Otherworldly Merchant

“Good to see you!” Li Mazi shouted proudly: “Grandpa is trying to teach this son of a bitch a lesson! ”

Saying, a tennis bag was pulled from behind.

Squeak!

In the talking room, the cars rushed forward and surrounded the watermelon stall in a semi-circular shape.

Bang bang, the doors were open, a group of bad teenagers with gold chains stabbed, the steel pipe with sticks rushed down like evil.

The men, women and children in the tour group were all a little scared and even retreated.

“I'm looking for this dead maniac. Everybody else get out of here!” The guy in the head was just scolded by Li Mazi and thrown a big watermelon black-faced young man. At this time, he is no longer as haunted as he was before, but as arrogant as he is!

As soon as the passengers saw the situation was bad, Da Yilin had already run out of the Nine Skylarks. After a stir, he scattered a clean one, all hiding in the Chinese bus. Even Tall Sheng Ching Flat Ass, disguised as a fat old man, didn't give a shit, and he ran off with the crowd.

The passengers got in the van, but the van blocked them back and forth, and they couldn't drive for a while, let alone rush them. Or they don't want to go at all, they're all squeezing in the window to the side of the road, pulling out their phones, staring into their eyes, waiting for the show.

After the crowd scattered, there were only six of us, big and small, plus the guy selling the melon.

Xia Qin was a little scared. He dragged Li Xiaomeng to death.

In such a scene, Yin Xinyue was a little more than she had seen. She was just a little nervous about holding Van Van.

Li Mazi pulled open the tennis bag, grabbed the handle of the sword with one hand, took the first two steps and asked violently: "Son, what do you want to do? ”

“Dead Asako! Don't say Grandpa won't let you live.” As the head of the guy, he grabbed a steel pipe with a diagonal sharp cut, pointing away at Li Mazi and shouting: “If you knock on your knees three times today and call Grandpa, if I'm wrong, I'll let you go! ”

“Really?” Li Mazi asked.

“Grandpa never lies!” The guy's still arrogant.

Li Mazi let go of her hand in a panic, her knees bent slightly just about to kneel. She snapped like she remembered something. Then she looked up and asked: “Kowtow three heads, then what are you talking about? ”

“Grandpa, I was wrong...”

“Hey!”

The guy just repeated half of it. Li Mazi straightened his waistplate. He answered aloud: "That's a good boy. Come on, knock three heads and go. Grandpa spared you this time. ”

The young man at the watchdog stall burst out laughing, but the black-faced young man couldn't hang on.

His face was shady and he shouted, “You motherfucker! Guys, come on. ”

Li Mazi pulled out Lingyun's sword and drank heavily: “Who? If he doesn't want to die, try it! Grandpa gave him a happy one today. ”

At first glance, Li Mazi refused to let go, and even pulled out a long sword. The gang was a little hairy.

“Fucking motherfucker!” Black-faced young man scolds: “Even if I kill someone, my father can handle it! Anything happens to me, add another 10,000, and do it for me. ”

As his voice dropped, the guys gutted up again, surrounded themselves and revealed the fierce light.

“Asako, today is your happy day. It's not easy to use force. I'll take care of the little fish shrimp.” My faint fingers threw out the cigarette butt and stood up.

This time, the gangsters brushed at me.

My backpack was right around the corner, with a double knife in it, and I didn't even pull it out.

Just now, I suddenly figured out a question.

As the head of the State Secret Service 841, Kao Shengcoln is naturally very proportionate and can't do anything at will. It is never possible to protect me personally with the power of the State, even in disregard of my mission and duties, because of the entrustment of Han Lao Six and my life and death bonds in Syria.

His purpose, surely, was to borrow me for bait to capture the twelve disciples.

Along the way, he secretly sent plainclothes, both to protect our family and to search for traces of suspicious persons.

But now he actually shows himself.

Obviously, he definitely got some special intel, knowing something was going to happen!

If that's the case, why didn't he leave me a hint and hide in the car like that group of tourists?

Also, this looks like an evil fight is about to erupt. Just me and Li Mazi will be fine. But there is also Yin Xinyue Xiaqin. Where Fan and Li Xiaomeng are present, how can Gao Shengcoln not take into account?

No, there must be something wrong here.

Just for a while, I didn't figure out what the problem was!

Now, these lawless little gangsters are about to rush up and commit murder.

Li Mazi learned some skills, was about to show his hands in front of Xia Qin, and this was just another successful proposal, confidence burst. There must be no mercy in getting started.

Although these guys are not good things, they are also not guilty of death. Li Mazi is even more incapable.

If they hurt Li Mazi in a mixed war, or if Li Mazi killed someone by mistake, it is a problem, and Yin Xinyue Fan is there, one can't take care of them, injuring them is even more irreparable!

In the light of the overall considerations, I can only handle this matter.

“Yo, is he real? He's not afraid to die.” The black-faced young man swept me up and down and drank angrily: “Go on! ”

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

“Asako! Protect them.” I yelled and walked up to him with a lightweight charm.

A muscle man with a pickaxe met me face-to-face, and before the pickaxe fell in his hand, I had kicked him out.

Boom, the guy got kicked out by me straight up, flying seven or eight meters across, when he hit the van parked on the side of the road.

The other gangsters, a little shocked, hugged up.

Boom!

Another muffled sound came from behind me.

I turned my head and the guy who sold the melon fell straight behind me.

Did he have a secret trick from someone?

Knock!

Before I woke up the Goddess, there was a blast in the Chinese bus, followed by a broken window, and two people rolled out of the hole, one of whom was Kosheng Cold.

“Stand by!” The black-faced young man yelled, snapped and threw away the steel pipe, probing with his hands and touching two pistols from the back of his waist.

My intangible needle was just about to strike, and I found him turning his back and staring out extremely nervously.

The other little gangsters, at the same time, threw away their sticks, pulled their pistols out of their arms, from their legs, from their armpits, and turned their backs to hold tight and steady in all directions.

And Li Mazi, who was so frightened, Xia Qin, who was overwhelmed, Yin Xinyue, and Li Xiaomeng and Van, who were about to cry, were all protected by them!