Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

Look, when the three younger brothers around heard their boss’ roar, they all clenched their fists and rushed forward.

Faced with the appearance of three people, Feng Jun did not resist immediately, but overturned the table.

A huge table was turned over, and all kinds of scalding ingredients on it were thrown towards the three people in front of him. One of the unlucky guys was directly splashed with the boiling casserole porridge on his head.

She immediately let out a howl of pain, pinching her clothes and dancing left and right. I thought she was developing some new dance.

“It’s hot...it’s hot...it’s hot.” ​​The man let out a cry of pain.

The table was lifted up, blocking the attack of three people for a while, and even by coincidence, it killed one person.

However, Feng Jun did not stay for too long. He pulled Shen Lin'er and ran into the store.

"Hide well and don't get hurt." Feng Jun brought Shen Lin'er into the store and said to Shen Lin'er with a serious expression.

"Boss, you have to be careful." Shen Lin'er said in panic.

"Don't worry, they're just a few little bastards." Feng Jie gave Shen Lin'er a reassuring look.

At this moment, the guy named Brother Fire Dragon had already rushed over with three people, even the man who had just been burned on the face followed.

"Boy, you are dead. Even if Jesus comes today, he can't save you. I say that." The fire dragon looked at Feng Jun with a grim smile. He didn't know when, he had a dagger in his hand.

When Feng Jun saw the shining dagger in the hand of the guy named Fire Dragon, he frowned and thought to himself that he had met a idiot.

Feng Jun had been in many fights before, especially during his college years.

But Feng Jun still knows one thing very well, no matter how much you fight in your daily life, it is not a serious matter. At most, you can just go to the police station for civil mediation.

After all, if you really just use your fists and feet to hit someone, unless you are extremely unlucky or you meet a top professional boxer, otherwise at most you will get bruises all over.

But now that he saw the gang leader pull out a dagger, it was different. If he wasn't handled properly, he could lose his life.

And once a knife is used, it won't be as simple to deal with as an ordinary fight. It won't be something that can be mediated just by wanting to.

Feng Jun wanted to say something, but the fire dragon didn't give Feng Jun a chance to speak and stabbed at Feng Jun with the dagger.

When Feng Jun saw the sharp dagger stabbing straight at him, he was startled, cursed inwardly, and hurriedly dodged.

Barely avoiding the oncoming knife, Huolong swung his hand back and the sharp dagger continued to move towards Feng Jun.

The next moment, a hole was torn in Feng Jun's clothes, and a scratch appeared on his chest, with a trace of blood oozing out from the wound.

"Damn." Feng Jun roared.

If I hadn't dodged in time, it would not be just a small cut. It might have been a deeper and longer cut.

Fortunately, there is only a cut, but it is only three to five centimeters long and not very deep.

"Boy, you are dead." said the fire dragon with a grin.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jun picked up a folding stool and lifted it up heavily.

The next moment, it hit the fire dragon's hand with such force and power that there was a loud bang.

Fire Dragon's hand suffered such a heavy blow that he could no longer hold the dagger in his hand.

As the blow landed, Feng Jun rushed forward and kicked the fire dragon hard in the stomach, directly kicking the fire dragon away.

If Feng Jun didn't still have a trace of rationality, the stool he just hit would have hit the fire dragon's head.

Huolong was kicked away directly, and Feng Jun was punched twice on the back. Huolong's younger brothers also took advantage of this opportunity to secretly punch Feng Jun twice.

"Damn it, you bastards." Feng Jun roared, picked up a folding stool and smashed it towards the people.

After being attacked from both sides, a minute later, the surroundings finally returned to complete calm. The three guys fell to the ground, wailing in pain, each of them with a bruised face and a miserable appearance.

As for the inside of this late-night snack shop, it was also in a mess, with all the tables, chairs and benches broken.

"Boss, are you okay?" Shen Lin'er looked at the wound on Feng Jun's chest with tears in her eyes.

"I... I may not... no... can't do it anymore." Feng Jun covered the scar on his chest and said to Shen Lin'er.

"Ah... Boss... You... You... please don't be in trouble. What should I do if you are in trouble?" Shen Lin'er cried, her eyes filled with tears, her delicate face was full of tear marks, and she hugged Feng Jun directly.

"Ahem, you're holding me so tight, I can't breathe. I mean, I'm so thirsty. I just sat down and didn't even drink water." Feng Jun had a smile on his lips. When Shen Lin'er threw herself into his arms just now, Feng Jun could clearly feel that hint of softness.

"Ah... Boss... You... You are okay." Shen Lin'er looked at Feng Jun with red eyes, who suddenly smiled.

The next moment, she realized that she had been deceived by Feng Jun. She rolled her beautiful eyes and pushed Feng Jun away.

"Hiss." Feng Jun took a breath, his face full of pain.

This was not Feng Jun pretending, but he was in real pain. Shen Lin'er pushed right on the wound on Feng Jun's chest.

Although the wound was not deep, a lot of blood was lost. This push made Feng Jun feel extremely painful.

"Boss, please stop pretending. I won't be fooled by you again." Shen Lin'er wiped her tears and said to Feng Jun.

"I'm not pretending. You pushed the wound and it hurts." Feng Jun pointed to the wound on his body and said with a grin.

Feng Jun now felt pain all over his body, with a wound on his chest and several punches on his back.

At first, when the adrenaline was rushing through my body, I didn't feel anything, but now that I have completely calmed down, the pain is coming.

"Ah?" Shen Lin'er realized at this moment that she seemed to have really pushed Feng Jun's chest just now. When she saw the blood flowing out of his chest, Shen Lin'er suddenly panicked.

"Ahem, go get me a bottle of water. I'm thirsty. Also, why haven't the police come yet? Shouldn't this be like in the movies? After I save the girl and fight, they show up at the right time?" Feng Jun muttered softly.

Seeing that Feng Jun was still in the mood to joke, Shen Lin'er realized that Feng Jun was fine, and she finally put her mind at ease.