Almighty in the city

Under the gaze of everyone in the police station, a middle-aged man dressed in a robes, who looked like a celestial man, and a man of extraordinary style, stepped on a weird step and "floated" in. The police station walked straight towards this mediation room.

"Uncle Zhao!" In the mediation room, the five young disciples of the Qingcheng faction suddenly showed joy and shouted directly at the person who came, "Uncle Zhao is the master of us!"

Tang Guo's face changed slightly, she turned to look at the girl with freckles on her face, and asked, "Who is this guy?"

The girl of the Wushan faction obviously recognized the person, with a look of fear on her face, and said with a trembling: "It is the elder of the Qingcheng faction in the'sword' generation, named Zhao Jianbin. This person is also the name of the Qingcheng faction. He was the deputy general manager of that real estate company, and he served as the director of the'Bashu Guoshu Association' all the year round. Sister Tang, he is very skilled, and even my master and a few uncles can work together to make a balance with him. ,we--"

"What are you afraid of?" Tang Guo interrupted her, "This is the police station, so I don't dare to do it here directly if he is bold enough!"

The freckled girl was obviously terrified of Zhao Jianbin. At this moment, her whole body had already been hiding behind Tang Guo, shivering.

Faced with the powerful aura that rushed toward him, Tang Guo was not afraid of it. He just snorted and resolved the pressure from Zhao Jianbin's voice into invisible.

"Huh?" Zhao Jianbin, who was striding towards this mediation room, felt the influence between the auras of the two sides, and his eyes suddenly narrowed. "Such a young'Master of National Martial Arts'? No wonder he has the confidence to rush to my Qingcheng to send him to the wild. !"

As he spoke, he had stepped into the door of the mediation room: "They are all from the'National Art World', then follow the rules of the'National Art World' -"

He squinted at the old superintendent and the policeman in the room, took out a certificate from the jacket pocket in the robes, and said brightly: "This matter, from now on, will be determined by our'Bashu National Art Association'. If you take over, the procedure will be transferred to your police station. Now, please go out first."

The old superintendent and the young policeman, looking at the documents of the "Bashiu Guoshu Association Standing Council" presented by Zhao Jianbin, looked at each other for a while, and some did not know what to do.

At this moment, the old superintendent's cell phone rang.

After he connected, he only heard two sentences, and he immediately stood at attention, and after answering "Yes", he waved to the young film policeman: "Let's go, it is indeed the formalities."

The young film police suddenly glanced at Tang Guo and the shivering girl hiding behind her, with an expression of unbearable and angry expression on his face, and he wanted to speak with his neck.

As a result, before he could say his words, he was suddenly caught by Zhao Jianbin's eyes. For an instant, he felt dizzy and staggered. If it weren't for the old superintendent's eyesight, he would quickly help him. He was about to fall straight back into a pile of chairs.

"The dignified'Master of National Martial Arts' used the'eye knife' to plot against an ordinary person." Tang Guo sneered and looked at Zhao Jianbin, "There is really no shame at all. There will be no psychological burden!"

Zhao Jianbin snorted coldly, and his eyes fell on her: "This matter, the'Bashu Guoshu Association' has officially taken over-will you go to the association with me to deal with it, or will I take you there?"

"Haha, the people of the Qingcheng faction are so majestic!" Suddenly, another voice was passed in clearly from outside the police station, "You are allowed to bully others, and you are not allowed to reason? "

Zhao Jianbin turned around abruptly, frowned, looked at the gate of the police station coldly, and coldly popped out three words: "Tang, Jian, Yue."

"It's someone from Tang." Outside the police station, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked in. Just looking at the Rolex gold watch on his wrist, he knew that this middle-aged man named "Tang Jianyue" A man is definitely a standard "successful person".

This kind of standard elite dress is in contrast with Zhao Jianbin, who is dressed in a robes in the mediation room.

However, no one would have imagined that these two men with completely different costumes and completely different temperaments belonged to the "Bashu Guoshu Association", the most special "business unit" in China.

"Brother Zhao is so brave, he didn't even change his clothes, so he ran to the police station to'use the big to bully the small'." Tang Jianyue had a smile on his face, but his tone was so cold that it could freeze. "Moreover, It’s the people of my Tang family who are deceiving--hehe, it's probably because Qingcheng Mountain has developed so well over the years that even the people of our Tang family can ignore it.

As he spoke, he strode into this mediation room, his eyes lightly swept over the others, and finally stayed on Tang Guo: "Hehe, you are the old lady who asked us to take care of you. Tang Guo, it is indeed much more pleasing to the eye than your bastard dad-don't worry, in the realm of Bashu, I said no one can move you, then absolutely no one can move you."

He said this last sentence directly looking at Zhao Jianbin.

Zhao Jianbin's face was pale, and the hands covered by the long sleeves of the Taoist robe were already tightly squeezed into iron fists: "You can't move. I don't count if I say it. Brother Tang doesn't count if you say it. Everything must be done according to the rules. !"

"Really, what are the rules? Where are the rules?" Another voice rang out in the quiet police station, "I really want to see and see, whose rules are better than the laws of the country."

Everyone followed the sound subconsciously, only to see the director of the police station. At this moment, it was as if he had scuds. He rushed down from the office on the second floor like a gust of wind, toward the person who was walking in at the door. Upon welcoming him, even Tang Sect's ghostly steps would not be able to catch up with his current big belly body.

"Secretary Li, you can just call for anything. How can you condescend to come to my little temple?"