Chapter 777: 392 Change_3
Zhou Zhengruâs expression turned serious, threw away the stinky tofu in his hand, and charged forward without hesitation.
Qu Feitai also went against the crowd and rushed out in an instant.
As the two reached a fried chicken stall, the stall owner suddenly lost his temper and splashed them with a pot of hot oil.
At the critical moment, Ming Jing quickly retreated with Ming Xin. Just as the hot oil was about to fall on the innocent little girl passing by, Ming Jing dived at an extraordinary speed, pushing the girl down beneath her.
After a chilling sound, Ming Xin was the first to react, shouting âJunior!â, and rushing over with red eyes.
The stall owner pulled out a boning knife from under the counter with a fierce look on his face and charged out.
The people around were all stunned by this sudden turn of events. A popular internet food blogger happened to capture the scene of the fried chicken stall owner splashing the hot oil. She was astonished and screamed.
âOh my god, this is so thrilling...!â
The live broadcast was thrown into complete chaos by the incident, as it seemed to be headed for the top headline on the social news.
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âAm I seeing things? That girl in the white dress who got splashed with hot oil looks a bit familiar, Iâd recognize that perfect face even if it was charred black...!â
âMing Jing? Donât scare me? How can it be?â
âShe could have dodged it, but she threw herself on it to save the girl behind her. That was boiling oil! It must be Ming Jing. Only she would save people so selflessly.â
âNo... Junior!â Ming Xinâs eyes were filled with tears.
The food blogger was so scared, she almost wet her pants.
The entire live stream was filled with screams and exclamatory marks.
The next moment, a young man leaped out from the crowd, flying forward and kicked the manâs hand that gripped the cleaver. The cleaver flew out, and the man was also kicked away forcefully.
The kick seemed to contain the power of a thousand thunderbolts and carried boundless anger. When unleashed, its power was astonishing.
Ming Jingâs lifted hand fell gently, giving the young man a light glance before walking over to the assailant.
It was a dark and shadowy corner, too obscure for any light to reach.
The white embroidered shoes gently stepped on the manâs arm. The girlâs eyelashes drooped, concealing the ancient glacier in her eyes.
âWho?â The two soft words sounded like a call from the Grim Reaper.
The man was dumbstruck, staring at the girl before him. She seemed to be enveloped in darkness, her eyes deep like abyss and exude a mysterious aura. Her words were like knives, accurately aimed at his weak points.
Fear from his very soul made him tremble uncontrollably, dispelling any resolve or principles.
The next moment, the girlâs toes pressed lightly on the manâs arm, three inches from his elbow joint, causing him to shriek in pain.
She had the compassionate expression of a saintly Buddha, yet her eyes belonged to a messenger from hell, filled with a faint aura of death.
âSpeak.â