Freya and Bradley stood back to back, looking coldly at the more than thirty people in front of them.

The other side had come prepared and obviously intended to surround them.

"Honey, you take fifteen of them, and I'll take fifteen. How about it?" Freya turned her head and said to the man.

Bradley grunted. "Then what about this big brother?"

Freya wiped her nose, narrowed her eyes, and sneered. "Shall we have a competition?"

"Sure."

Since Freya wanted to play, he would accompany her and have a good time.

As the hooligans rushed forward, the two of them separated and began to fight back.

"Catch them for me! If any of them get away, I won't let you off lightly." The big brother stood two meters away giving orders.

Freya curled her lips and sneered. As the saying goes, to catch the thief, you first catch the king. She didn't take these hooligans seriously. After knocking down the obstacles in front of her, she quickly moved towards the big brother and attacked.

The big brother didn't expect the woman to be so skilled. He watched in shock as she reached him and hastily counterattacked.

When their fists collided, the big brother felt as if his bones were about to break, while Freya still looked relaxed and was not affected at all.

"Courting death!"

The big brother was extremely angry. He pulled out a small knife from his body and brutally stabbed at Freya. But before he could touch her, Bradley kicked him flying.

Freya looked at the man helplessly. "If you hadn't interfered, I could have easily stopped him."

Bradley knew her skills and that this big brother couldn't hurt her.

However, since they were having a competition, he naturally wanted to compete. Otherwise, it would be too obvious that he was letting her win.

"If I win, what's the reward?" As the hooligans charged up, Bradley braced his arm backward and directly sent one of them flying. He fought his way through the crowd and smoothly reached Freya. He lifted her chin and asked.

Freya stared blankly at the man. It was just a competition of skills, but why did he start acting like this again? He was actually flirting with her in front of so many people.

The hooligans were also stunned.

Weren't they supposed to be fighting? Why did they suddenly start showing affection?

The big brother lay on the ground, moaning in pain. He pointed at the two of them and roared, "What are you still standing there for? Kill them!"

The hooligans came to their senses and continued to rush forward.

Freya looked at the dense crowd of people in front of and behind them and said to the man, "If you win, I promise I'll make you feel good tonight."

These words had a very profound meaning.

Bradley's eyes immediately changed. He smiled stupidly at Freya. "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

After saying that, he took the lead and attacked.

For the sake of the reward, he had to take down this big brother no matter what.

Freya watched the man charge forward nimbly and shook her head helplessly. She had only promised him a massage as a reward. Was it really necessary for him to be so desperate?

However, the man didn't think so.

This "feel good" was not the same as the ordinary "feel good" she meant. His mind was already filled with all sorts of wonderful scenarios.

The big brother looked at the man who rushed towards him as fast as the wind. He pulled out a real weapon and threatened him viciously, "If you move again, I'll shoot you dead."

Bradley was no pushover. He remained calm in the face of the gun. With his hands in his pockets, he walked forward, looking as domineering as a death-dealing Asura.

"Stop, don't come any closer..."

The big brother was a bit scared. Who on earth was this person? He wasn't even afraid of a real gun.

Bradley ignored his warning. He took his hands out of his pockets, made a fist, and quickly punched him.

"Damn it!"

The big brother cursed, chambered the gun, and fired furiously.

Bradley narrowed his eyes. As the bullet flew towards him, he slightly move to avoid it. The bullet hit the opposite wall.

The big brother realized that the other party was an expert and fired the gun repeatedly.

He thought the other party would have a hard time avoiding the bullets, but unexpectedly, all the shots missed, and the man was still unharmed.

Behind them.

Freya was dealing with a group of hooligans. Looking at her handsome man, she smiled helplessly.

It turned out that she had underestimated him. When he showed off his skills, he was really cool.

After knocking down the last hooligan, Freya rushed over quickly, planning to be the first to catch the big brother. But the man reacted extremely quickly, dodged aside, and directly appeared behind the big brother, about to capture him.

Freya didn't want to lose like this, so she also reached out to catch the man.

The big brother looked at the two of them attacking him from both the front and the back. He just couldn't understand what these two were up to.

Was this some kind of sandwich move?

The bullets were all gone, and his subordinates were lying on the ground moaning. The big brother was afraid of death, so he quickly put down his pistol and knelt down to beg for mercy. "Big brother, big sister, I was wrong. Please spare me."

Freya frowned in dissatisfaction when she heard this.

"Who's your big sister? Open your dog eyes wide and take a good look. Do I look that old?"

The big brother realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly corrected himself. "No, you're fair-skinned, tender, and have long legs. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You're not old at all, not even a bit."

He took a few more glances at Freya and swallowed hard.

Bradley was unhappy. He kicked the man in the stomach.

The kick was so powerful that it made the man vomit blood.

Freya knew the man was jealous. Whenever a man looked at her a few more times, he would definitely beat that man half to death.

Yelü Mingshuo was a living example.

Worried that he might kill the man, she quickly moved in front of him and stomped on the big brother's stomach, pressing down hard.

"Making my husband unhappy really deserves death!" After saying that, she directly stabbed three silver needles into the big brother.

In an instant, the entire alley was filled with the big brother's screams.

Freya clapped her hands and said to the man triumphantly, "Honey, you lost."

Bradley shrugged helplessly. When Blue Book came over, he motioned to him. "Deal with these people."

After saying that, he directly put his arm around Freya's slender waist and quickly led her to the car.

After closing the car door, he pressed her against him and said in a hoarse voice, "No, I was the one who knocked him down. I won."

"But I caught him, so you still lost."

Freya hid in his arms and struggled a bit.

His body suddenly heated up, and the way he looked at her was intense and affectionate, which was clearly not normal.

They had been together for so long, and Freya naturally knew what he wanted to do.

"Honey, it's too late. I'm sleepy. Let's go home, take a shower, and go to bed, okay?" She didn't want anything to happen in the car, so she could only yield to him.

After all, the man was on the verge of losing control at this moment, and she couldn't risk provoking him.

Bradley held her tightly, lowered his head, and sniffed her hair. He said in a husky voice, "So, who exactly won between us?"

He was still thinking about the agreement just now. She had promised that if he won, she would make him feel good.

Therefore, he had to make her admit that he won and fulfill the bet no matter what.

Freya pursed her lips. Why did she have the feeling that the man in front of her was like a cute little puppy at this moment?

When he acted coquettishly, she couldn't resist at all.