The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chen Zhong saw that the man doing the live broadcast had already been beaten, and was wiping away his tears, transferring money to him.

He smiled and said, "Take out your ID and let me see it."

Huang Mao also cooperated and handed over the certificate.

Chen Zhong took it in his hand and couldn't help laughing.

It was clearly written with a pen, and the handwriting was ugly and crooked.

"Is this considered a certificate? You are not afraid of being arrested if you pretend to be a member of the state? How much money has been withheld, and it is best to hand it in truthfully. I will consider letting you live."

"Fuck?" Huang Mao was surprised.

I have been fined here for a long time, but I have encountered many people who did not pay.

But it was the first time I saw someone speaking in such a tone.

"We were confiscated by security guards. If you don't pay, then don't blame us for not protecting well."

A few strong men carrying steel pipes came over, tilting their necks, looking arrogant.

Chen Zhong said lightly: "Then I want to see how you guys are not thoughtful."

"Okay, I don't need to talk nonsense to you." Huang Mao took the steel pipe and swung it at his head.

But he didn't hit the opponent at all, and kicked out with a foot in an instant, directly touching his chest.

"Oh! Pfft..."

Huangmao flew upside down seven or eight meters away, rolled on the ground four or five times before stopping, and spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

The others were startled, knowing that they had encountered a tough guy, who was obviously a martial artist, and wanted to run away after dropping the steel pipe.

Yang Defa didn't stop, and then caught up with them, knocking them down several times.

He couldn't help feeling angry in his heart, he was a majestic king, but he actually took care of this little bastard.

But if it's just the three of them, if they don't do it themselves, do they still have to let those two uncles do it?

Grabbing Huang Mao's hair, he dragged the man over, kicked him and said:
"Don't pretend to be dead, my strength is very good, you can't die, if you don't wake up, just close your eyes forever."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, brother, I was wrong, please give me a way out."

Huang Mao knelt down and begged for mercy. Today, it can be said that he kicked on the iron board.

Chen Zhong asked calmly: "What kind of organization are you in? Is there any backing behind you? What's the situation in the northwest? Tell me about it."

Huang Mao hurriedly said: "I belong to the Xiaodao Gang, followed by Zongwutang. I only know the situation in Changcheng. This is still the Martial Daomen, and the Zhenwu faction is the most powerful, but now there are more Zhantian Gang, Xiongjimen , Liu Yetang...they are also very powerful, and they fought over a medicinal herb yesterday."

"A medicinal herb? Yin Yang flower?" Chen Zhong asked.

"It doesn't seem to be the case. Although the Yin Yang Flower can make a person become the God of War, it was taken by Chen Dazhu."

Huang Mao explained: "Nowadays, there are so many medicinal materials that are not much worse than that. Those can be used to heal injuries quickly."

Chen Zhong had smelled the conspiracy a long time ago, and things that he had never heard of before suddenly appeared, such as the undead technique.

Someone is deliberately throwing precious things here, making the water here more and more muddy, driving people into madness.

He immediately thought of foreign forces. After all, the chaos here is good for them and can organize the development of Huaguo.

Chen nodded and said: "Okay, take me to the Knife Gang. I'm a member of the state, and I will help you surrender."

Huang Mao was trembling, the people from this country seemed to be different from what they had seen, and they were not friendly at all.

The anchor had already turned on the live broadcast, and was exaggerating: "I met gangsters, look at my wounds, I just knocked them down, this is the power given to me by piety..."

The people on the mobile phone are constantly swiping rockets and other expensive gifts.

Chen Zhong heard it, and suddenly turned his head and said, "What are you doing? Turn off the phone for me!"

"What's the matter? What do you want to do?"

The anchor shouted, "You are state personnel, why do you want to bully the people? Believe it or not, let me tell you, I have a lot of influence in the live broadcast industry, I have 50 fans!"

He's afraid of punks, but not them.

When Chen Zhong walked over, he saw fans inside criticizing state personnel for law enforcement.

The live broadcast also encouraged: "Everyone remember this face, and then report him together!"

Click!
Chen Zhong squeezed the phone and covered half of his face, so he couldn't recognize it at all, and he wasn't afraid.

It's just that he doesn't want people in the northwest to know that he's coming, and he will have to change his appearance when the time comes.

"You crushed my phone?" The anchor said in shock, "Just wait and don't do it."

Chen Zhong frowned and said, "It's really noisy, Huang Mao, tell your people to beat him up again."

"Okay." Huang Mao picked up the steel pipe in pain, and threw it on him, venting all his anger on him.

The anchor was beaten and screamed, begging for mercy again and again and dare not.

Chen Zhong has no obligation to help those fans and tell them that this is a liar.

Fans may know it, they are just happy to watch it.

In addition, there are too many scammers above, and there are endless scams, and I don't have the energy to manage it.

After getting in the car, I came to the Knife Gang, which is just a dilapidated bar.

There are no customers inside, or at this point there are no people.

But in his opinion, even if there is not much time.

Robbery comes much quicker than that.

More than a dozen big men who painted dragons and phoenixes turned their heads.

Chen Zhong asked lightly: "Are all of your people here?"

Huang Mao pretended to step forward to watch, then suddenly turned around and shouted: "This man is looking for trouble, go call Zong Wutang and surround them!"

More than a dozen people took out machetes from under the table and rushed up.

Yang Junbao twisted his hands and feet and said: "Old guy, you should rest for a while, don't secretly scold us for not being sympathetic to your injured leg."

He grabbed the round table in front of him and smashed it over.

"what……"

Several people were directly smashed on the floor, spitting out blood, and looked very surprised.

Yang Junbao stepped forward and swung his fists, hitting them again with his body, and they all fell down in a short time.

Whoa!

The shutter door was pulled.

A few people at the door had already run out, and it seemed that they had tipped off the news.

Yang Junbao didn't care at all, took out a bottle of foreign wine from the counter, opened it, and praised:

"Good wine, it seems that there is still real wine here, junior brother, old man, and the driver, let's drink some."

They threw them away one after another.

After the driver caught it, he kept trembling and said, "Brother, brother, what the hell are you doing? Can I go home now?"

Yang Defa said lightly: "Didn't I tell you that we are national personnel? Have we treated you badly together?"

"Don't put gold on your face. My junior brother belongs to the country. You tomb robber, I don't know how many people you killed. If you die without a single shot, you're good." Yang Junbao rolled his eyes.

Yang Defa apologized and said with a smile: "Isn't this a higher awareness following Brother Chong?"