Chapter 2852: Four People Surround a Group of People

Originally, when these yellow-haired hooligans on motorcycles came speeding over, the surrounding pedestrians were frightened and scattered. Later, when they returned and surrounded Zhou Andong and Seeing Jian Qiu, the crowd gathered again to watch the spectacle.

"It's over—this man and woman are surrounded by these motorcycle gang members; they're definitely going to suffer badly."

"This man and woman don't look ordinary; they probably won't have any trouble."

"Even if they're not ordinary, what can they do? These motorcycle gang members aren't afraid of anything."

"Indeed, there's a crackdown going on now. But I heard that yesterday at the train station, several people had their gold necklaces and bracelets snatched by these motorcycle gang members. One person refused to let go and had their arm chopped off."

"I've heard about that too—apparently, a large contingent of armed police arrived at the train station today, specifically to arrest these motorcycle gang members."

"These motorcycle gang members and the ones who robbed at the train station probably aren't from the same group."

"Look how arrogant they are—even if they're not from the same group, they must still be in contact."

Zhou Andong faintly overheard the crowd's murmurs, lifted his head, and glanced at the dozen or so yellow-haired hooligans: "Eleven of them—can we take them?"

"Whether we can beat them or not, you still have me and Wentian and the others, right?" Seeing Jian Qiu glanced at the dozen yellow-haired hooligans, took off her outer coat, and fastened a button on her shirt collar: "Mainly, I haven't exercised in a long time—my strength and speed aren't what they used to be. Otherwise, these little punks drained by alcohol and lust? I could snap their necks with one hand."

Seeing Jian Qiu shook her neck, stepped forward toward the speaking yellow-haired hooligan, swinging her wrists as she walked: "Come down—I'll play with you."

At the same time, Wang Wentian and Yu Zhan, along with two others, took positions in three directions, subtly guarding Seeing Jian Qiu. If anything happened, they could act immediately.

The yellow-haired hooligans clearly heard the conversation between Seeing Jian Qiu and Zhou Andong, but they didn't care at all. They weren't even afraid of the police—how could they possibly fear this beautiful, delicate woman?

Sharp whistles pierced the air as the dozen or so yellow-haired hooligans, including the problem girl sitting behind, shouted loudly.

"Brother Hong!" one yellow-haired hooligan whistled and shouted: "This pretty girl looks down on us—you better really 'teach her a lesson,' help us vent our anger."

"Woo..." another yellow-haired hooligan waved his clothes wildly in the air, screaming at the top of his lungs: "Fuck her, fuck her—let her know how tough Brother Hong is."

Brother Hong chuckled wickedly, waved his hand, kicked down his motorcycle, then reached back and slapped the girl sitting behind him hard on her bare white thigh: "Come down, Brother Hong will find you a sister—you stand aside and cheer, and later, you two sisters can serve me together."

The girl behind got off the motorcycle, clearly dissatisfied: "Brother Hong, are you still capable? This old woman could be my mother—do you even find her attractive?"

"You know nothing," Brother Hong said with a lecherous grin, his eyes fixed on Seeing Jian Qiu's chest: "Older women have real strength—someday you'll learn from her."

Seeing Jian Qiu's eyes flashed with killing intent; the hooligan's gaze made her feel nauseous. Just as Brother Hong stepped off his motorcycle and his words faded, Seeing Jian Qiu stepped forward in one motion, swiftly raised her arm, grabbed his full head of yellow hair, yanked it down hard, then drove her knee up with brutal force.

The hooligan felt a flash before his eyes, then his scalp tightened as an irresistible force slammed his head downward. Then it felt as if his entire face had been smashed by a heavy hammer.

With a dull thud, the impact echoed, accompanied by a faint crack of bone—Brother Hong's head jerked upward, blood droplets flying in the air. Immediately after, he collapsed with a heavy thud to the ground, losing consciousness before he could even feel the pain.

The hooligan cheering on the sidelines and the tomboyish girl suddenly fell silent—like ducks squawking until their necks were wrung, their cheers cut off abruptly, and the scene plunged into an eerie silence.

"Damn!" a voice from the onlookers exclaimed, sounding like a Northeasterner: "Look at this big sister's speed and explosive power—she's definitely had professional training."

"It's not just her—didn't you notice the four people not far from her? I think they're the real experts."

"No!" another voice countered: "Look at how those four are standing—definitely military posture."

"They couldn't be her bodyguards, could they?"

"Need to ask?" the Northeastern voice rang out again: "Those four people are positioned to surround the dozen or so yellow-haired hooligans. You might think it's laughable—four people guarding over ten? But I tell you, it's true. As soon as that big sister faces danger, those four will act instantly and take down every one of those hooligans."

"Brother!" a fat man beside the Northeastern speaker said: "You're exaggerating—four people surrounding over ten? That's impossible."

The Northeasterner shrugged: "I used to be in the army, and if we brought a whole platoon to the battlefield, we might still not be a match for these four."