Ten minutes later, the security guards of Zuixianlou gathered together. Unfortunately, they were one step late. At this time, the hall on the first floor of Zuixianlou had already been smashed into shape by the group of Kunzi's younger brothers. Tables, chairs, stools, and murals hanging on the walls were sprinkled everywhere. The food and wine bottles left on the tables were also filled with the entire hall of Zuixianlou. A special smell of white wine, beer, and red wine mixed with the food.

When he saw this scene, Mr. Wang on the second floor almost fainted from anger. If the boss saw this scene, he would never have to go back to the Zuixian Tower in his life. When the security guards gathered together, Mr. Wang looked at Zhao Xiaohan with a pale face and said, "Catch all these gangsters who are making trouble. If anyone dares to resist, you will beat him to death. I will be responsible for any incident."

Hearing Mr. Wang say such a harsh word, the security guards rushed over with batons like they were injected with chicken blood. Mr. Wang also lowered his head and looked at his watch, frowned and said, "Why are the police officers so unreliable now? It's been a while, why haven't they come here yet?"

"Xiao Li, call and urge again." The last sentence was said to the secretary behind him. When he heard Mr. Wang's words, the secretary hurriedly took out the phone and called the police station to urge him. Looking at Mr. Wang who was busy, Zhao Xiaohan smiled faintly. He gave Mr. Wang a chance to negotiate peacefully. Unfortunately, he did not take his words seriously, so the current scene came into being. If we use one sentence to describe Mr. Wang now, it would be more appropriate to use the four words to give him the fruit of his own.

"Brother Han, they're moving." Seeing the group of security guards rushing over with batons, Kunzi turned his head and whispered to Zhao Xiaohan and reminded him.

"Well, I saw it." Zhao Xiaohan nodded, lowered his head and looked at his watch, frowned and said, "It's been so long, why haven't the police come here yet?"

"Are you waiting for the police? Brother Han?" When he heard Zhao Xiaohan ask about the police, he had not come over yet, Kunzi had a strange look on his face.

"Yes." Zhao Xiaohan nodded again and said, "They have called the police. In theory, the police should have come here at this time."

"Uh, Brother Han, the police are coming soon, should we leave?" Kunzi was still a little afraid of the police, especially today they smashed someone else's restaurant. If the police come, they would be caught in the public security bureau.

"Why should we leave?" Hearing Kunzi's words, Zhao Xiaohan raised his eyebrows and asked, "The police are here, why should we leave? We are legal and good citizens, why should we avoid the police? I am still waiting for the police uncle to come and seek justice for me. How can we leave at this time?"

"Brother Han, we are not legal citizens today, we are bad people today." Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Kunzi scratched his head with a bitter face. He didn't understand Zhao Xiaohan's ideas, smashed someone else's restaurant, and waited for the police uncle to come to uphold justice. What is the rhythm?

"No, we are legal citizens today, not bad people." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and refuted Kunzi, saying, "Go and say hello to brothers. As long as the security guard dares to touch the guy, tell brothers not to be polite. As long as it doesn't cause any life, there is no need to have too much concern."

"Okay." Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Kunzi nodded fiercely, and a hint of excitement flashed across his face. He was originally a little timid, afraid that his group of little brothers would hurt the group of little security guards even more. Now with Zhao Xiaohan's instructions, he no longer has to worry.

At this time, the security guards of Zuixian Tower had surrounded Kunzi's younger brothers, but no one dared to step forward. After all, they were just small security guards with dead wages, and the other party seemed to be a gangster in society. Not to mention the gap in strength, it would be unprofitable to fight with these group of desperate gangsters just for a little bit of dead wages. What's more, the future is long and if they offend this group of people, they might one day get put into a sack and throw it away to feed sharks in the Huangpu River, although they are not sure if there are sharks in the Huangpu River.

Just when a group of people confronted me and no one took action, Kunzi walked over with a red hair and shouted as soon as he came over: "Brothers, Brother Han said, as long as there is no life, you can do whatever you want, don't be polite, just treat it as you are at your own house. Don't spank if you should be slapped in the face, don't spank if you should be slapped in the neck. Brother Han will support us and beat these stupid people to death."

Listening to Kunzi's words, the group of little brothers were stunned at first, and then they all laughed. They all turned their heads and smiled at Zhao Xiaohan, and then rushed towards the group of security guards who had not yet reacted without any concern. Seeing the younger brothers who were alive and reborn as Shura killed the security guards, Kunzi smiled and pretended to be cool to take out a cigarette from his pocket. He shook his hair well, took out a lighter to light it and took a deep breath. For a moment, he felt as eye-catching as a superstar. Although none of the people present could look at him, it did not affect his self-feeling at all.

I have to say that Kunzi is good at inciting the emotions of the younger brothers. Although when Kunzi conveyed Zhao Xiaohan's words, nine out of ten sentences were not Zhao Xiaohan's original words, it did not affect the fighting spirit of the younger brothers at all. Seeing these younger brothers rushing towards the security guards as if they were in a state of no one, Zhao Xiaohan smiled with satisfaction and raised his head to look at Mr. Wang who was frowning on the second floor.

Just as Zhao Xiaohan looked at Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang also looked at Zhao Xiaohan. The two of them looked at each other. Zhao Xiaohan smiled faintly, and Mr. Wang's face became much ugly. Seeing that none of the security guards in the Zuixianlou were opponents of these gangsters, he was also shocked. In his eyes, Zhao Xiaohan was just a gangster on the street at best, but he did not expect that these gangsters could fight so well.

In Mr. Wang's eyes, Zhao Xiaohan was a group of gangsters who were not allowed to go to the table, but for Zhao Xiaohan, it was expected. Before training alone, this group of people was already the foundation of the Su family's underground forces in Yanjing. Not to mention, these people were all elites selected from layers and were tortured by Huo Qingdong and Agou for more than two months with militarized management. If even a group of small security guards could not deal with it, Zhao Xiaohan would have to talk to Agou and Huo Qingdong again.

Ten minutes passed, and the police still had not come. Mr. Wang, who was still calm, began to panic. He looked down at the watch from time to time, and urged the secretary behind him to call the police station. Looking at the restaurant that had been smashed into shape, Mr. Wang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with trembling hands and put it in his mouth. However, he did not light the lighter, and the secretary behind him lit the fire.

He took a sip and looked at the lobby on the first floor. At this time, the security guards had been beaten by the group of gangsters and were defeated step by step. They were either chased and beaten, or they were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, but they refused to get up. Seeing the security guards being chased and beaten, Mr. Wang was silent for a long time and spit out a few words from his mouth: "The mud cannot be supported on the wall."

"Mr. Wang, the police are coming soon. They said that there will be ten minutes left." At this moment, the secretary behind him spoke carefully. When he heard the secretary's words, Mr. Wang became angry: "What? It takes ten minutes? How many ten minutes have passed? Come in ten minutes, we will not need to open the business in the future."

"Mr. Wang, you can calm down and you can't help it. How could you offend these gangsters in society?" Seeing Mr. Wang's furious look, the little secretary behind him was also shocked. Over the years, he had never seen Mr. Wang get such a big temper.

"I offend? How could I offend them?" Hearing the secretary's words, Mr. Wang became even more angry. His already obese face suddenly became distorted: "If it weren't for the bastard Feng Lao Er, how could I offend these desperados?" In his eyes, Zhao Xiaohan and others were already equated with desperados.

"Feng Lao Er? Are you saying that it was Mr. Feng's brother-in-law who caused trouble again?" Hearing the name of Feng Lao Er, a look of contempt flashed across the face of the little secretary behind him. Obviously, he looked down on Feng Lao Er, too, too,

"Who else can get involved with such a group of evil stars besides him? Alas, if he hadn't been because he was Mr. Feng's brother-in-law, I would have handed him over long ago, and I would have been so angry?" When talking about Mr. Feng's second, Mr. Wang was so angry that he was itchy. Obviously, he had been disgusted with Mr. Feng for a long time.

"Mr. Wang, I found that there is a person who looks very familiar. Do you feel it?" As soon as Mr. Wang's voice fell, the voice of the little secretary sounded again.

"Who do you think looks familiar?" After hearing the little secretary's words, a trace of doubt flashed across Mr. Wang's face.

"It's the young man in casual clothes, sitting in the middle, looking like the one he led." As he said that, the little secretary stretched out his hand and pointed to the seat where Zhao Xiaohan was sitting. Listening to the secretary's words, Mr. Wang looked over with the secretary's finger. When he saw Zhao Xiaohan, he frowned and said, "Are you saying he looks familiar?"
Chapter completed!