There was once a famous person who said that where there are people, there will be rivers and lakes. What rivers and lakes are, I'm afraid there are different definitions in everyone's hearts, and for Zhang Ran, the only thing he can be sure of is that he is a fish, a fish living in the rivers and lakes.

Since it is a river and lake, there will be countless completely different lives, including fish, shrimp, turtles and even other things.

At this time, Zhang Ran felt that this guy standing in front of him panting was like a turtle, an old turtle.

It's not that this man's personality resembles an old turtle, but his appearance, especially his long neck, which keeps stretching back and forth when he spits and flies, is like a turtle.

"You stupid Chinese, don't you know how to restrain yourself when you get to the police station? Looks like it's time to teach you a good lesson, you! ”

The old turtle pointed to the dumb laughing Kuaishou, and said with his self-righteous expression and voice: "Don't look at it, the police won't pay attention to you, don't forget your identity, you are Chinese, Chinese understand?" Here you are third-class citizens! ”

"Oh?" This time, it was not Kuaishou who spoke first, but Zhang Ran. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the old turtle with a calm face, "The Chinese are third-class citizens, so what about you?" ”

"Of course we wait," the old turtle was only halfway through his complacent words, but he felt a little indescribable, because he himself did not feel that he had enjoyed any first-class citizen treatment, and to say that on any island in this ocean, it seemed that only those people with rough skin but fair skin were qualified.

Seeing that the old turtle was choking on himself, Zhang Ran smiled coldly and shook his head. In fact, he is lonely in his heart, although he has not spent much time in the mainland, but as the old turtle said, others can recognize him at a glance as Chinese, and the essence of the blood in his bones cannot be changed by anyone.

Zhang Ran hopes that the country in that vast land will be really strong, he is not a pessimist, but he still can't see where the hope of that land is, even if it is this sea area, this sea area that should be regarded as the gate of the continent, there are still only high-nosed and blue-eyed warships, sailing with great power.

This is the pain in Zhang Ran's heart, he doesn't say it, but he can touch it all the time, he doesn't want to have anything to do with the continent over there, because he can't see hope.

When Zhang Ran was silent, the old turtle naturally thought that Zhang Ran was afraid, he forgot his identity as a second-class citizen, and became arrogant in front of what he thought was a third-class citizen.

"Hurry up and get my shoes, so you won't be hanging on the wall or lying on the toilet tonight, I'll count to three, two."

"Wait a minute, this noble first-class citizen, I want to confirm one thing."

The old knife is not interested in mixing these things, and if he cooperates with the old turtle, he can only be fast at this time. Kuaishou is the most unbearable boredom, once the surroundings are too boring, he will be like going crazy, there was a very professional psychiatrist diagnosis, said that Kuaishou is also a kind of mental illness, strictly speaking, Kuaishou really needs to take medicine every day, and it can't stop.

Kuaishou didn't care about this diagnosis, and his answer to the very, very professional, world-ranked top ten psychiatrist made people laugh and cry: According to the law, mentally ill beating people is not illegal, so I am lucky that I am a mentally ill person, so I will never break the law.

"Huh?"

The old turtle stared at Kuaishou, in fact, he didn't like this guy who looked like a tiger, especially this guy also had a handsome face, compared to him, even a blind woman in Malaysia knew which one to choose, such a strong contrast made him unacceptable, he even thought that when the fight started later, he must focus on taking care of the face that made him look annoying.

"I just wanted to ask, is what you just said true?"

"Of course it's true, you are third-class citizens!" The old turtle was a little whipped and glared, is this guy a fool or a deaf man? He said it so clearly, he still has to ask. It can be seen that the old turtle still has some prestige in this number, and at this moment, a few other guys who are not good at stubble at first glance have already gathered around.

But Kuaishou didn't have a trace of panic, and there was even a smile on his face that made the old turtle envious and annoying, "I mean, those policemen outside really don't care about this matter?" ”

"They'll drag you out unless you're killed by us, but don't worry, we won't kill you."

The old turtle licked his mouth, and the picture of Kuaishou being beaten to death and being pressed to the bed was automatically formed in his mind. Just as he was about to give the order to do something, a bigger smile bloomed on Kuaishou's face.

A dark shadow quickly magnified in front of the old turtle's eyes, and at the same time he heard Kuaishou's cheerful voice: Boss, say okay, this place is all mine.

"Bang!"

A dull impact sounded, and the old turtle was almost defenseless and was punched right in the face by Kuaishou, he didn't even feel pain, and his whole head fell into a self-protection mechanism because of the huge impact, simply put, he was knocked out by Kuaishou's punch.

How strong is the punch of a fast hand?

If Zhang Ran is not mistaken, it should not be lower than Tyson in his heyday, although it is inferior to Tyson in terms of height and weight, but what Kuaishou learns is not something that Tyson can learn, as a boy born in a martial arts family and very talented, his childhood is by no means imaginable by ordinary people.

With Zhang Ran's eyesight, of course, he can see clearly whether the old turtle is dead or not, in fact, even if he doesn't look at it, he knows that if Kuaishou can't even control this, then it's not Kuaishou.

The movement in the number, at first, just attracted a casual glance from the police outside, this kind of thing is too ordinary, so ordinary that the police don't want to spend effort to care, after all, the people who enter the number are not very good people, and in a certain theory, they don't care about that.

It's just that those who enter the number are not necessarily outright bad people, at least Zhang Ran doesn't think they are bad people.

The old turtle is tragic, and the people who follow the old turtle's ass are destined to have the same tragedy. Kuaishou's hands are not only fast, but they also hurt when hitting people, and in the blink of an eye, five people lay down, and the rest were trembling in the corner.

Kuaishou was also shaking, his feet were shaking, he was very depressed, he didn't expect that a few guys who looked fierce couldn't hold on to his feet, and he was already completely unconscious, and Kuaishou was only two punches on a person.

The police came around, and they looked at Kuaishou as if they were looking at a monster.

"Ahem!" Through the thumb-thick fence, Kuaishou hands behind his back, like Huang Feihong in the film, his eyes scanned the police outside, as if it was the police who were locked inside, and he was the one standing in front of the cage.

"Now you know that Lao Tzu didn't brag just now, right" Before the quick words of puffing up his chest were finished, his face immediately changed, and he honestly squatted down with his head in his hands.

The sparkling electric baton made Kuaishou honest, he is an honest man, and he knows what it means to be a good man and not suffer immediate losses. But the police didn't plan to let Kuaishou go like this, after all, the people lying in the number were their "own people".

Xenophobia is a sentiment in every country, and Malaysia is no exception.

Just when those electric batons were about to fall on Kuaishou through the fence, Zhang Ran moved!

In fact, electric batons are not all over the body, and those policemen will use electric batons across the fence, which is really a layman's practice in Zhang Ran's opinion.

Zhang Ran, who kicked over, kicked three batons away at the same time, and at the same time there were three policemen's screams, and their wrists were almost broken, as long as the person who could scream, no one would not scream.

"Our lawyer has just left, if you want to give us a leg up or something, you'd better call your boss first and find out what we're talking about."

Facing the muzzle of the black hole, Zhang Ran frowned, and the only thing he was worried about was whether the policeman holding the gun would go off because of the trembling hands. Obviously, the strength of Kuaishou and Zhang Ran's strength caused heavy psychological pressure on these policemen, and after a moment of confrontation, an elderly policeman chose to follow Zhang Ran's advice.

After the phone call, the policeman's face was a little depressed, but he still discussed with Zhang Ran very friendly, should he drag out the dead guy inside first? He thought those people had been killed by Kuaishou, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he dragged them out and found that they were all unconscious.

It's a good thing that no one is dead, but as for being injured or disabled, it's not a matter in the hearts of the police.

There are only four people left in Nuoda's number, except for Zhang Ran's three, there is also a young Chinese. Originally, there were other Chinese in this number, Zhang Ran didn't know why he was so afraid of him, the Malaysians asked Zhang Ran to change the number to make sense, and the Chinese also wanted to change the number, Zhang Ran was a little confused.

"Do you want to smoke?"

The "only" Chinese in the number leaned against the wall, sitting on the ground, he was wearing a very fashionable T-shirt, the jeans on his legs were as tattered as if he had been bitten by a mad dog, a pair of sneakers on his feet, and his hair was messy like a chicken nest, but if you look closely, it seems that the position and angle of each hair are carefully manipulated, in short, this should be a rich Chinese.

Zhang Ran has seen a lot of young Chinese like this abroad, they live in the best houses, drive luxury cars that are the envy of locals, hug the beauties that locals want to fall into, and live a life of eating and waiting for death, who says that mainlanders are poor?

Zhang Ran thought that the young man in front of him was also one of them, so he frowned, but ignored it.

"Ouch, the smoke is good, and you have a long life." When Kuaishou saw the cigarette, he ran over, took one, and smoked it beautifully, while the old knife, like Zhang Ran, did not smoke.

"You're very good at fighting, why don't you be my bodyguard when I get out, how about five thousand dollars a month? In this way, Lao Tzu doesn't have to worry about being bullied, specially. ”

This novel comes from Kanshu.com