"Your Majesty, please bow to me!"

Brother Xiaoma and Brother Leopard kowtowed to the mountain, solemnly and sincerely.

Li Moyang crossed his arms in front of his chest, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and had everything under control.

"It seems that the judgment just now is correct." Li Moyang was secretly proud. When he saw Brother Ma's hesitant expression at first, Li Moyang had already thought of this. He was very skilled, and Brother Ma wanted to get him to join the gang, and he even threw his money away.

Out of the great temptation of the hall master.

"Should I do this or not, master of the hall?" Li Moyang had an idea, rubbed his nose and smiled slightly.

"Brother Xiao Ma, this doesn't seem like a place to talk about big things. Let's have a nice chat somewhere else?"

"It's the hall master!"

Brother Xiaoma was extremely happy. If he didn't refuse, it meant there was a chance. The future development of Blood Soul Hall is promising.

Big Chicken Boy, who was covered in injuries, and his younger brother, Monk Zhanger, were confused and were all stunned on the spot. Damn, this is too cheating. It turns out that my group has become Brother Ma's touchstone and pawn. There are still some among the younger brothers.

A few smart people realized Brother Ma's intention. There was no other way. To be a young man, you must have the consciousness to be a gunman.

Outside the Binglanshui Station, Zhao Tiezhu, Brother Zhao and others had different expressions.

Hearing the screams of fighting in the water station, Brother Zhao felt a little sorry for the newly arrived migrant worker Li Moyang. Although he was older, he was still a figure on the street. If he had dared to say it just now, he would probably

The old face should be able to stop Xiaoqiying from beating Li Moyang.

"Oh, it's true that the older you get, the more you get mixed up." Brother Zhao looked at the water station door worriedly, wondering whether to call the police, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't take out his cell phone.

Zhao Tiezhu, however, looked excited, "Special ***, I made you disrespect your elders. I will make you suffer a big loss this time. Please remember better."

The door of the water station suddenly opened, and Li Moyang walked out, followed by Brother Xiaoma and other members of the Xiaoqi Camp. Brother Xiaoma and the gang members had bruises on their noses and faces, but their faces were respectful.

The scene in front of them shocked Brother Zhao and others. Li Moyang didn't have any injuries on his body, but the gang members looked miserable, as if they had been beaten violently.

"I really don't understand. Could it be that the screams just now were caused by these gang members?" Brother Zhao really feels that he is old. The world is changing too fast, and Brother Zhao's brain is a bit out of control.

Brother Xiao Ma saw Zhao Tiezhu in the crowd at a glance. If this guy hadn't asked him to teach Li Moyang a lesson last night, he really wouldn't have been able to find such a skilled leader. However, what people in society hate most is fighting in a nest.

I need to teach this kid a lesson.

When Brother Ma was trying to sell something nice to Li Moyang, Li Moyang had already whispered in Brother Ma's ear: "Don't slap me in the face."

One sentence made Brother Ma fall in admiration. This boy, well, this hall master is really talented and smart. He saw his own thoughts at a glance. It seemed that he was following the right person.

"No, it's him. He actually wants to harm the hall master. Teach him a lesson and don't slap him in the face." Brother Xiao Ma pointed at Zhao Tiezhu and said to the gang, then ran two steps to follow Li Moyang who was walking in front, guiding him.

Follow Li Moyang towards a hotel not far away.

The miserable Zhao Tiezhu was beaten by the crowd again, but this time his face was not injured, and he received many punches and kicks on his body. In the end, he could only squat on the ground with his head in his hands and scream.

"You harmed our hall master, Mad, and I was beaten by the hall master." The gang members slapped him in the mouth and yelled.

Brother Zhao is a man, he heard the flavor in the words, "Is it true, Li Moyang is actually the leader of the Blood Soul Hall? **, I am really old, the world is changing too fast, what on earth is this?

What's going on? Who will tell me?"

…

Brother Leopard is in front, and Brother Xiaoma is walking towards the hotel with Li Moyang. Behind him are seven or eight burly men. Pedestrians on the road are dodging. Damn, the famous Xiaoqi camp in this street is here in the morning. They are mobilized to go shopping.

?

Before I had taken two steps, a group of people gathered in front of me, watching the excitement. A white Foton tractor-trailer was parked on the side of the road, with four large black characters of urban management and law enforcement clearly written on it.

The cry of a child came from the crowd, and a woman shouted: "Let me go, I didn't break the law, why are you cuffing me?"

Brother Xiao Ma sighed, shook his head helplessly, and prepared to take a detour. Li Moyang stepped forward to separate the crowd. In front of him, three men in gray leather uniforms were squeezing a woman's neck. The woman was struggling desperately, and a female uniform was holding a camera to record.

At the scene. There is a tricycle next to it, with a glass frame.

It read on the shelf: vegetable pancakes, four yuan each. There were white foam boxes scattered around, lettuce, and shredded potatoes scattered on the floor. A little girl of three or four years old in a floral shirt, with pigtails upturned, with runny nose and tears.

He cried loudly. The crowd looked angry, but no one said a word.

Li Moyang couldn't help being furious. Is this called law enforcement?

Just as he was about to step forward, Li Moyang suddenly saw a middle-aged man flashing out from the side, with a sullen face, his eyes fixed on the rough urban management officer holding the female vendor's neck, and holding a slender cloth bag in his left hand. Li Moyang took a closer look.

, one end of the cloth bag is a knife handle, no, it is not a dagger, it is a military thorn handle. The cloth bag is clearly a fifth or sixth military thorn.

"No, someone is going to die." Li Moyang rushed forward, put his right arm around the middle-aged man's shoulder, and held down the man's hand that was holding the handle of the military thorn with his left hand.

"Don't be impulsive, brother, everything can be discussed, there is no need to be impulsive!" Li Moyang whispered in the middle-aged man's ear. It seemed that the two were good friends who had not seen each other for many years.

The middle-aged man threw his shoulders violently, trying to get rid of Li Moyang's control, but Li Moyang's arms became tighter and tighter, like an iron vise holding the middle-aged man tightly. The middle-aged man looked at Li Moyang in surprise, he was obviously a

Little brat, why are you so strong?

In just a few seconds, the middle-aged man regained his senses and said, "I listen to you, little brother." He spoke Cantonese-style Mandarin.

Li Moyang nodded, still holding the cloth bag with his hand, staring into the middle-aged man's eyes and said: "I'll keep it for a while for my eldest brother."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a second. Seeing the sincere look in Li Moyang's eyes, he nodded and let go. Li Moyang firmly grasped the bag in his hand and took a step forward: "Harmonious society, civilized law enforcement, please pay attention to your image."

Three big men in gray uniforms have subdued the female vendor and are about to lift the tricycle to the Futian. The female vendor has her arms behind her back and squats on the ground. The wrists are clearly handcuffs. The little girl is holding the female vendor's neck and continues.

Weeping loudly, the female vendor also had tears in her eyes. The middle-aged man stepped forward and hugged the female vendor and the little girl, with half a tear hanging in the corner of his eye.

Hearing someone step forward to stop him, the three big men turned around suddenly and looked at Li Moyang up and down. An unconventional young man dared to step forward. The three men looked at him with disdain and continued to lift the tricycle.

"Confinement is the job of the police. The urban management has overstepped its authority. If the superiors go online, you will be committing kidnapping or illegal confinement!" Li Moyang said unhurriedly.

Watching the crowd, seeing someone speaking out, they became bolder and started talking about it.

"Other cities have law enforcement with flowers, onlookers, and beautiful urban management officers. Can we not be so violent?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. Yesterday, someone came out to throw someone into law enforcement."

"Yes, I thought it was too little. I just dragged the person more than ten kilometers away and threw him into the wilderness. It was very innovative."

Someone who is doing something good takes out his cell phone to take pictures and videos.

"Besides, I'll even handcuff you kid and accuse you of obstructing official business." A man in gray uniform sprayed foam from his mouth and pointed at Li Moyang and shouted, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he looked serious.

Li Moyang burst out laughing. This was still a law enforcement officer. He didn't even know who was responsible for the conviction. Could it be that he was a legendary temporary worker.

Taking out his mobile phone, Li Moyang said calmly: "Take out your mobile phone and post on Weibo and WeChat to let the whole world know that we have a powerful urban management force here!"

"Yes, yes, I also follow Mu Yan, I am her fan, wait for me to @ her!" Dajizai suddenly understood and explained diligently, and the boys of Blood Soul Hall took out their mobile phones to take pictures and post on Weibo, Aite Da v,

The onlookers also raised their mobile phones at the same time, creating a jungle of mobile phones, taking pictures.

"Since the administrative client is a first-time offender and has children to take care of, we will not do this next time. However, the car must be taken away as evidence, so we can have an explanation when we go back!" An old man in gray uniform found a step for himself and said:

Then, with a wink, he opened the handcuffs, started the Futian and ran away in a flash.

The big chicken boy and the little brother were unwilling to be left alone and shouted loudly:

"Lend me three thousand city administrators,

Restore my mighty China;

The sword points to the west of Tianshan Mountain, and the horse treads on the black sea to the north;

The bow of Lake Baikal is stretched, and the snow on Sakhalin Island is appreciated;

Visiting ancient times in Indochina and worshiping ancestors in the ruins of Tokyo;

The Han flag points to the place, look at the dust and run away!

Anyone who dares to offend China will be punished no matter how far away he is!"

The big chicken boy and his younger brothers looked at Li Moyang with respect in their eyes. The big chicken boy also forgot that his teeth had just been knocked out by Li Moyang. He looked in admiration and shouted: "The boss is mighty, the hall leader is mighty!"

Only then did the onlookers realize that the Xiaoqi camp was here. They were all frightened and dispersed in a hurry. Damn it, the underworld and the urban management were involved, and neither of them had any fun.

"Master, you are amazing!" Brother Xiao Ma and Brother Leopard came forward to compliment. Li Moyang nodded and turned towards the middle-aged man.

"Li Moyang!"

"Chen Guoqing!"

The palms of the middle-aged man's hands are rough and covered with calluses, but they are strong and strong.

"Brother Chen, have you been a soldier?"

"Yeah!" Chen Guoqing was very surprised. This Li Moyang has good eyesight. Thinking about Li Moyang's unshakable arm just now, Chen Guoqing had a better impression of Li Moyang.

"Make friends? It seems that my sister-in-law and the child haven't eaten yet, let's have tea together!"

"Okay! But this is me, my brother and sister!" Chen Guoqing responded simply, and Li Moyang appreciated it very much.

"Thank you, boss!" The female vendor, with red and swollen eyes, hugged the little girl who was still sobbing and spoke with a southwestern Shandong accent.

Li Moyang glanced at Chen Guoqing suspiciously and handed the slender cloth bag to Chen Guoqing: "This is used to kill enemies on the battlefield. Don't use it in the wrong place."

"It's just a killing tool!" Chen Guoqing replied, took the bag and put it into his old training uniform trousers. Apparently the trouser pockets had been modified to hold long military spurs.
Chapter completed!