his knees, wanting to go over and hug Wu Rui's thigh to beg for mercy.

Wu Rui quickly moved away, with a cold face, she retracted her hand, threw the crying "Brother Qiang" aside, stood up, rubbed her right hand that had just undergone strenuous exercise with her left hand, looked at the people in front of her, and revealed a " A kind smile, with red lips blooming like rose petals:

"Brothers, do you still want to play?"

Several colorful heads shook their heads wildly.

"Don't you want to play?"

Wu Rui tilted her head, looking innocently at the people in front of her with curious and confused eyes, and blinked in coordination with her big eyes.

Several colorful heads shook even more crazily, their faces looked like those of mourning mothers, and their expressions were very ugly, and they all invariably squeezed out a smile and faced Wu Rui.

Extremely eye-catching.

Wu Rui covered her injured eyes, put away her "kind" smile, and her eyes became cold. For a moment, this dark alley seemed a bit colder.

"Unfortunately, it's too late. Now I want to play with you."

His long legs strode forward, like a playboy teasing a common girl. He took long strides and followed several people from left to right and from right to left.

Every time Wu Rui glanced over, several people couldn't help but shrink for a while.

"Brother Qiang" was lying on the ground. At first, he would scream out "ouch" and "ouch" in pain. As the atmosphere became more and more condensed, he no longer dared to speak out to attract the witch's attention. He just hid quietly. Gasping on the side.

After walking back and forth for two times, Wu Rui narrowed her eyes, slightly pouted her red lips, and said coquettishly, "Brothers, can I give you two a choice?"

He tilted his head and gave the colored haired people opposite him a cute head tilt, indicating that he didn't mean to force him at all, and continued:

"One is that I just played with 'Brother Qiang', one after another, taking turns playing 'Punch you in the face with a small fist'; the other is, you two play 'Punch your face with a small fist' with each other. "

"How is it?" After speaking, he raised his eyebrows and geared up, eager to be selected to play with them.

Seeing Wu Rui getting excited, several colorful heads looked at each other, recalling the tragic scene of "Brother Qiang" being hammered and crying, with fist marks all over his face. They shuddered involuntarily and didn't dare to think about it. What will happen to myself?

Lu Mao was the first to punch Orange Mao in the face. Orange Mao immediately refused to be outdone and punched Lu Mao in the face. The two of them fought harder and harder, and the more they fought, the more angry they became. In the end, their own personal hatred was mixed in. You Punch, I punched the opponent in the face.

Under Wu Rui's death gaze, the remaining two people also started to move hesitantly.

The more he hit, the drunkenness he had just suppressed came back again, and he couldn't help but hit the opponent with harder and harder fists.

"Brother Qiang" looked at the people fighting each other, and looked at the fist hitting the face, which seemed to bring back his own painful memories, and he screamed in pain along with the fist.

Wu Rui stood there, admiring it with a smile on her face.

The sound of the fists hitting the flesh intertwined with the sound of "Brother Qiang" lying on the ground screaming in pain, forming a beautiful symphony.

Not bad.

The great conductor of this beautiful symphony is me, Xiao Wurui.

Wu Rui nodded secretly, very satisfied with her commanding skills.

You're welcome. In this society, I just clean up a few dregs. If you have to ask my name, please call me Lei Feng.

Wu Rui straightened her backpack and clothes, grabbed the straps of her backpack with both hands, ignored the people fighting each other, and continued walking towards the exit of the alley.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the exit of the alley is getting brighter and brighter.

Wu Rui grabbed the strap of her suspender with both hands and stepped out of the alley.

A light step and a sweet smile.

Whoever sees it doesn't say something innocent and lovely.

If a caring person sees it, they will also feel that this girl is plainly dressed and behaves simply, and she looks particularly kind and can be bullied.

On the other side of the alley, a man came out from the nearby debris and looked with interest at the several colorful heads fighting each other and the back of the girl walking away easily.