Chapter 390: I'll Beat You, Chengguan

The pickup truck drove out of the villa community and stopped at an inconspicuous corner diagonally opposite, there were many small vendors selling clothes and accessories on the side of the road, and there were several cars parked on the side, and the rear car cover was stretched out and it was full of all kinds of goods.

Xu Qing got out of the car and walked to a small grocery on the side of the road, fortunately, he brought a wallet when he changed clothes, and now he can be seen everywhere where he buys a two-piece set of fireworks.

I deliberately bought two packs of cigarettes, and it was reasonable to smoke a pack of cigarettes just after Jiao Kuan, which is called taking a drop of water from someone and returning him ten drops of oil. Pulling the car door and preparing to get into the car, I suddenly heard a commotion behind me, and the hawkers shouted one after another: "The chengguan is coming, collect the ...... quickly" Suddenly the sound of the car cover closing, the sound of the iron frame falling to the ground, and the messy footsteps of the hawkers sounded together.

In these years, the city management is as fierce as a tiger, and today Xu Qing has seen it with his own eyes, three pickup trucks with buckets roared in, and more than ten uniformed men with big waists and round sleeves jumped from the car, wearing big caps obliquely, holding blue cigarettes in their mouths, and the rack baskets and baskets that entered the eyes were lifted into the car, which was called a civilized law enforcement, majestic.

The hawkers are like birds beating the birds, swarming and carrying them in all directions, and a few of them who are slow down are dragged to the house, so anxious that they scream, the sharp-eyed Xu Qing saw a little girl selling flowers sitting on the steps on the side of the road, and at this time she was sitting on the steps with a flower basket in her arms, and her face was really pitiful.

The little girl was about ten years old, with a pair of big eyes that were hollow and dull, and she wore a floral cloth jacket and cowered and bowed her body, as if she wanted to use her thin body to protect the flower basket in her hand, if no one paid attention to her, it would be better.

A middle-aged bearded chengguan saw the flower basket in the little girl's hand, and a lunge rushed forward to reach out and buckle the basket edge and dragged it out, the little girl was dragged forward, but still refused to let go.

"Let go, I want to take things back and go to the chengguan brigade to pay the fine." The beard bent down and snatched it, the little girl leaned forward, and knelt on the cold concrete floor with a pop of her knees.

"Oops!" The beard snorted in pain, but first let go of the palm, and the control of the bamboo basket returned to the flower girl's hand, this time she simply wrapped her arms around the bamboo basket, twisted around, and shook the two braids on the back of her head.

The beard was furious, reached out and grabbed the little girl's hair braid and pulled it back, the little girl let out a cuckoo crying bloody scream in pain, her upper body lost her balance and fell backwards, and the flower basket came out of her hand, and it fell to the ground with a click.

Xu Qing, who witnessed this scene, couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed forward with a flying pounce, and his hand seemed to be electric to buckle the wrist of the beard.

Click!

A crisp tooth-making fracture sound came out, and it took two seconds for the beard to let out a pig-like howl, and the palm of his hand let go of the little girl's braid, but the rubber band on the braid had broken, and the braid was scattered into hair, Xu Qing's left leg swung and used the leg to firmly support the little girl's crumbling body and straighten her.