Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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Mr. Zhang grabbed Xu Qin's hair.

Ignoring the little girl's pained cries, he grinned maliciously, displaying the utterly wicked image of a bully who preys on men and women.

"You bitch, slap me. You're just asking for a man's fucking."

He's definitely a nouveau riche; he has a very rough and unsophisticated air about him.

He reveals his true colors as soon as he drinks alcohol.

This girl doesn't look like a proper, respectable woman at all today.

Her little butt was so perky and tempting that I just wanted to touch it.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a wild little horse.

He raised his hand as if to slap Xu Qin a few times.

Li Xuliang and his group of young men, their blood boiling, engaged in another fierce battle, only to be suppressed once more.

They were all injured, it was a terrible sight.

Give these high school students a few more years, and with more social experience, they'll learn to intimidate others by using their family's influence.

But now when something happens, they all panic.

Even Huang Tingzi, known for his cunning, looked terrified.

The look of terror on the face of a law-abiding citizen encountering a scoundrel.

Mr. Zhang licked his lips, looked at Xu Qin who was crying her eyes out, and raised the sandbag in his hand to slap the ground.

The three little girls, including Huang Chengzi, were all pale.

This was perhaps the most desperate moment of their lives.

He usually acts aggressively and jokingly at school.

I am the only one who reigns supreme in heaven and on earth.

That's because they haven't experienced the darkness of society.

Especially in places like nightclubs.

There are all sorts of people, good birds are few, bad birds are many.

In a few years, they may experience what adults do, such as being picked up while unconscious and drugged.

Just then, a shout rang out from outside the door: "You can't come in here."

.......

119 called the parents; Xia Qing took the initiative.

Several muffled thuds were heard, followed by the door being pushed open.

Qiao Yu, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, stood at the door.

He glanced at the miserable state of the private room and frowned.

Four security guards were lying at my feet.

He heard crying.

Everyone looked towards the doorway, their gazes falling on the uninvited guest.

Li Xuliang's dark eyes suddenly flashed with light.

Yellow oranges and pear blossoms glistening with rain.

Seeing Qiao Yu was like seeing a ray of dawn.

"It's just squatting on the toilet, why did so much happen?" Qiao Yu muttered.

"Who are you!"

Mr. Zhang's hand failed to land the slap, and his expression turned unfriendly.

Qiao Yu pointed to Li Xuliang, who had beaten him so badly that even his aunt could hardly recognize him, and said, "This person is my student."

Mr. Zhang sneered: "So there's still one fish that slipped through the net. You're trying to stand up for him."

Anger flared within him.

It's uncertain whether this unexpected intervention secretly called the police.

General Manager Zhang waved his hand and said, "Give it to me."

Three burly men pounced on Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu did not back down at all, but instead assumed a defensive posture.

"Call the police."

"What are you standing there for? Run!"

Seeing that this guy neither dodged nor avoided, Li Zongwei and the others panicked.

The best option is to call the police.

His shouting attracted a crowd.

Trying to be a hero is undoubtedly the most foolish thing to do.

Anxiety, disappointment, anger and other emotions rose in everyone's hearts.

The next moment, everyone's eyes widened.

His face was full of disbelief.

Qiao Yu, trying to be a hero, faced three men who rushed at him, each holding an empty wine bottle.

He neither dodged nor avoided it.

He kicked the man in the abdomen, who was the first to be hit.

The guy only had time to let out a muffled groan before he flew backward and crashed heavily onto the marble tabletop.

His body was curled up like a shrimp, trembling in pain.

Both the enemy and allies were shocked.

Even at the very least, a grown man weighing 150 or 160 pounds, combined with the momentum of running, would still be kicked five or six meters away.

This... is incredibly superhuman strength.

The remaining two men, catching a glimpse of their companion flying through the air out of the corner of their eyes, felt a chill run down their spines.

But there is no turning back when the bow is drawn.

They were only three steps away from Qiao Yu.

I hesitated for a moment, should I fight or not?

The idea had barely formed in my mind when I hadn't yet made a decision.

Qiao Yu took a step to the left and punched out diagonally, hitting the man on the left in the ribs.

Without even glancing at him, he knelt down on the ground with a "plop."

He spun around and swept his right elbow horizontally.

With another muffled thud, the man on the right spat out two front teeth.

He covered his mouth, his face contorted in pain.

Qiao Yu delivered a finishing kick to each of them, knocking them out.

The whole process takes no more than five seconds.

With lightning speed and ferocity, he knocked down three men.

Qiao Yu took off his t-shirt and wrapped it around his right fist.

Judging from his posture, he's clearly going to take on a whole group of people by himself.

A ferocious look crept onto Mr. Zhang's face as he said menacingly:

"Give him a beating! I don't believe he can take on a whole group."

Although this uninvited guest really intimidated me.

But our side has more people and greater strength.

The men still didn't believe they would lose; at most, they would only lose a few men.

Number 11, including General Manager Zhang, grabbed empty beer bottles and charged forward aggressively.

Qiao Yu was faster than them.

With lightning speed, he delivered a groin kick, taking care of one of them.

Twist your waist and swing your arms, and you're done!

It's nothing like the flashy, elaborate counter-strategies shown on TV.

In real combat, the contest is about strength and speed.

They can often defeat their opponents in one or two moves.

The private room was not small, but it was clearly not enough to be a battleground for a dozen or so people.

Qiao Yu dodged and weaved, trying his best to dodge.

He still got hit quite a few times.

Fortunately, his physical condition is much better than before.

I also redeemed advanced fighting skills.

It can be completely held up.

Next up is time for individual performances.

A room full of young boys and girls watched as the formidable man, trapped in a dense encirclement, repeatedly broke through and escaped.

A pair of iron fists swung with powerful force.