There is no trace of hair on the round bald head, generally speaking, there will be a little bit of broken hair on the top, but there is no Wang Wei Palace, this bald head is a real bald head, the kind of bald head that can reflect the sun, round and smooth.

Brother Mo felt like his eyes were going blind...

The little fat man next to him didn't care so much, and said viciously when he saw Wang Wei Palace.

"Special, you dead king eight calves still dare to come over, I really don't want to live... Brothers, avenge yourselves..."

The Moxicans also showed hatred on their faces, and their hatred for Ye Qing was successfully pulled away by the Wang Wei Palace.

Facing the approaching Moxicans, the bald Wang Wei Palace did not pay attention to them, but came to Ye Qing and exclaimed.

"You're right, where there is oppression, there will be resistance, and your blind submission will only make the other party do whatever they want... I think you're a good bully, I think you can be bullied... We have to resist, not only me, but you, as the victims, also have to rebel against the atrocities of these people..."

Mo Ge, who was the closest, had a strange illusion, feeling that every step of the palace seemed to stand in the center of the earth, unbeatable...

"You... What are you doing... Don't come here..."

Wang Weigong slowly approached Brother Mo, and Brother Mo also saw the deep-eyed, angular face in front of him, and felt stunned for a while, obviously yesterday was still a cowardly appearance, how could it suddenly become angular and similar to the Beidou God Fist today.

"Big brother, so many of us are still afraid that he won't succeed? With his stupidity// forcing us not to talk about any morality, it is the right way to take him down in one fell swoop!" The little fat man took out his finger and looked at Wang Weigong hatefully and said: "Do you think you were the one who gave the wind last time or something? Fart, just your little bamboo pole, Lao Tzu can beat you ten by himself!"

As soon as the little fat man rushed up, he was dodged by an easy side dodge from Wang Weigong, and punched the little fat man in the neck with lightning speed.

The little fat man didn't scream out, and fainted directly in place.

The air suddenly fell silent...

"I know that you, including my classmates at school, are laughing at my ideals, and it's disgusting to be a partner in justice or something... You may think that I want to learn from my father, so I keep such ridiculous words in my heart all the time... It's really ridiculous that even dreams are imitating other people's practices..."

"But I finally figured it out, my dream, my ideal, is really to imitate my father..."

Wang Weigong closed his eyes and thought back to the past...

Words under the moonlight...

Communication between two fathers and sons.

However, the mind went further on, a long, long time before the father-son exchanged.

[Mom, Mom, Daddy, Daddy is in the newspaper! He's being awarded!

[Good boy, do you think Dad is very powerful? Actually, Mom thinks so too... Mom, I'm very proud of my father's profession. 】

[Mom, Daddy him... What the hell do you do?]

[Your father, he... It's a hero. 】

[Hero...]

...

"At a very young age, I decided to be a hero, a true hero, a hero who recognizes myself from the bottom of my heart... Whether or not my father is crippled by justice, I will continue to follow this path, never dying, never looking back..."

The breeze blew, and the red cloak was raised with the wind, Wang Weigong looked at the sluggish Brother Mo lightly and said.

"In the next time, you have seven seconds to repent of the sins you have committed..."

Brother Mo decisively pulled his legs and ran, and the Moxicans behind him didn't care, feeling that he was running as far as he was now, the farther away the better, and not letting that bald head get close to him...

Before he could run a few meters away, a soft voice reached Brother Mo's ears.

"Shorthair, Confessional Fist!"

After dealing with the Moxigans, Wang Weigong just looked up at the setting sun and gave Ye Qing a firm back.

Some funny backs, some ridiculous postures, some ridiculous words.

But looking at the Moxicans around him, Ye Qing felt that this could not be described as funny.

Red cape, shining baldness.

Looking at the shining back, Ye Qing muttered.

"The sparkle on your forehead is my unchanging faith in this life..."

The so-called belief has been passed down to this -

......

At the police station, Wang Qing was lazily in the office, enjoying a long-lost break, drinking Pepsi while looking at the file of today's case.

"Tsk, street hooligans... When are you going to rectify it, these bastard boys have been too restless lately, and if they don't go to the detention center for a few days, they probably won't have a long memory..."

Just when Wang Qing was muttering for a while, thinking about how to concoct those little hooligans, the voice of the front desk came.

"Boss, someone has come to report the crime..."

"Report the case, and accept it if it's true..."Wang Qing said disapprovingly.

"No... It was righteousness and courage, and some people acted bravely, subdued the nearby hooligans, and brought those hooligans over. "The voice of the phone at the front desk is a little urgent.

"Oh, it's good, it's brave, there aren't many people who are brave enough to do it these days. Wang Qing was still very happy about the fact that someone was brave and brave, but he still felt a little strange and said: "Why are you so anxious, isn't it just righteousness and bravery?

"That's the way it goes... Oh, you just have to take a look. ”

After saying that, the front desk hung up the phone, Wang Qing also yawned a little, got up and came to the front desk, and the scene in front of him made him instantly confused.

A bald man with a red cloak, next to him were ten little hooligans who were lying unconscious on the ground, rolling their eyes one by one, looking like they had been played.

The little hooligan Wang Qing knows it, it is the gangster leader on the file just now, and Wang Qing also knows the bald head.

"You... You're Brother Wang's son, aren't you..."

Wang Qing wiped his eyes, and then he was sure that this was really the child of his old colleague, the boy who was once extremely thin and had a young and somewhat stupid and stubborn face.

"These are the little hooligans who are blackmailing near our school... Not only are they accused of blackmail, but I have some evidence of their crimes, which will be handed over to you later. Wang Weigong smiled slightly, and threw Brother Mo, who was unconscious on his shoulder, to the ground.

The little policewoman at the front desk looked at Mohican in this place and muttered.

"You're amazing... How did you train so well?"

Wang Weigong didn't ask for any reward for righteousness and bravery, but turned around, leaving only a solid back for Wang Qing and the others, and under the sun, the bald head that could pierce the eyes left a long sentence.

"I'm bald. ”

"It's getting stronger..."