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The voice of the Yang monk was too loud and the thief who was locking the car was frightened.

Which bastard scared me? The thief turned his head hateful.

And then he sees the Yang monk, the polar bear, and the shiny bald head, the human dragon, right?

The thief secretly swallowed his saliva.

But he immediately blushed, gave a fierce look, and made a noise to intimidate the monks: “Bald, mind your own business! Otherwise, eat your knife! ”

In his line of work these days, he has to be fierce. If you're mean, people will be scared of you!

But it doesn't always work...

“Master, do you want to know what's wrong?” The Yang monk sank, holding a bowl in his hand and his other hand revealed from the monk's robe.

Then, Yang Monk did a lifting of Mr. Kenmei's arm. The muscles on his right arm burst together, and each muscle burst with blue muscles.

Yang Monk and Kin Dao: “Dear Lord, this is the right arm of a poor monk who has been single for 36 years. If you still know the difference, my husband will let you taste the power of this right arm. ”

He has been single for 36 years with strong holes in his right arm and thighs of thieves in his arms!

Thieves are sure that if they punch each other in the face, they can beat themselves to death.

So he's soft —— yes, if you're mean, people are afraid of you. The thieves were scared when the Yang monks were vicious.

“Remember, next time let me meet you, I won't find a brother to ruin you!” The thief put down his harsh words and was about to stand up and escape.

But at this point, a powerful arm, also perforated, grabbed his collar and raised his entire person halfway through the air.

“Ahhh.” The thief shouted, and he turned around and grabbed him precisely by the owner, Zhou Li!

The Yang monk shouted earlier and shook Zhou Li down - thief? His new electric car, another thief?

Damn it, if I don't beat your mother to the point where she can't even recognize you today, my last name isn't Chow!

Zhou Li ran down the stairs - he held a fire in his heart for two days!

Now, the thief is hitting him at gunpoint.

He had to use his fist to paste the thief's face and let the thief know his anger.

“Boy, is that what you're trying to steal from me?” Zhou Li smiled coldly. He held on to his right fist. It was a terrible fist. If he came towards his face, he could punch the thief in the flesh and flesh, and then go to the hospital with a concussion!

The thief's face suddenly grew pale. At first glance this week, Li was a man of brute force. This punch came down, he felt that he must kneel, maybe he would become a fool for the rest of his life.

“Eat my punch!” Zhou Li punched with hatred!

“Ahhh.” The thief's hands blocked his face, showing weakness.

“Master, slow down! ”

Just as Zhou Li's fist was about to hit the thief's face, suddenly, a strong arm grabbed Zhou Li's fist!

Zhou Li felt only his arm, clamped by steel pliers, unable to move!

His angry gaze turned to the owner of the arm - a monk with a big voice.

“Master?” Zhou Li wondered, why did the master stop him?

“You can't hit him, this one.” The Yangtze monk is plain.

“Why, Master, are you protecting this thief?” Zhou Li growls furiously!

What he's most bored with is this good old Virgin Mary, who feels like shelter for everything. Whether the other party is good or evil, there must be no brain shield. Because of this stupid * forced Virgin Mary good man, there are more and more evil people being sheltered in this society, more and more arrogant!

“No, the poor monk is not trying to shelter the thief.” Yang Monk smiled slightly, "It's just the host, if you keep punching this, this skinny thief will be seriously injured, concussion is inevitable! ”

“So what?!” Zhou Li was angry, all he wanted to do was beat the shit out of him. "

“In that case... the host will pay a great price. According to the law, even if he is a thief, if you injure him and cause serious injury, you still need to be sentenced. If it's serious, it could even take about three years. Thieves, at most, spend only 10 days in detention. With your three years, in exchange for a thief's 10 days in custody, is that a good deal?” Young monks said calmly - that's a very bad word, but he's telling the truth.

Zhouli: "…”

Why does this master know so much about the law?

“What am I supposed to do? Is that how you let this thief go?” Zhou Li bit the tooth canal.

The thief's eyes lit up. This is a poor mountain. There's no doubt about it. Another village of wild flowers!

“The benefactor can take him to the police station!” Young monks clasped their hands together.

Sending thieves to the police station isn't scary. It's just five days and ten days away. It's a vacation!

“But I don't feel comfortable with that.” Zhou Li bit the tooth canal.

“In that case… leave it to the poor monks.” Young monks still hold hands and face a mercy letter: “If I do not enter hell, who will enter it? ”

Then the Yang monk took the thief from Zhou Li's hand.

Zhou Li wondered: “What will the master do with this thief? Is the master going to turn him over? ”

Young monk raised his hand to the thief and then stretched out his single, fat arm for 37 years. Oh, no, 36 years.

“If your heart's resentment cannot be levelled, let the poor monk go to your heart's resentment! In this world, if there is trouble, there are consequences, and 'karma' is not non-reputation, but it is not yet time. This time, the poor monk will come to break the cause and effect!” The master continued with a great deal of righteousness: “If you want to be sent to jail, let the poor monks go in! Isn't that three years in prison? In a blink of an eye. ”

Go ahead, the monk looks merciful.

Chow Li: “What? ”

“...” Thief: “No!” Motherfucker, this monk has a hole in his brain! He's figured out what the monk wants!

But it's late!

The next moment, a terrible fist has been blown to the thief.

The force on that fist is like a brute bull!

Click-click, thief feels his bones broken.

Even the gut may have been injured, no doubt seriously... maybe the one that's dying.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” The thief made a tragic cry, and the whole person was pale and sweaty. How could he have suffered so much?

Thelma's, this punch is so powerful.

It's better to let the owner beat him up, the angry owner beat him up most seriously, but this monk punched him, it's killing him.

Dead, dying.

After beating the thief, the Yang monk identified his injuries.

“Not many, just second degree serious injuries!” Yang Monk nodded satisfactorily, then he took out the phone and dialed 110.

“Ahhhhhh.” The thief's scream was echoed into the background BGM of a Western monk.

The owner Zhou Li, the whole person has been pushed, he feels his brain memory is somewhat insufficient.

“Hello, is it 110? I'm calling the cops. I caught a thief on my side. ”

“Yes, a thief preparing to steal an electric car. Please come and take him away. By the way, there was an accident in the process of catching the thief. ”

“Well, yes, it was too serious. I beat the thief to death. Grade two, maybe worse. According to the law, I could be sentenced to three years! ”

“What? I'm not kidding. It's true! You'll see. I'll show you the pictures of the thieves. Grade 2 seriously injured, still sweating cold in my hand. Send someone over and take me and the thief away. ”

“No kidding, I'm telling the truth. I am a monk, so I also know about injuries. So I can tell he's been seriously injured in the second degree. Really, I'm a monk. My family doesn't talk! Listen, the thief's screaming, ‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ”

“ …… ”

A moment later, Young monks hung up the phone with a grin: "110 seemed to disbelieve me, thought I was harassing the phone, and warned me that if I called again to obstruct their work, I would be fined $200. ”

Zhouli: "…”

“Anyway, help me, help me aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” The thief said, "Why don't you take me to the hospital? He always feels his guts are bleeding and will die after a long delay.

“Really, there's no way.” Young monks lifted up thieves and asked Zhou Li, “Master, where's the nearest police station? ”

Zhou Lizhu pointed in the direction.

“Thank God, then I took the thief to the police station to turn myself in. After all, it is illegal to beat people to serious injuries, even if he is a thief. Please also keep this in mind. Don't be impulsive in the future.” Young monks clapped their hands and carried thieves away.

Zhou Li: "…”

As a result, the Yangtze monks carried thieves and gradually moved away.

“Take me to the hospital first, ah ah ah, it's painful, I'm dying.” The thief on his shoulder made a sound of despair.

“No, the poor monk beat you to death. We have to go to the police station to make a statement.” The Western monks are gentle.

“If you don't, you don't have to take any statements. Just take me to the hospital, anything.” The thief cried, crying particularly sad.

“No, you are guilty of theft and must be detained for ten days.” Young monks are serious.

The thief is utterly desperate, this great monk Santema is such a fool!

To spend 10 days in jail, he has to pay for three years in jail?

How much crap is in this brain?

Thelma's a psychopath, isn't she?

Wait a minute!

Thieves suddenly think of a terrible thing.

Crazy?

Shit, you don't have to be sentenced to kill a psychopath, do you? Thief really freaked out this time.

If he really dies halfway through his injuries, this idiot monk doesn't have to be punished, he's in a psychiatric hospital at most ah ah ah

At high altitude, Song Shuhang's spirit ghost watched things happen quietly.

The ‘light of merit' on the monks has thickened some more...