Like riding a horse, the weekend threw the yellow-haired youth down, sat on top of him, pressed his knees viciously against the yellow-haired youth's chest, and smashed his fist into the yellow-haired face.

With just one punch, the front teeth of the yellow-haired young man were shattered, and he immediately became a grandson, crying, begging for mercy and shouting for help, which made people disgusted.

Seeing this, the other Tiger Head Gang people rushed to the weekend, punching and kicking him in the body.

On the weekend, he was ruthless, and he didn't dodge, letting those people beat him violently, he tightly grabbed the collar of the yellow-haired young man, and smashed it in the face of the yellow-haired young man with a punch.

The beating lasted for about five or six minutes, and the policemen who were chatting while driving in front finally "spotted" and shouted to park the car on the side of the road, and the two policemen each took a baton and opened the rear door.

"Stop it!" The policeman with the baton was like Guan Erye with a horizontal knife, bluffing a few people who were besieging the weekend to hurriedly withdraw their hands, but the weekend didn't hear the police's stop, and still rode on the yellow-haired young man, and greeted the yellow-haired young man in the face with a punch.

The yellow-haired young man who was beaten so much that he didn't even know his mother had already fainted, his eyes rolled white, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, like a mass of rancid rotten pork.

It's not that I didn't hear the police stop it on the weekend, but I didn't dare to stop. Now he is like a wolf king besieged by a pack of wild dogs, and the yellow-haired youth under him is the only existence that can resist his life, and he is afraid that if he lets go of the yellow-haired youth, he will be beaten again.

One of the tall policemen saw that the weekend was disobedient, and he couldn't hold his face, and a baton smashed on the weekend's back: "Lao Tzu told you to stop!" ”

Hit by the electric baton, the stimulation of the electric current made the weekend's facial expression hideous, and the handsome face that could have fascinated thousands of girls was as pale as death at this time.

Finally, he staggered up from the yellow-haired young man's body, stumbling down, he looked in a trance, as if he would faint at any moment, but a pair of eyes were extraordinarily attentive, clear, like wolf eyes glowing with a faint green light in the dark night, staring at the tall policeman who had beaten him with a baton.

"What, you still want to eat Lao Tzu?" The tall policeman is not a good type, seeing that the weekend glared at him, cursed, and was ready to rush to the car and beat the weekend.

At this moment, Li Aiguo, who had a gloomy face, suddenly appeared behind the tall policeman, and he stopped the tall policeman in a deep voice: "Stop!" ”

"Chief, this kid is disobedient......" The tall policeman's arrogance immediately subsided, and he tried to explain.

"Smack!" Li Aiguo raised his eyebrows, and the ear scraper hit the tall policeman's face very happily, causing the latter to stumble and almost fall to the ground. He glared at the tall policeman with a cannibalistic look, and turned to look at the weekend with a pleasant face, and the technique of changing his face was not much better than that of Qi Baobao.

"Little brother, your name is Weekend?" When Li Aiguo said this, he even naturally bent over, his face full of caution.

I couldn't speak on the weekend, and I was really in pain, so I nodded slightly.

"You can go now!" Li Aiguo saw the other party nodding and said hurriedly.

"What?" The tall policeman who had been slapped for no reason thought he had misheard, raised his voice by several decibels, pointed to the weekend and said, "Boss, this kid ......"

"Little brother, do you need me to find someone to send you back?" Li Aiguo didn't even look at the tall policeman, and continued to pretend to be his grandson in a low voice to ask about the weekend.

The people of the Tiger Head Gang glanced at the flattering Li Aiguo, and then at the cold weekend with a calm look, and were suddenly dumbfounded, when did Li Aiguo of the Cannes Police Station change his sex?

"Don't bother, I can't die yet!" The reason why he pretended to be calm on the weekend was not that he really had a strong backstage, but that he was as confused as the people of the Tiger Head Gang, he almost didn't scold Li Aiguo for being a madman, but his innate acting talent was really good, and he was stunned to make others think that he was fearless.

After confirming that Li Aiguo didn't joke with himself, he got off the bus on the weekend, although he was in pain, he didn't walk at all, he was stable, and the people of the Tiger Head Gang consciously got out of the way, and they didn't dare to let go of a fart.

When he passed by the tall policeman, the tall policeman subconsciously dodged, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he suddenly pounced on the tall policeman, and smashed a beautiful left hook into the face of the tall policeman, knocking the latter directly to the ground.

"I don't have any eyesight, I'm embarrassed to come out and eat mixed rice, go back to your mother's belly and practice for another ten years and eight years!" After throwing off this sentence on the weekend, the ground staggered, leaving everyone with an unfathomable back, which made everyone including Li Aiguo stunned.

Seeing that the weekend was far away, Li Aiguo's tense nerves could be regarded as relaxed, he subconsciously wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said to himself: "Damn, which son is this, even the crazy woman surnamed Zhao was alarmed, you just want to be a female boss and don't pretend to be this poor dick, so much so that Lao Tzu almost lost his job." In order to express his reverence, Li Aiguo was stunned to watch the weekend go away, making the weekend miserable.

"Ciao, you guys get out of here, it's cool to watch Lao Tzu walk, isn't it?" I can't say what I had to say about the weekend, and I was beaten by a few bastards of the Tiger Head Gang all over my body, and it hurt when I stood up, but in order to maintain his unfathomable back, I had to grit my teeth and work hard, until I turned a corner on the side of the road, and he fell to the ground.

The weekend that hurt so much that he was grinning and sat on the ground tastelessly, his image plummeted, and he had to sigh: "Pretending to be X is also a technical job!" ”