Half an hour later, at the door of the set, Kunzi, Aniu, and Agou stood side by side. Behind them, rows of black people stood there in an orderly manner, with about one hundred people. Just standing there without saying a word, brought people a sense of psychological oppression.

The underworld, this is the first feeling of this group of people around.

Suddenly, a young man walked over from a distance, wearing a gray sportswear, long broken hair, looking pretty, wearing a black sunglasses, and was walking towards the group of people. When people thought someone would come forward and stop the young man, unexpectedly, a scene that stunned everyone suddenly happened.

"Brother Han!"

"Brother Han!"

With a "wow", as the young man walked up to him, more than a hundred people lowered their heads at the same time, bent down gently, and respectfully shouted "Brother Han" to the young man. This sentence "Brother Han" was deafening, with a radius of dozens of meters, and no one could hear this sentence.

Of course, the person who came was not someone else. It was Zhao Xiaohan who had just arrived from the hospital. When he saw the people, Zhao Xiaohan nodded gently and said, "Yes. Are you all here?"

"It's all here, Brother Han." Agou nodded slightly.

This time, it was the first time that Zhao Xiaohan called out the three of them at the same time. It was also the first time that Zhao Xiaohan called out to the three of them to act together. When the three of them heard Zhao Xiaohan's order, their first feeling was that something big was going to happen, and this incident was enough to sensation Yanjing.

It’s very simple. Even when facing Jinlong Villa, Zhao Xiaohan never brought the three of them together. This time, what kind of storm should he face?

Just thinking about it will give people a feeling of passion!

"Let's go." Zhao Xiaohan's words were simple and clear. When the sound fell, he took a step and walked towards the scene. As for the old man responsible for collecting tickets at the door, when he saw more than 100 people walking into the scene in a fierce manner, he had no idea of ​​collecting tickets for a few of them. His only idea was that there was a hiding place nearby. He hid it quickly so that he would not hurt him if his sword was blind later.

They walked in front, followed by a white van, with only one driver in the car, and there was no one else, but some people might be curious why a van followed behind them. It was very simple. The car was full of machetes, hijabs, steel pipes, iron rods, etc., and even a black 54 pistol. If Zhao Xiaohan didn't want to do it too much, he would probably not even be missing a submachine gun.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that the young man looked young and turned out to be a gangster boss?"

"It doesn't look like it? Look at him so young, he doesn't look like a gangster, he's clearly a college student."

"Nonsense, have you ever seen a gangster who saw a college student bowing his head and calling me?"

"Oh, I don't learn well at a young age, so I can't learn anything, learn to be a gangster."

"But I think he is so handsome. More than a hundred people saw him bowing their heads and calling me, "It's so handsome. If I had half of him, would I still need the Five Finger Girl to accompany me at night?"

"Do you use the five-finger girl to solve it every day?"

"Yes, what are you using?"

"I use an inflatable doll!"

“…”

The moment Zhao Xiaohan and his group of people disappeared at the door of the set, people's discussions sounded behind him. Of course, some people had already taken out their cell phones and silently called the police station: "Hey, is the Public Security Bureau? I was on the set near Yanjing University, and I just saw a group of people from the underworld entering the set. Do they charge protection fees?"

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On the set, as soon as he walked in, Zhao Xiaohan came to the place where Feng Dagang had filmed before. Behind him, more than 100 people followed him in a mighty manner. No matter where he went, it would attract the attention of a group of people. Some sets had even stopped shooting in their hands, just watching the more than 100 people who were aggressive. Of course, some martial artists on the set stood up immediately and looked at whether the visitors were here to collect protection fees.

Generally speaking, every filming venue will have someone who is specifically responsible for communicating with local underworlds, gangs, etc., and the studio will take out part of the investment to them as salary. Their task is to ensure that the filming process will not be threatened and intimidated by the underworld and spend money to eliminate disasters.

A few minutes later, when Zhao Xiaohan stopped in front of a set, he saw Mr. Fan sitting in a chair in the distance, holding a nail clipper in his hand and cutting his fingernails. It was obvious that the bruises on Mr. Fan’s face disappeared a lot, and he looked a lot more energetic. Behind him, at least forty or fifty people in black suits stood, and it was obvious that this time, Mr. Fan came after he was ready.

This time, the woman who escaped last time was still standing beside him. However, this time the woman did not dare to sit in Mr. Fan's arms. Instead, she kept a distance from Mr. Fan with a cautious look on her face, staring carefully at Zhao Xiaohan and his group of people coming from a distance.

"Mr. Fan, Mr. Fan, they are here!" The woman spoke softly. When she heard the woman's words, Mr. Fan raised her head gently. When she saw more than a hundred people following Zhao Xiaohan, Mr. Fan's face was not very surprised, but instead showed a faint disdain.

"What are you afraid of? So what if they have too many people? I'm afraid that there are fewer people and that there are too many people coming, so you can catch them all in one go!" Mr. Fan sneered, raised his head, looked at Zhao Xiaohan getting closer and closer, and smiled slightly, and said softly: "Hehe, Zhao Xiaohan, I thought you didn't dare to come, but I didn't expect that you were really brave."

"Why don't you dare?" Zhao Xiaohan chuckled, stepped forward, pulled a chair casually, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, Kunzi behind him quickly stepped forward and took out a lighter to light it for him, and took a sip. Zhao Xiaohan smiled faintly, raised his head to look at Mr. Fan and said, "Food bucket, it seems that the lesson I taught you last time was not enough. Do you think that if you brought more than fifty people here this time, you can ensure your safety?"
Chapter completed!