Chapter Twenty-Three: Furious !!
Kong Jie ran over quickly with a long wooden stick, handed the wooden stick to Lu Hao's hand and blocked it in front of him, Lu Hao heard Kong Jie's screams and his chest was about to explode. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
Lu Hao grabbed Zhao Ying's arm and let her hand go, "Stay away!" After speaking, he grabbed Kong Jie's belt and pulled it hard, throwing him out of the battle circle, and looked back at him, his face was covered with blood.
Lu Hao looked at them with blood-red eyes, grabbed the ends of the wooden stick and shouted to break it, the scar man suddenly had a fear in his heart, looking at Lu Hao's twisted face, Kong Wu's powerful arms, reminded him of a legend on the road, the wooden stick Yama.
Seeing the old man's timidity, several gangsters subconsciously took a step back, and the guests at the food stall stood up with a roar and stumbled away from here.
The owner of the food stall didn't care about the people who escaped the order, and came over to pull the rack with a stiff smile, stammering in the round, "Several γ»γ»γ»γ»γ» brothers have put out the fire, they are all here to eatγ»γ»γ»γ»γ» I have a treat today, there is something to discussγ»γ»γ»γ»γ»γ» something to discuss!" β
The two guys at the food stall also ran over and stood behind the boss, but they didn't dare to speak. The scar man yelled at the boss to get out, and several thugs took the opportunity to grab a handful of steel skewers in their hands.
Lu Hao looked at the boss and said, "Go!" β
As soon as the words fell, Lu Hao moved, he was as vigorous as a predatory leopard, raising his hand and sticking at the scar man with the end of the wooden stick and stubble.
The scar man saw it clearly, but he just couldn't dodge, no matter how he moved, the two sticks would stick straight into his shoulders.
"Poof" wooden sticks inserted into his two shoulders, the scar man did not feel pain, but the dagger in his hand could not be grasped, and fell to the ground with a thud.
The ruthless are afraid of being stunned, and the stunned are afraid of dying! The gangsters were terrified, they didn't know what type Lu Hao belonged to, which type he should have killed.
"Ahh With Scar's screams, the two clever thugs turned their heads and ran, but they were each knocked down by the flying sticks.
In the distance, Kong Jie, whose head was covered in blood, ran over with a loud roar, picked up the stick and beckoned to them as if he were desperate.
There was a rattling sound from Lu Hao's clenched fist, and the thugs who used the chair to turn his head were scared to pee, but all this was to no avail, the hard fists still rained down on his face, and he could hear a banging sound in his ears, and everything was unconscious.
The bareback tattooed man knelt directly, but it was useless, Lu Hao's tyranny had not yet been vented, and the iron fist smashed straight at his nose, he fell on his back, and blood gushed out like a blooming flower.
The scar man looked at Lu Hao with a pale face, his frightened eyes were empty, and Lu Hao smashed it into his eyes. Zhao Ying picked up the draft beer glass from the table and rushed over while crying, Lu Hao, who had come to his senses, pulled her away, Lu Hao didn't want her to see the bloody picture and leave a shadow.
Lu Hao pulled her to Kong Jie's side, "Kong Jie hurry up and take Zhao Ying away, remember to leave things here, go quickly!" β
Kong Jie's face was covered with dry blood stains, his nose was no longer bleeding, he and Lu Hao grew up together, he understood what Lu Hao's eyes meant, he understood that it was useless to stay at this time, and dragged Zhao Ying out of here.
The boss saw that the matter was getting bigger, although he was 10,000 reluctant, but he still called the police, and two police officers from the police station on bicycles soon arrived, and saw the tragic situation of the wounded who fell to the ground, daggers and wooden sticks were still bloody, and they couldn't deal with this matter, and quickly notified the sub-bureau.
Lu Hao asked the police for a cigarette, sat on the chair and smoked a cigarette while chatting with the police, reliving Lu Hao has the factor of despising everything in his heart, anyway, the butterfly's wings have been instigated, everything is not a big deal.
This feeling is very strange or ridiculous, Lu Hao doesn't understand how he can have this kind of thought, he has always been conflicted in his heart, and there are always all kinds of negative emotions affecting him in front of the idea of working hard to change everything.
The police car came quickly, the ambulance also came, Lu Hao was taken directly to the substation, and the policeman Wang Cheng, who was interrogated by the substation, looked at Lu Hao, who was calm and without a trace of panic, with a puzzled face, as a policeman with decades of experience, he had never encountered this situation, even if it was self-defense, there would generally be panic after relaxing, not to mention in the police station.
Wang Cheng slapped the table and shouted, "Gender, age, address, parents!" β
Lu Hao glanced at the two policemen who interrogated him, to be honest, it was the first time he had entered the police station, although his own force value was not low in the previous life, he had not used it for more than 30 years. Damn! It's good now, I used it three times in a few days, and each time it became more and more ruthless.
"Officer Wang, come and smoke a cigarette!"
"Sit down!" A young policeman on the side shouted at Lu Hao, "Look at your attitude, you have to figure out that you are now the prisoner being interrogated!" β
"Bullshit!" Lu Hao glanced at him, "Before the incident was determined, what right did you have to say that I was a prisoner, you were just a policeman, and you could neither be a part-time prosecutor nor a judge!" β
"The kid is arrogant enough!" The young policeman didn't talk nonsense, there was no punishment for beating a suspect in 95, he picked up a baton and stood up.
Lu Hao glanced at him and pouted at him, he was despised, the young policeman was on the verge of rage, his face was red with anger, he was not afraid of being horizontal in the police station, and many horizontal people would be honest under the baton in his hand, if he didn't see that he was a child, the first thing he would do when he came in was to fix him first.
Cold hum! This was Lu Hao's response to his anger.
Wang Cheng has been carefully observing Lu Hao, the more calm Lu Hao is, the more interested Wang Cheng is in him, this kid has knocked down five big men by himself, and now he is a little disbelieving, he grabbed the young policeman, shook his head and said, "Xiao Chen, sit down first!" β
Wang Cheng took out a cigarette and walked to Lu Hao's side and lit it for him, and said, "Look at your tall and big face, but your face is immature, shouldn't it be big?" β
Lu Hao skillfully spit out a smoke ring, "15!" β
"I'm as old as my son, and I'm going to get the high school entrance exam right away, right?"
"Hmm!"
"The school?"
Lu Hao shook his head.
Next, I asked for my name and home address, Lu Hao still shook his head, Wang Cheng was very patient, and finally Lu Hao sighed and said, "Don't waste time, I won't say it, my parents are asleep in the middle of the night, let them sleep peacefully, I will say it tomorrow." β
The young policeman couldn't hold his breath for a long time, stood up suddenly, and slammed the table with a baton, it was the first time he had encountered such an arrogant prisoner, he leaned over and took out a book from under the table, and at the same time walked to Lu Hao's side with a baton.
"Boy, I see how arrogant you are, do you know what this is for?" The young policeman took a baton and slapped the book in his hand a few times.
Lu Hao gave him a contemptuous smile and said lightly, "I know, your skin is hard to protect!" β
"What?" The young policeman's face became even more hideous, and he dared to threaten him, what is the difference between this special and looking for death, he smiled sadly, put the book on Lu Hao's body, and raised the baton in his hand.