Chapter 667

"I thought these guys really didn't have time, since they were so popular. Now it seems they don't take us seriously at all."

The young man sitting opposite, while gnawing on the chicken wings in his hand, muttered, "Black Brother, since they don't want face, let's peel their faces off."

Black Brother took out a cigarette and lit it: "After this matter is over, invite those few leopards back; I want to have a good chat with them."

The young man threw the chicken bones on the table and wiped his mouth with a napkin: "If Brother Xiaohang knows about this, I don't know how he will laugh at us."

Black Brother's anger seemed to have disappeared without a trace, and a smile appeared on his face: "Sister-in-law is about to give birth; we have to prepare a gift for our big nephew."

The young man said: "Isn't there still two months?"

Black Brother said: "Don't we have to prepare in advance? Can you still make it in time if you wait until you're on the sedan chair to pierce your ears?"

"That's true!" The young man scratched his head, "It's just that I don't know what's good to send for a newborn."

At this time, a commotion suddenly came from the second floor, along with cursing, and then it calmed down again.

"Damn!" The young man cursed, "What the hell is Er Meng doing? Asking for a name and address, and he can make such a big commotion."

"In the crowd, I see you again, just as charming, just as beautiful. Slowly relaxing, slowly abandoning, still not caring..."

The cheers outside continued, and Black Brother looked out the window: "These leopards are really popular."

The young man said: "When are we moving?"

Black Brother said with a smile: "Look at how crazy it is outside. We can't move yet; we have to let them calm down."

They sang two songs in a row outside before ending, then there was a segment of Peking Opera, followed by the sound of a piano in the speakers.

Black Brother had smoked three cigarettes in a row: "Almost there."

The young man nodded and raised his thumb.

A bald man, one meter nine tall, stood in the crowd and was very conspicuous.

This guy had been staring at the window, saw the young man sitting by the window, raised his thumb, giggled, lowered his head, spat, and spat a mouthful of phlegm.

"Damn your mother!" A guy with a rat-like face and sinister eyes next to him cursed at the bald man.

"Are you blind, spitting on my shoe."

The bald man raised his eyebrows: "I spat on your shoe, what can you do to me?"

The rat-faced man said viciously: "Lick it for me, or I'll kill you."

The bald man raised a hand that was a circle larger than an ordinary person and slapped the rat-faced man's face hard.

"Pa!"

A crisp sound, the rat-faced man was stunned, stars shining before his eyes, and it took a good while to come back to his senses.

Their conflict here naturally attracted the attention of the people around them, but there were too many people, and they couldn't hide even if they wanted to. They tried their best to retreat, but only made a small space.

"Dog days!" The bald man said cruelly: "I've grown up so big, and no one has ever dared to threaten me."

The rat-faced man recovered, took out a dagger from his body, and roared: "I'll kill you."

Suddenly, a fat man shouted: "Murder, run!"

"Murder!"

"Murder!"

"Murder!"

There were five people in front, shouting "murder" while pushing the crowded crowd, starting to create chaos.

The people in front saw the rat-faced man take out a knife, and their hearts panicked. Hearing the shouts of these guys, their hearts panicked even more, and they tried their best to retreat.

Those behind didn't know what happened, but heard someone shouting murder, felt a huge push from the front, and also began to stir, mixed with shouts and curses. The chaos was about to start, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Suddenly, two bright lights shone down from the roof, leaving those mice hiding in the crowd nowhere to hide. The originally restless crowd suddenly quieted down.

The bald man and the rat-faced man, as well as the guys who shouted murder, reflexively looked up at the roof, their eyes white, and they couldn't see anything.

Just then, those guys who shouted murder felt a thick arm strangle their necks, and then their bodies flew into the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Peng!"

Several guys screamed in pain, and then their lower backs were pressed down. They wanted to resist, but couldn't exert any strength.

The bald man and the rat-faced man were startled and turned to run.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot." Dajiang, in plain clothes, and a police officer stood up among the old men and women.

"Squat down!" Dajiang shouted, his hand holding the gun full of sweat.

If the bald man and the rat-faced man really jumped over the wall, they wouldn't dare to shoot.

Because once they shot, there was a high probability of causing chaos.

By then, there would be nowhere to cry.

"Squat down!" Dajiang shouted again.

The bald man's eyes flashed with fierce light, but looking at the black crowd around him, wanting to run out seemed hopeless. Finally, he raised his hands very unwillingly and squatted down.

The rat-faced man saw the bald man squatting honestly, threw the dagger on the ground, and then squatted down.

Dajiang breathed a sigh of relief, took out handcuffs from his body, and handcuffed the bald man, who looked the most dangerous, first.

The police officer kept holding the gun, took off the handcuffs, and threw them to Dajiang.

Dajiang caught them, handcuffed the rat-faced man, and took out the walkie-talkie.

"Director, I am Dajiang, seven mice have been caught here."

"Director, I am Zhang Li, one mouse has been caught here."

"Director, I am Yan Hongjun, one mouse has been caught here."

"Director, I am Zhang Wanlong, two mice have been caught here."

Zhang Zhonghui held the walkie-talkie, listened to the report, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"The performance will end in half an hour. Wait until it ends before escorting them back to the police station."

"Received!"

"Received!"

"Received!"

Dajiang said: "I can withdraw in advance here."

Zhang Zhonghui said: "Okay!"

Dajiang kicked the bald man and the rat-faced man: "Get up, come with me."

The other five were tied tightly with ropes and strung together.

"Don't pretend to be dead." A young man cursed, "Get up quickly, let's go."

The fat man stood up, followed the bald man, and walked toward the Dicos entrance.

"Grandpas and grandmas, make way." Dajiang shouted in front.

At this time, the grandpas and grandmas had quite high awareness, knowing that Dajiang and the others were police officers who had caught so many bad guys, and they cooperated very well, picking up their stools and making a path.

Black Brother, sitting by the window, saw the whole process, his face turned black and purple, and the half cigarette in his hand had been rubbed to pieces.

The young man said: "Er Meng hasn't come back yet, did something happen to him too?"

Black Brother's black and purple face suddenly changed, stood up, and said: "Go!"

"Where are you going?"

A man and a woman sitting at a table not far away held guns in their hands, and the black muzzle was pointing at Black Brother and the young man.