When the station stopped at the entrance of the central square, a group of police officers with rubber batons suddenly rushed up.

Mo Xiaoxie frowned, how could he feel that this group of people was fierce and not like a good class!

For he found the crowd coming towards the yellow hair.

Huang Mao looked at Mo Xiaoye with a sneer, pointed at Mo Xiaoxie and shouted: "You beat this kid to death for me, my father will bear it if something happens." ”

Seeing that a few young policemen were about to rush up with batons, Mo Xiaoye shouted coldly: "You don't ask about the indiscriminate, just help him out!"

One of the yellow-faced tall and thin young men sneered, "Do you still need to ask if you start beating people?

"Are people like you also considered police officers? What's the difference between doing it and this yellow-haired gangster without asking?"

Mo Xiaoye didn't expect that the quality of these police officers was so poor, and they directly became some people's thugs.

When several subway police officers heard Mo Xiaoye say this, they became even more angry.

Seven or eight people walked over to Mo Xiaoxie together.

The passengers near the trunk were so frightened that they ran to both ends. They seemed to know that these subway police officers were powerful, and their faces were a little ugly, but they dared to be angry when they looked at the batons in their hands.

Although seven or eight people rushed to the police gate, due to the small trunk, only three people could face Mo Xiaoxie head-on.

The yellow-faced tall and thin young man took the lead in smashing Mo Xiaoxie on the head with a stick.

There are a few wisps of anger and coldness in Mo Xiaoxie's eyes, you are looking for death by yourself!

He slammed his hand, and a coin slammed into the wrist of the yellow-faced youth.

"Ahh

The pain made the yellow-faced young man's palm loosen, and the baton fell to the ground.

Then, Mo Xiaoxie's big feet flew up.

With a "bang", the yellow-faced young man flew in response, smashing the two people who had no time to dodge to the ground.

"Ma's, he actually knows martial arts, brothers go up together, kill him!"

Mo Xiaoye picked up the baton dropped by the yellow-faced young man with his foot, and "Bangbang" blocked the baton waved by the two, and the two feet flew up, and the two flew out screaming.

Mo Xiaoxie deliberately changed his strength, and one of them flew towards Huang Mao and smashed him into the car box again.

When he saw the other men cowering, he stood still in front of him, intending to let them go. However, Huang Mao screamed.

"If you still want to mix in the magic capital, if you want to mix, give it to Lao Tzu!"

The three policemen gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

Mo Xiaoyi saw that the three of them were coerced, although he was a little pitiful, even pathetic! However, he would not stand stupidly and let them fight!

However, this time, the strength in his hand was a little smaller, and the "Bang Bang Bang" three-style Tai Chi boxing knocked the three of them to the ground.

There was applause in the trunk, and a plainly dressed aunt shouted angrily: "Young man, good job! This group of police officers is too domineering, I bought some tangerines last time, but they confiscated them." He also said that he was afraid that I would eat orange peels and affect the environment of the trunk. It's so hateful, I originally bought it for my daughter-in-law and son, but I was beaten down by my daughter-in-law when I went home. ”

An old man also shouted: "Yes! Now the quality of people is getting worse and worse, is it that all the students go to school to go to the dogs, the college students commit suicide at every turn, the boss jumps into the river at every turn, and even the policemen are so hateful, last time I brought most of the vegetables I grew at home, they also took most of them." ”

"The world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient!"

There was a lot of talk in the trunk.

They didn't know that there was already a commotion in the police duty room outside.

As soon as Li Anyang, the captain of the police brigade, came back from outside, he saw Mo Xiaoxie who was in power in closed-circuit surveillance, and quickly made a phone call to the phone of his boss, the director of the Lujia Street Police Station.

After the phone was connected, Li Anyang shouted: "Director Chen, your nephew Xiaoliang was beaten!"

"This kid is causing me trouble again, and you didn't wipe his ass?"

Li Anyang smiled bitterly, "Director Chen, he asked me to help him with seven or eight of my subordinates, but they were all overturned, otherwise, I wouldn't have called you!"

Chen Lie suddenly felt that something was wrong, and this time it won't cause any hard stubble!

"What? Do you know who it is? Why is it so powerful! in the trunk or outside?"

"I don't know, it looks like a bypass youth who knows martial arts. It's still in the trunk!"

"Then the next stop, let me stop for ten more minutes, I want to think about what to do?"

Chen Chen hung up the phone, and then dialed the phone number of Ye Chenggong, deputy secretary of the Party Working Committee and director of the office of Lujia Street, who was also his brother-in-law.

"Brother-in-law, Tatsura was beaten on the subway this time. ”

"What? Who is so bold as to dare to touch my son!"

Chen Chen was a little disdainful in his heart, you spoil him so much, something will happen sooner or later. But he didn't say it.

"A young man who knows martial arts, Chen Liang called eight police officers this time, but they were all beaten down. Why don't I go to the police and put that kid in jail for a few days?"

Chen Lie asked tentatively, Ye Chenggong's face squeezed, his small eyes narrowed, and a few cold lights flashed.

"Hmph, you can't be so cheap, kid, I'll take care of this matter, so don't meddle. ”

Ye Chenggong, who has a meaty face, looks like thick eyebrows and a violent face. A few black hairs on a black mole at the corner of his mouth trembled with his face.

No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a communist party member, but like a hooligan leader!

Ye Chenggong immediately made another phone call to the Supreme Bar.

In the bar, a young man in a black shirt, black casual pants, and long flowing hair is lying on the railing on the second floor of the bar, looking at the hustle and bustle of the bar and the enthusiastic men and women. His expression was very inconsistent with these color-eating men and women, very cold, even a little cold!

It's like a ruthless killer!

He was just about to turn around and enter the house when he heard his cell phone ringing. When I opened the phone, I saw that it was Ye Chenggong.

"Hey, it's Uncle Ye, what's the matter?"

"Mingzun, you hurry up to Lujia No. 3 subway line, my son was beaten, this guy is a martial arts master, you help me teach him a lesson, by the way, cripple one of his arms!"

Ye Chenggong seemed to have thought of something, paused and said, "I will find a way to make my father suffer less in prison!"

Wu Mingzun's eyes shrank, and there were several cold lights flashing in it, like a hungry wolf that was about to be devoured.

However, then I thought of my father who was imprisoned, and the cold light in my eyes gradually faded!

Although Ye Chenggong told his father that he was wrongfully imprisoned for offending the Du family, the text of "iQue Wanfang" that he read Chapter 93: The Cool Wu Mingzun has enabled the anti-theft mode, and only half of the chapter is not connected to the content of the previous chapter. Please search for the hidden part in the back: (ruthless + water) After entering, search for "iQue Wanfang" to watch

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