"Armed police officer, this kid beat me!" the wicked people of the army sued first.

"You don't pay for food, otherwise I can beat you?" Ma Long walked over and helped Zhang Xiaodong up, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Zhang Xiaodong covered his head and shook his head.

"What's wrong with me eating a grilled sausage? This special dollar can still bankrupt you!" Dajun scolded and shook the blood on his hand, gritting his teeth and glaring at Ma Long, as if he was very reasonable.

"Did you kick over my stall?"

"I'll kick it, what can you do!"

"Okay!" Wu Jing frowned and interrupted the quarrel between the two, and then waved her hand at the police officer behind her: "Take them all to the station!"

Not far away, at the entrance of the market management department of Phoenix Mountain, a young man wearing a red armband on his arm and writing the market management saw this scene, and immediately turned his head and ran to the house, shouting excitedly: "Starling, the army and the kid who rented the house yesterday have done it!"

"Who's whom?" said a man with a mustache sitting at his desk, playing with his phone.

"The army didn't give money for eating roasted sausages, and kicked over other people's stoves, that kid was very violent, and the army's nose was dry and bleeding!"

"The army just owes a beating, this time it's a hard stubble, I'll tell you, you shouldn't have seen this kind of thing. ”

"I understand!"

The young man thought for a moment and then asked, "Brother Starling, didn't the army play with Yu Meng?" I think this kid is in trouble. ”

"You know a fart, I noticed yesterday that when this kid wiped his sweat, he showed scars all over his back, look, this kid is definitely not old. ”

……

Ten minutes later, Phoenix Mountain Police Station.

Wu Jing led the two to the interrogation room, where she handcuffed them to the heating pipes next to the wall.

"Give me an honest Ang!" Wu Jing said to the two, but her eyes were fixed on Ma Long, and then walked out.

Dajun's nostrils were still bleeding, and he stared at Malone with a pair of gloomy eyes: "Why the hell are you waiting for me!"

Malone turned his head away, unwilling to deal with him at all.

Wu Jing found the policeman on duty, told him about the situation of the two, and then busily went, Wu Jing just left, the policeman on duty held an enamel jar in his hand, walked to the interrogation room, and asked what happened to the two? Is it an official or a private mediation?

"I'm going to sue him for intentional harm!"

Dajun stood up violently, but forgot that he was still handcuffed, and soon, he shook his aching arm and squatted down again, and continued: "Officer, my head hurts, and I ask to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. ”

"Oh, okay, you wait for me to call Zhang Xiaodong, didn't you kick him too? I'll take you both to the hospital together." ”

Dajun was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Forget it, since we are both injured, forget about this matter, and we will settle it privately." ”

"Huh?" the policeman frowned.

"Oh no, we'll mediate privately and promise not to cause you any trouble. ”

The army realized that there was a problem with his own speech, and he laughed, and quickly corrected it.

But the moment he finished saying that, he looked at Ma Long, and immediately had a sneer on his face, which meant that it was like saying that you are waiting, this matter is not over!

"What about you?" asked Malone again.

"I also mediate privately. ”

"That's right, you said that it's not easy for you two to do a small business, and you quarrel over a trivial matter, as for it? Okay, sign it and go!

"Thank you, leader!" the army smiled and saluted the policeman.

……

In the market, Ma Long cleaned up his broken stall with a blank face.

Zhang Xiaodong stood next to him, touching the swollen bud on his head with his right hand that had not yet dissipated: "Dragon, you have offended the army, he will not let you go." ”

"I'm not afraid of him at all. Marlon put away the oven and put it in the house, and then threw the skewers and other food scattered on the floor into the trash.

"I know you can beat him, but the army is extremely domineering in this area of the Phoenix Mountain Market, relying on a few younger brothers, specifically bullying us ordinary people, and he has been playing with Lao Yu for a long time. ”

"Who is Old Yu?" asked Marlon with his mouth open.

"The big bastard in the city, I don't know what to do, anyway, they are quite famous. ”

Ma Long looked at Zhang Xiaodong with interest: "Since you know that he is so powerful, why do you still help me speak?"

"Aren't we neighbors?"

Zhang Xiaole seemed to be very serious and said: "You see that we are about the same age, I ate your two scones and five meat skewers in the morning, I don't give you money, and you don't open your mouth to me." I think this can only be done between friends!"

"! Don't say it! I'm getting goosebumps!" Malone broke down a little: "You hurry up, that grandson should come in a while." ”

"What about you?"

Ma Long stretched out his hand and pointed to the plastic table crumbs on the ground: "I'm going to buy another one and continue to go out at night!"

"Okay, then I'm leaving. After speaking, Zhang Xiaole said hello to Ma Long, and then left on three wheels.

After Malone packed up, he rode away on three wheels.

Not long after, Zhang Xiaodong came out of the public toilet on the edge of the market, and before he could put on his pants, he was grabbed by a pair of strong hands.

"Army, Brother Army. Zhang Xiaodong's legs trembled and he snorted.

"What about the?"

"I, I don't know!"

"Cao Nima, aren't you two friends?" Dajun grabbed Zhang Xiaodong with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out a folding dagger from his pocket and put it directly on Zhang Xiaodong's lower abdomen: "Do you want to say it?"

"I really don't know, he said he was going to buy a new table. ”

Dajun nodded, pushed Zhang Xiaodong away, and then scolded: "If you dare to lie to me, I will make you unable to stay in this market!"

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

Dajun snorted coldly, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Hey, I've already touched someone, you bring someone over, this grandson went to buy a table, you take someone to No. 2 Road to block him, and go to the trade market on that way." ”

After hanging up the phone, Dajun waved down a taxi and left.

Zhang Xiaodong stood in place, the expression on his face cloudy.

……

On the way to the trade market, Malone pedaled three wheels on his legs and laboriously walked uphill.

Inside the body, there is a steel pipe that I got out of nowhere.

"That's him!"

There was a sudden shout from the front, and when Malone looked up, he saw a hand-held tractor that was about to be scrapped, driving towards him with black smoke.

Standing next to the driver was the army with pimples on his face.

And the most shocking thing is that in the small car body, there is a black head, in addition to a few adults, there are actually students wearing school uniforms.

The weapons in the hands of these people are also varied, slice knives, throwing sticks, sickles, probably in a hurry, and a few students went into battle with bricks.