Ding Ning's veins popped out on his forehead, and his whole body was exuding a violent energy.

With a loud shout, he kicked the tattooed man straight away and hit the gangsters who were beating Zhang Haifeng and the two of them, and poured a large amount.

"Ding Ning, you are here."

Song Xiaoyu and Liu Wenjing both threw themselves into Ding Ning's arms and burst into tears. I felt pity for the pear blossoms with the rain on them.

Ding Ning was warm and fragrant, but Ding Ning did not have such charming thoughts. He reached out and put down the drunk Zhao Jingjing, his face was cold and biting: "You take good care of Jingjing, and leave the rest to me."

"Um!"

The two girls obediently supported Zhao Jingjing and hid behind Ding Ning, with tears rolling down their cheeks.

The tattooed man had his little brother as a pad, but he was not hurt at all. He climbed up, pointed at Ding Ning and cursed angrily: "You bastard, how dare you attack me, do you know who I am?"

"I don't need to know who you are, I just know that even if your father comes today, he can't save you."

Ding Ning looked at Zhang Haifeng and Wu Xian's miserable condition with bloody heads, bruised noses and swollen faces. The anger in his heart rose. He strode forward and without hesitation punched the gangsters who came up to them and sent them flying backwards. Blood spurted from their mouths.

, hit the wall and slowly slid down like a gecko.

Zhao Jingjing was no longer drunk at this moment, and she and Liu Wenjing looked at Ding Ning's stalwart figure with admiration.
Chapter completed!