Wang Qiang is 30 years old this year, unemployed vagrant, goes out to work during the day to make money, and drinks, plays games and watches live broadcasts of beautiful women at night.

His favorite female anchor is Bai Yiyi.

Bai Yi artist is beautiful and sweet, kind-hearted, and Wang Qiang is crazy and obsessed with her. If he can earn 3,000 yuan a month, he is even willing to give Bai Yiyi 2,500 yuan.

Listening to Bai Yiyi in the live broadcast room, saying softly, "Thank you Brother Qiang for your plane reward, momo," Wang Qiang felt unprecedented satisfaction.

He is one of Bai Yiyi's fans. Over the past two years, he has rewarded Bai Yiyi with nearly 100,000 yuan.

"Brother Qiang is a rich man!"

"Brother Qiang is so generous in his actions. He must be a rich man."

"Brother Qiang, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!!"

Every time Wang Qiang rewards Bai Yiyi's plane and rockets, the barrage in the live broadcast room is shocking and praises. Wang Qiang, who is eating instant noodles across the screen, always feels indescribable vanity.

However, in the past two days, he learned that his goddess Bai Yiyi was actually harassed by kid!

Bai Yiyi cried in the live broadcast room and told her miserable experience. Wang Qiang was furious when he heard it. How could he see her beloved goddess being insulted by a trash anchor?

Wang Qiang was also a gangster and decided to avenge his goddess. He tried every means to find out the address of kid Lin Xiaozhou, lurking in secret, waiting for Lin Xiaozhou to return and give him a fatal blow.

Waiting and waiting, waiting for four days near the house, Wang Qiang finally waited for Lin Xiaozhou to return!

A ferocious smile appeared on his face. You are not a game anchor? I will just waste your hands!

You will never be able to play games in your life!

The sharp knife shines out and a cold light suddenly appears.

"Treat the trash anchor, go to die!"

Lin Xiaozhou didn't expect that there was still an ambush at the door. Before he could react, he was rushed aside.

Zhao Yan had worked in the army before and had a natural sense of danger. At the critical moment, he pulled Lin Xiaozhou away and kicked Wang Qiang's stomach.

With a bang, the thin Wang Qiang was kicked to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The dagger in his hand fell to a place more than ten meters away.

Lin Xiaozhou was frightened!

Zhao Yan didn't say anything, and his feet fell down again neatly. Wang Qiang heard the sound of his bones breaking, his mouth was covered in blood, and he screamed in pain.

"Give me your life! Stop fighting!"

"If you hit me again, you will die...ahem..."

Lin Xiaozhou was afraid of beating someone to death, so he quickly grabbed Zhao Yan, who was covered in black air, "Old Zhao, Lao Zhao, don't hit him first. I'll call the police and wait until someone comes to deal with it."

Zhao Yan then stopped moving.

God knows that he almost had the idea of ​​killing this gangster just now!

He was even more scared. If he hadn't accompanied Lin Xiaozhou back today, Xiaozhou's thin arms and legs would have been given a long time ago by this gangster...

"Old Zhao, please forgive me if you have to." Lin Xiaozhou couldn't bear it when he saw the gangster with a bruised nose, swollen face, and bloody mouth. "You knocked off all your teeth - hey? What's wrong with your hands?"

Only then did Lin Xiaozhou notice that there was a shallow scratch on Zhao Yan's right arm. Zhao Yan was wearing a black suit shirt. At this moment, the shirt on his arm had been cut by a knife, and bright red blood was flowing.

Lin Xiaozhou's face was stunned.

An unknown red flame instantly exploded.

Lin Xiaozhou was so angry that his curly hair exploded. He cursed Cao Ni Ma De, picked up the broom at the door and beat Wang Qiang, and his eyes were full of fire and beating him while scolding:

"Your uncle! I scratched my old Zhao's arm. You are sick!"
Chapter completed!