Chapter 929: Weakness and Beauty

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"What do you call the police? It should be 120." An Wen said coldly.

"What does 120 mean? Yes! The agent lady is injured. Don't worry, we are fully responsible for this. We will pay all the medical expenses." The fat man said with a smile.

"No, 120 is called for you." An Wen said coldly with her peach blossom eyes full of chill.

"What do you mean?" A dark man said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, I would also like to thank Lili for letting me wear pants today." An Wen moved her neck and said.

"Don't mess around! Wenwen!" Song Jia was frightened and turned around to control An Wen.

I felt a strong wind blowing next to me, and heard a scream, followed by the sound of bones being dislocated.

Song Jia turned around and saw An Wen kicking the fat man in the stomach and twisting his right arm with his right hand.

The fat man was kicked away, his cell phone fell to the ground, and a shrill scream came from his mouth.

"Don't! Stop it quickly..." Song Jia was so frightened that her scalp was numb.

However, the next moment the man's right arm was twisted and dislocated by An Wen and kicked to the side.

The other two people didn't know why An Wen suddenly hit someone, and they were holding up their mobile phones to take pictures.

An Wen walked towards them and kicked one of them's phone away. He kicked her again, but the man didn't move and stretched out his hand, aiming at An Wen's chest.

An Wen grabbed his hands and twisted them. The man yelled in pain: "You bitch, let me go..."

The other one didn't help. He rushed towards An Wen with his mobile phone, intending to knock An Wen down.

An Wen flashed with wisdom.

The four of them finally united the front, and An Wen was completely unbeatable in a 1-on-4 fight, beating them until they screamed in agony.

One of them was the most tolerant, and kept making sounds of enjoyment when being beaten by An Wen.

Song Jia originally wanted to persuade An Wen, but later she couldn't help but help An Wen.

After Jiang Shiyu called 120 and 110, she took out her newly bought thermos cup from her bag and rushed out.

"Ah, no one is allowed to bully Wenwen..."

An Wen could solve it alone, but Jiang Shiyu and Song Jia had to protect them after they joined.

Not far from them, many passers-by were watching this scene with their mobile phones.

An Wen is very handsome when fighting, her posture is also good, and her moves make the opponent scream.

Song Jia and Jiang Shiyu pulled their hair, pinched their flesh with their nails, scratched their faces, bit their teeth, and kicked their crotches. The scene was tragic.

After it was over, An Wen took a mirror and fixed her hair by the car. After knowing that passers-by recognized her, she generously posed for them to take pictures of her beautiful poses.

Walking on the red carpet is a visual experience.

Jiang Shiyu's hair was messy, and she was kicking the fat man while screaming, and those who didn't know thought she was being raped.

Song Jia's curly hair now looked like a fried chicken nest. After regaining her senses, she casually wiped the blood on her face with her hands and called her superiors to report the matter.

The police and the 120 ambulance rushed over. They were shocked when they saw An Wen. When they looked at the four people lying on the ground, they were even more stunned.

There isn't much flesh left on this face, it's all covered in fingernail marks.

An Wen called?

"What's going on?" The police officer who came had seen An Wen before and asked softly.

An Wen also recognized him, smiled cutely, and looked like an innocent little white rabbit.

The four illegitimate fans were taken away by 120, and the three An Wen were taken away by the police car.

In the police car, Song Jia covered her head and sighed.

The third time, this is the third time I have entered the police station.

Looking at An Wen, she was actually applying lipstick.

What kind of lipstick should I put on at this time?

As a result, Song Jia found that her lips turned white after applying the lipstick, and An Wen looked much weaker.

Just when Song Jia was about to praise her softly, An Wen suddenly turned around.

"Sister Song, do you feel soft and beautiful?"