When the convoy drove to the Lingwan Hero Memorial Hall, Lin Haoxuan, who was swallowing steamed buns with great effort, suddenly stopped the car. In Qiao Yongkui's stunned, Lin Haoxuan had already opened the car door and walked out with great strides. The members of the Feiying Hall subconsciously took out their pistols to guard.

Qiao Yongkui was quick-eyed and waved his hand to stop everyone's actions.

At his purpose, a young kimono was playing on Zhang Zizhong's statue, constantly making various obscene and obscene moves. A famous girl two meters away was laughing and taking photos for him, and she didn't forget to teach him to sit on the head of the statue with her butt.

Qiao Yongkui sighed softly, unlucky child!

While he was breathing, Lin Haoxuan had already walked to Zhang Zizhong's statue and kicked the young kimono sitting on the head of the statue without any warning. The latter, who was unprepared, was like a golf ball, bang! The whole person disappeared from the statue without a trace!

The girl who was taking the photo was stunned at first, then screamed and ran towards her companion.

The young man in kimono fell and his face and arms were scratched, and his nose was even crooked to the side, so he screamed. The girl helped her companion up with heartache, and shouted to Lin Haoxuan: "Are you sick? How do you hit someone?"

The young kimono also sucked his nose and shouted tremblingly: "Call the police!"

Lin Haoxuan showed ridicule and said without any objection: "I thought you were a Japanese man, but I didn't expect that he was a Chinese in a kimono. He is really a tragedy and scum of the nation. Of course, even the Japanese saluted the general, but you humiliated him unscrupulously!"

"If I had known that you were not a Japanese, I should have played you miserably just now!"

Some people who witnessed the passing were discussing in a low voice.

When the young girl saw Lin Haoxuan not only did not apologize, but also taught them a rude speech. She pointed at Lin Haoxuan and cursed: "Damn it! The little angry young man pretended to be noble here and had the ability to wait with me here. Wait for me to ask someone to come and see if you are noble? Brother, bring people here quickly!"

Lin Haoxuan ignored her hysteria and took out a tissue to wipe the marks of the statue.

This girl is indeed a little bit worthy, and she called people shortly after she hung up the phone.

Qiao Yongkui swept over the upcoming battle, raised an interesting curve on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly his brows frowned slightly, and a message came from Xia Yuan. Four or five cars fell behind them, and he was carefully taking photos with surveillance cameras.

He was targeted again, I don’t know who the sacred is?

Qiao Yongkui sighed secretly and reported to Lin Haoxuan at the same time. The latter just nodded slightly but did not have any instructions. Qiao Yongkui could only make a warning gesture and sent four members of the Flying Eagle Hall to secretly touch the surveillance convoy to ensure Lin Haoxuan's safety.

In the car not far away, Zheng Fangfang was staring at Lin Haoxuan's actions.

The expression of anger and ridicule was relieved while Lin Haoxuan wiped the statue. Zheng Fangfang took a deep breath with a solemn expression, picked up the intercom and issued an order: "Let everyone be prepared, we will arrest that arrogant boy in the street at any time!"

The intercom responded quickly: "I understand!"

An inexplicable pleasure flashed across Zheng Fangfang's face, and a seductive curve slightly curled up at the corner of her mouth, and she murmured secretly: Boy, not only dare to be careless, but also dare to scare me with a bomb. I want to peel you off the bones and skin you and then 80 more times, so that I can vent my hatred.

The confidants around her found that their master instantly became more feminine.

At some point, more than twenty men, like tigers and wolves, were already half a moon-shaped, silently blocking Lin Haoxuan's way. He was wearing a gray coat, his hands were stretched straight, obviously there was a guy in his arms, and his eyes were shining with a cold light.

After wiping the statue, Lin Haoxuan slowly folded the tissue.

The young girl had already walked over with the young kimono. The latter was struggling, which could be said to be grinning step by step, making the blood marks on her face look particularly vague, but her eyes were staring at Lin Haoxuan, with a firm and hatred light.

"It's him! Big brother!"

Because the teeth were thrown off, they spoke a little airy, but it did not affect the evidence of hatred by the young kimono. The young girl also gritted her teeth: "Brother, it's this kid. What kind of ghost nation is there to talk to me about? It's just a bad angry young man."

The young man in kimono had a backer, and the pain on his face decreased a little. He took a few steps forward and pointed at Lin Haoxuan's nose and cursed: "Brother, teach me a good lesson. This guy is just a lunatic. He kicked me down from the statue without saying a word!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a smile appearing on Lin Haoxuan's face.

The next second, the young man from kimono felt a huge force coming from his abdomen, and his whole body floated backwards like a kite with a broken string. This time the impact was farther and more powerful than before. He smashed four or five big men in a row before he stopped rolling, and his front teeth were "dead" dropped.

Lin Haoxuan burst into an invincible aura. He stared at the young kimono in a calm state and said coldly: "I hate others to point fingers the matter the most. If you dare to speak rudely again, I don't mind killing you to sacrifice to General Zhang today!"

"Brother!" The leader came up with a gloomy face: "Don't be too arrogant!"

Lin Haoxuan gathered his eyes and swept over his face.

This is a short man in his thirties, his face is covered with scars of all sizes, and his eyes are like a wolf with bloodthirsty phosphorescence.

The leader took a half step forward and shouted in a deep voice: "Friend! Where is the hall?"

Lin Haoxuan carried his hands on his back and said indifferently: "Stop talking nonsense! Just hit me if you want to hit me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two big men rushed over with fists and shouted angrily: "Boy, what do you mean? This is our master! If I don't teach you some lessons, wouldn't it seem that our Qingshou Gang is too incompetent and too weak?"

Qingshou Gang? This kid provoked the Qingshou Gang people.

The people around him who knew the complex background of the Han Dynasty subconsciously took a step back half a step, and at the same time, they reflected three points of sympathy and pity in their eyes. No one would have a good end to provoke the Qingshou Gang, especially after the Tu family was destroyed by Li Denghui, the Qingshou Gang became even more arrogant.

Before they could rush to Lin Haoxuan, Qiao Yongkui came over.

He grabbed the enemy's fist on his left and twisted it sideways. The opponent immediately rolled out like a windmill. At the same time, he raised his knee and pushed the enemy's abdomen on his right and kicked his right foot. The enemy also fell out and was almost unable to get up when he lay on the ground.

Lin Haoxuan's lips curled up slightly, and he snorted disdainfully: "I didn't expect that the Qingshou Gang would still be so vulnerable! I thought I would make progress after destroying the remnants of the Tu family, but who knew that it would be such a useless person. Li Denghui, Li Denghui, I was so disappointed!"

Qiao Yongkui saw that Lin Haoxuan was about to reveal his identity.

For some reason, the leader was a little afraid of Lin Haoxuan, but he was afraid of it from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, in terms of appearance, Qiao Yongkui looks taller and taller, not only has expressionless face, but also has a constant force. In comparison, Lin Haoxuan looks much thin and elegant, and sometimes exudes a weak scholarly aura.
Chapter completed!