Chapter Ninety-Seven: No Swim Trunks

The carriage was crowded, and the distance between the two was less than twenty centimeters, and everyone thought that this energetic student brother was going to suffer.

The corners of Xu Qing's mouth raised, revealing a very sunny smile, and he quickly grabbed the man's wrist with one palm and pinned it up, the man suddenly let out a miserable howl, and the whole person knelt down.

"You're welcome, it's not the New Year yet!" Xu Qing smiled and looked down at the horse's face distorted by severe pain, and his palm secretly increased a little harder.

"Oops!" The horse-faced man who was restrained howled again, and the tweezers in his hand fell on the floor of the carriage with a clatter.

There was a commotion in the crowd not far away, and two middle-aged men with fierce faces squeezed over, and a small piece of land was forcibly vacated in the originally crowded carriage.

One of them, a tall thin man in a tightsuit, pointed at Xu Qing's nose and scolded viciously: "Little cub, don't let go of Lao Tzu and abolish you." ”

Another short man took advantage of this moment to pick up his old fist and smashed it at Xu Qing's head, Xu Qing grabbed one in his hand, and the other hand was still hanging a plastic ring, it was impossible to avoid it, and he was about to be hit by a punch, Zhu Dan behind him was so frightened that he took two steps back.

Laugh at!

It just so happened that when the car arrived at the station, the door opened with an inflatable sound, and Xu Qing was standing less than two meters away from the door, only to see him twist his waist up, fly up and kick the short man's waist, kicking the goods upside down, and throwing the horse-faced man who was restrained in his hand out of the car door with a single arm.

A few movements were clean and neat, as fast as lightning, and the poor horse-faced man was suddenly thrown out of the car, holding his dislocated wrist and crying on the ground for his father and mother.

The tall and thin man on the opposite side saw that this student brother was as strong as this, and he was stunned for a while, his mouth was wide open and he couldn't hold back a word for a while, and he was flustered in his heart, this kid shouldn't have come out of the martial arts school, right? It's too professional to beat up people......

The short man who fell to the ground was also uncomfortable, his waist seemed to have been smashed by a heavy hammer, he couldn't lift half of his strength up and down, he struggled several times and couldn't get up, so he could only shout weakly: "Fritters, come and help my buddies get out of the car, our brothers are planted today." “

The tall and thin man came back to his senses, turned to pick up his companion, and stumbled out of the car. The strange thing is that no one stepped forward to stop the roots, including Xu Qing, who was very powerful.

The doors close and the car starts slowly. Zhu Dan, who was behind him, finally couldn't help poking Xu Qing's shoulder with his finger, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you send them to the Public Security Bureau?" ”

Xu Qing pouted at the left side of the carriage and said, "We still have to go to school, so we don't have time to ink on this little thing!" Besides, there's □□ over there! ”

Only then did everyone discover that there was indeed a young man in □□ uniform in the direction of his mouth, who was stared at by dozens of eyes with various meanings, and began to fidget, blushing and whispering: "I am a traffic police ......."

"Cut, the traffic police are also □□."

"The thing that I can't get used to eating dry rice is blind in this body!"

"Wasting taxpayers' money ......"

…… Seeing the person in the traffic police compartment, he immediately said nonsense, the posture seemed to focus all the indignation on him alone, and the poor traffic policeman was eager to find a crack in the floor to sneak in, and blushed and waited for the next stop to escape.