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  Very Secretary-1693 Who Said Urban Management Isn't Cute?

  As soon as the stall owner finished speaking, there was a burst of applause. This is the case among Chinese people. Sometimes there may be conflicts, but in a word, this is an internal conflict. When encountering external conflicts, they are all consistent with the outside world. 【 &】

  Although I couldn't understand what the stall owner said, but with the obvious demeanor and tone and the applause with praise, he could understand the meaning of the other party, and he didn't take them seriously.

  The two of them didn't understand, but Lu Shi could understand. He rolled his eyes and came over with an empty wine bottle in his hand. Damn, this is not bad, the Yamaguchi group walks like crabs in Japan, although there is an old saying that a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake, but are these people local snakes? At best, it's just a group of earthworms.

   Bang! With a loud noise, the beer bottle in Lu Ji's hand smashed on the stall, and then he kicked the stall over and cursed: "F*ck, call me Lao Tzu, I smashed your diner today! "

On the road, he was abnormally short and thick, with a full face, and the two subordinates were also very strong, coupled with the temperament of years of hacking and killing by the Yamaguchi group, the momentum can still calm many people, but The stall owner was also tough, and he didn't give up such a thing at all. With a flip of his hand, he had already come out with a boning knife, and said viciously: "You little devil ran to the Chinese territory to play tricks, I will let you bleed today .”

On the road, he twisted his bald head, without saying a word, rushed up with the wine bottle showing half of the broken pieces, and the two subordinates saw that the boss went up, so naturally they were not far behind, and the four of them immediately fought into a ball, then Although the stall owner has a lot of strength and is ruthless enough, but the three people on the road are used to hacking and killing after all, and their kung fu is not weak. Coupled with the large number of people, the stall owner was knocked down to the ground after a few hits, his shoulders On the road, he was accidentally stabbed twice by the road. Although it was only a skin trauma, a lot of blood flowed out.

   "Sick man of East Asia, it's not worth mentioning." Lu Ji laughed loudly, grabbed a string of mutton skewers and put them in his mouth to chew. His two subordinates also laughed loudly, their arrogance was simply infuriating.

   "Damn, this **** is too contemptuous of people, big guy, don't be dumbfounded, **** it, **** him!" Someone in the crowd yelled, and the crowd suddenly became commotion.

He was not afraid on the road, his understanding of the Chinese was still in a state of disarray, he sneered and threw away the mutton skewer in his hand, leaned over to pick up the boning knife dropped by the stall owner, and hooked it He hooked his fingers and said, "Come on, come here if you are not afraid of death."

Everyone saw the attack just now on the road. Seeing that there was a knife in his hand, he couldn't help but hesitate. It's okay to shout a few times, but it's unnecessary to pay the price of blood for it. Seeing this look, on the road Ji was even more proud, pointed at the stall owner, and said: "Grill lamb skewers for me, hurry up, or I will roast your meat."

   "Hit your mother's house for selling batches!" A voice with a strong Guizhou accent sounded, and at the same time, a tall Guizhou man smashed over with a stool.

  "You are the first to be tough!"

  ...

Someone took the lead and moved for the first time. For a while, dialects from all over the world rang out, from Chongqing, Northeast, and Beijing, mixed with yelling. I don’t know when dozens of migrant workers have come. They are the most sincere. Pu Di, when he was insulted by foreign countries, completely forgot some previous frictions and contradictions. At this time, there were no regional differences, because they all came from one place—China!

Lu Ji and his two minions were dumbfounded. They were not Bruce Lee, and even if they could fight, they would not be able to deal with dozens of people. In a panic, someone slapped a brick on the back of the head, and they suddenly jumped forward. There is no need to fight in the back, one step on him will kill him.

   Seeing that there was going to be a fatal accident, right here, someone suddenly yelled: "It's not good, the city management is here to check the stall, hurry up!"

This howling sound was more effective than firing a gun. Suddenly, a large group of people who were still fighting just now flashed. Poor Lu Ji and those two subordinates were beaten to death. A dozen urban management members He rushed over and shouted straight up: "Your uncle, don't you know that you are in a meeting? Fighting at this time, do you want to die? Take them all back."

   Said to take all of them back, except for a few spectators, the only protagonists in the field were the three people on the road and the owner of the mutton kebab stall.

  Several urban management members rushed up fiercely, at this time someone in the crowd said: "A few little devils made the first move."

   "Wait, what's the situation?" The urban management captain stepped forward.

  This captain is usually a good person. When he catches a stall, he is mainly educated and rarely fined. After all, it is not easy for him to make a small amount of money. Some people who know him in the crowd will tell the situation just now.

  The captain of the urban management team nodded, walked up to Lu Ji's side, and asked, "Are you okay?"

When he walked over, Lu Ji let out a scream like killing a pig. It turned out that the captain of the urban management stepped on his hand and twisted it a few times. After Lu Ji screamed a few times, the captain moved away. , Cursed: "Damn, I care about you with good intentions, but you bit Lu Dongbin like a dog, and everyone left."

Although these urban management team members have not experienced the tragic war that year, their anti-Japanese complex is deeply rooted and does not depend on any will. However, they cannot fight against them openly like the others, and they also follow the example of the captain. Scoop, stepped on the four feet of these three people. This situation is a bit weird like a ghost soldier borrowing a way. Amidst the miserable screams, the urban management team members walked away in unison, and it was ridiculous that they were the last ones to pass by. That super fat man purposely stained his feet with some glass shards, and every time he walked on someone's hands or feet, he would say to himself: "****, I'm too tired from walking, take a rest."

"Urban management, good job!" The applause rang out again, and the team members suddenly felt that it was really cool to do good deeds. The feeling of being affirmed and recognized was so ecstatic that some even I secretly swear that in the future, I must enforce the law in a civilized manner and be a quality and high-level urban management team member.

When Lu Ji and others woke up, they found themselves lying in the stinky ditch. The night was already deep, and the wind was blowing on them, making them very cold. Both of their subordinates cried: "The urban management is terrible, boss, I want to go back Home, I want to see the lovely cherry blossoms, woo woo woo..."

  Time went back two hours, and the lights in Lu Jianhong's residence were still on. Four furtive figures crouched in the darkness, with eight eyes fixedly watching the villa.

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