This fifteen-year-old boy had a look of horror on his face.

Behind him, there are more than a dozen big men chasing him.

With the appearance of such a scene, all the people on the streets of the slum were onlookers, and a touch of pity appeared on their faces. In their eyes, the boy's fate would be terrible.

Yang Qi discovered that the dozen sturdy men chasing the boy were just ordinary people, but the wicked among ordinary people. Their faces were full of fierce looks, especially with a blood-colored axe tattooed on their faces. It looks even more crippled.

"Boy! See where you go!"

"Help!"

The boy was so frightened that he stimulated his whole body's survival potential and used the fastest speed ever to escape.

He was about to run to Yang Qi's side.

Yang Qi was going to ask what was going on.

Just after the boy was about to run past him, he grabbed the boy.

This fifteen-year-old boy couldn't run anymore, even with the strength of suckling.

Yang Qi's hands were like iron tongs, firmly grasping the boy's collar.

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

The boy thought that Yang Qi was in the same group with the dozen big men who were chasing him, so he begged for mercy and almost cried.

At this time, more than a dozen sturdy men also arrived in front of Yang Qi.

"This friend, we are Tomahawk people, thank you for helping us catch this kid."

A stubborn man said to Yang Qi.

Yang Qi ignored the **** man, he looked at the boy.

"Let's talk about it, what's going on."

The boy was stunned.

He originally thought that Yang Qi was a tomahawk, but now he seems to be a good-hearted person who drew his sword to help in the face of injustice?

"Senior, Tomahawk wanted us Huaqing to surrender to them. We didn't want to, so they snatched me to Tomahawk. Fortunately, I escaped in a hurry."

Tomahawk...

Hua Qing...

Listening to this name, why does Yang Qi feel something is wrong?

He thought that in China, organizations with such a name seemed to be targeted.

However, watching the crowd's words next let him know that he was wrong.

"It turns out that this kid is from Hua Qing."

"Alas, Huaqing is an organization dedicated to protecting our poor."

"Who said no, it's like a tomahawk that specifically oppresses us."

The crowd around the audience all pointed at more than a dozen **** men.

From the mouths of these people, Yang Qi probably understood.

In other words, where there is exploitation, there is resistance!

Huaqing is an organization for the poor, and Tomahawk is an organization that squeezes the poor in poor areas.

Yang Qi thought it was interesting.

Now that he is here, let him in.

"My friend, please give us this boy!"

The bearded man said to Yang Qi again.

"You leave, I won't give him to you."

Yang Qi didn't want to go too far, after all, the dozen or so men in front of him did not offend him.

As soon as this remark came out, not only the dozen or so men with **** backs, but even the crowd onlookers were surprised.

They did not expect that Yang Qi was actually prepared not to hand him over.

Could it be...

All of the spectators suddenly thought of an amazing possibility, that is, Yang Qi is a warrior.

Only a warrior can dare to have such confidence in the face of a dozen or so men.