Just when these anti-fans were about to be frozen, they happened to be a surprise that a table of guests who had finished their meals had to check out and go downstairs.

There were five guests at this table, all of whom were regular customers. When checking out, Zhao Lijuan told them about the matter at the door and advised them to wait a while, leave for two cups of tea, and wait until the people outside the door retreat before leaving.

Unfortunately, the guests drank a lot of alcohol and were anxious to go home, so they did not listen to the advice and pushed the door and walked out one after another.

As expected, as soon as they left the house, they surrounded the antis.

These antitis have been freezing outside the door for a long time, and they all feel a little regretful. Isn’t it good to watch TV and play computers with comfortably at home? I have to run away and suffer. It’s like a dead dog, and it’s even seen by people as a monkey.

At first, I just regretted it, but then I started to complain, and in the end, someone even proposed to go home. It was just in front of me that the fall was falling apart, but at this time, the guest came out.

As soon as they came out, they saved the anti fans. It was too embarrassing to just shout slogans, and this time they finally had some serious things to do.

"Sir, do you know Zhou Cong? Do you know how hard he works?"

"Miss, wait a moment, please allow me to tell you the story of a young man growing up into a star through hard work."

In an instant, they rushed forward and began to chat with the guests who came out of the West Chamber and promote their idols.

The guests were all stupid. No one had ever encountered this. Fortunately, when Zhao Lijuan went out just now, she had already reminded them, so they were a little prepared and replied vaguely: "Well, Zhou Cong, I'm quite familiar with me, please help me to speak out."

There are also those who are completely drunk and are silly watching them: "Are you asking for salary? It's not easy for migrant workers, city beauticians and architects, I support you morally, come on..."

Seeing that the guest was stopped by Anti, Liu Yanghe and Zhao Lijuan couldn't sit still this time.

"Hurry, call the police." After shouting at the cashier at the counter, Liu Yanghe hurriedly ran out.

"What are you doing? Come to me if you have anything to do, don't affect the guests. I have called the police, you can go quickly." After coming out, Liu Yanghe shouted to these anti-fans.

His original intention was to scare these people away and calm things down.

However, what he never expected was that when he appeared, he was immediately recognized by the other party.

"Hurry, don't let him run away. This person is Liu La's father." A girl with a Tianjin accent pointed at Liu Yanghe and shouted.

With this shout, Liu Yanghe's goal was achieved, and the customers were really liberated, and no one paid attention to them. The only mistake was that these antis were not scared away, but instead surrounded Liu Yanghe.

Looking at the anti-enclosed group of anti-he, Liu Yanghe calmed down: "What are you doing? Are you doing something?"

Hearing this, the antis said arrogantly:

"Apology, let your son apologize to our Congbao."

"Not only your son, you three have to apologize together, otherwise this matter will never end!"

The antis were very impressed by the momentum that Liu Yanghe had been snatched, and some even took out the camera they carried with them and started recording.

Liu Yanghe did not comment on the antis' request and continued to ask: "Apology is not impossible, but there must be a reason? You have been making trouble for a long time and haven't explained what the hell is."

"You don't know?" The antis seemed very surprised. Then, they talked about the whole story to Liu Yanghe. Of course, the version they said was naturally directed towards Zhou Cong.

Hearing the antis, Liu Yanghe nodded: "It seems that my son really hit him. Well, it's good, it's a good hit!" Liu Yanghe patted twice lightly.

"Damn, what are you saying? You're looking for death!" Hearing this, the anti fans were stunned at first, and then quickly reacted, and the crowd was excited.

Ignoring their scolding, Liu Yanghe continued, "What did I say? I said it was right! What did you young people think? After all, they grew up under the red flag of socialism, but they made things difficult for a fake Japanese to make things difficult for their own people. They even blocked the door openly. Are you sick in your head? You may have no IQ, but you still have to have the minimum etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame in being a human being!"

After pausing, Liu Yanghe said again: "My son beat a little Japanese. A few decades ago, he was a hero. Until now, I am also proud of him. As for you, if your parents knew that you were carrying your luggage to someone else's doorstep for a little Japanese devil in the middle of the night, you would probably be so angry! For the sake of your parents, I would advise you to leave quickly, otherwise you will not be able to leave even if you want to."

Although Liu Yanghe's words were a bit ugly, the content was full of helplessness and persuasion. After all, the age of the young people in front of him was not much different from his son. If Liu Yanghe really made his opponents and curse them, Liu Yanghe would really not be able to take that face.

As a last resort, he had to focus on persuasion, thinking of delaying the time, and after the police car came over, the group of young people ran away.

However, Liu Yanghe thought it was very good. The problem was that the mentality of these anti fans was completely different from that of ordinary people. No matter whether you were right or wrong, as long as you dare to say that my idol was not good, then you would be with me to kill my father’s enemy.

You think about it, this has become a relationship of "killing your father's enemy", and that's all right.

"Damn it, if you dare to scold us, Congbao will beat him."

"We can't find his mistake by Liu La, so we will return it to his father."

With the instigation of the two leading anti-fans, a group of young people rushed up and fought with Liu Yanghe. Fortunately, these anti-fans were all girls, so although they fought together, they were not too savage, just pushing back and forth, scratching and other things.

Seeing that her husband was surrounded by someone, Zhao Lijuan hurriedly rushed up, trying to snatch her husband out.

Just as the two groups of people were having a big fuss, a police car finally appeared slowly.

"The police are here, run away!" As soon as he saw the police car, the anti-fans immediately scattered, leaving Liu Yanghe with several tragic slashed with long fingernails on his face.

Seeing that the other party had run away, Zhao Lijuan hurriedly asked her husband with concern: "Lao Liu, are you okay?"

"Hiss, nothing big is going to happen. These girls don't know how to cut their fingernails." Liu Yanghe touched the hole on his face and took a deep breath.

Just as the couple was talking, an anti-fan who was at the end and had not yet run away was probably unwilling to accept it. He took out a can of Sprite from his pocket and smashed it hard towards it.

It was so dying that she hit Zhao Lijuan's head, and blood flowed out. In addition, Zhao Lijuan's heart was not very good, and she had already received a fright, but she was suddenly hit again and fell to the ground with her chest covering her body.
Chapter completed!