Thanks to Feng Huaxuewu for her rewards, and the silver husky! free ticket. Long time no see.
ps: Some people always leave messages asking me to change the cover, which is free to say. The key is that can the cover produced by your assembly line make the incense feeling? It’s okay if you don’t have love, is it okay to have a conceit?
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Not only did I buzz my ears, but the entire market was echoing.
Shamatt was also shocked.
The boss held back his feet and turned his head with disbelief and asked, “There is no gangster in the mainland?”
“No, no. Because, because they have urban management.” The little brother of Blood Handprint stammered.
“Urban management is so strong?”
“No, no, no, urban management collects protection fees…”
“Oh…” The group of people suddenly realized.
“Daquanzi, you have nothing to do here, don’t cause trouble. Hong Kong people govern Hong Kong, do you understand?”
Puff! Wu Chen finally couldn’t help laughing, “It’s you all the scattered Hong Kong cowards who have made Hong Kong so messy! Look at you, you are all very powerful, and you are full of strength. Why don’t you find a serious job and support yourself? You occupy any roads and charge any protection fees? Haven’t you heard that those who collect rags now make more money than you!”
“Really? Who said that?” The little brother Blood Handprint was skeptical.
“Huang Rihua!”
“Which boss Huang is doing?” The little brother Xueshouyin blurted out.
“What are you collecting junk!” But the boss Shamat waved and cut it off, “I’m shameless, brothers, do it!”
Four hundred yuan is still a little bit! Boss Yu was also red-eyed, “Neighbors, scout guys!”
“Okay!” The vendors around him answered with a loud bang, holding all kinds of guys, and rushed over like a tide.
“Auntie, be careful, don’t poke the harpoons randomly. Kill people to pay for their lives…” Shamat, who was surrounded by the counter-attack, knew he was scared.
The chaos broke out because Wu Chen in the crowd suddenly slipped. This is awesome! That’s a big money owner!
Cutting off one’s way of wealth is equivalent to killing one’s parents!
I’m fucking your mother to death and it’s your father’s! ! !
The red-eyed vendors beaten up and when Chunli arrived, Shamatt all lay on the ground. The little brother covered in blood swept his eyes with a second-layer leather jacket covered with holes, and wailed to the sky: “It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s rotten, it’s impossible to retreat–“
Wu Chen, who also fell to the ground, was hugged by Chunli. The policewoman who was full of concern and holding back tears grinned his teeth and fainted happilyDeath.
“This gentleman is not seriously injured. Most of the people on his body are trampled.” The doctor gave Chunli a reassurance. After hanging a bottle of salt water, Wu Chen woke up slowly.
“Is it better?” Chunli rushed forward. “Fortunately, I just had a little dizzy.” Wu Chen smiled while touching his forehead.
“The doctor said it was nothing serious, it would be fine if you rest for a few days.” Chunli hurriedly put on a blanket.
“By the way, no one was injured, right?”
“No, it’s just that the old man who sells popsicles lost his dentures.” Chunli looked angry, “The people who were hurt the most are the little hooligans. But they seem to be even more sad when the clothes are rotten.”
“The old man is talking?” Wu Chen sighed with a smile, “It is said that the clothes are tried on in group purchases, and they are returned without reason for seven days. But if they are rotten, they can’t be returned.”
“They are not good either. Now they are not better than being gangsters. They also collect protection fees for students, hum!”