"Don't be too arrogant. I tell you, my cousin-in-law will be here soon. Haha, you will know when the time comes!" Faced with Kunzi's threat, Mr. Fan was not afraid at all. Instead, his face showed

With a hint of disdain, Kunzi sneered ferociously after listening to Mr. Fan's words: "Haha, it seems Mr. Fan is really not awake, so let me help you sober up."

After the words fell, Kunzi moved the long knife in his hand and gently scratched Mr. Fan's neck. In an instant, he saw a bright red blood spurting out from Mr. Fan's neck. Fortunately, Kunzi scratched it.

The wound was not too deep and would not kill Mr. Fan.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" Mr. Fan screamed one after another and kept wailing. At this moment, all the nearby crew members stopped what they were doing and looked over in fear. They could not have imagined that

, someone dared to do something on the set in broad daylight?

The most important thing is that it is such a grand scene? Hundreds of people fighting with weapons are much more attractive than the plot in the movie.

"Quickly, take a picture of the scene and use it in our movie later." When a director saw this scene, he suddenly became excited. This is a real scene, more real than the fake ones in the movie.

There are so many of them, if they were actually used in a movie, it would be very attractive to the audience.

"Okay, I'll shoot right away." Next to him, after hearing the director's words, the photographer hurriedly turned on the camera and was about to start shooting. However, just before he turned on the camera, there was a "pop" sound.

, the photographer received a big slap in the face.

Bright red fingerprints instantly appeared on the photographer's face.

"You, why are you beating people?" The photographer covered his face with an angry look on his face.

"Delete what you took immediately, give you a minute, or I will smash your camera." Next to him, Agou stood in front of the photographer with a cold face. He was the one who slapped him just now.

After hearing Agou's words, just as the photographer was about to say something, a few boys behind Agou stepped forward and kicked the cameraman to the ground with a bang.

"I don't want to talk nonsense to you. If you don't delete it, I'll help you." As he spoke, Agou picked up the camera and smashed it to the ground with a "pop". Then, Agou stepped forward.

Taking a step forward, he looked at the director who gave the order just now, then raised his right hand and slapped him in the face again.

"From now on, you should keep your eyes open and know what can and cannot be photographed. Otherwise, it won't be a slap next time." After finishing his words, Agou turned and left without saying a few words to the photographer and director.

Then, watching Agou and the boys turn around and leave, the director and photographer looked at each other, silently in a daze.

"Director, are you still filming?" the photographer asked tremblingly, but unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, the director started to curse: "Yes, I'm filming your spicy neighbor, do you want me to be beaten to death by them?"

Their underworld, do you understand the underworld? Is there anything that the underworld can't do? I don't want to die yet!"

Elsewhere, standing in front of Mr. Fan, Kunzi's face was full of ferocity. Blood was still flowing from Mr. Fan's neck, and he was still holding the knife in his hand. However, at this time, he had already stretched out his hand and slapped him.

He slapped Mr. Fan on the face. While doing so, he muttered something in his mouth: "This slap will make you rich."

"This slap will make you happy."

"This slap will make your peach blossoms bloom."

"This slap will keep you coming again and again."

In my ears, Kunzi's voice rang, and from time to time it was accompanied by Mr. Fan's screams. But suddenly, at this moment, a group of policemen came from a distance, holding batons in their hands.

Standing up, there were about forty or fifty of them, and at this time, they were walking in the direction of Mr. Fan.

The police finally came. No matter what time they came, they always came too late. If they had come earlier, Mr. Fan would not have been beaten so badly, and his group of younger brothers would not have been lying on the ground one by one.

The ground was wailing and screaming, and his woman would not let Kunzi slap her to the ground.

But, why are there so many ifs? If you come late, it is the habit of the police. If you come early, some people will not be used to it.

"Stop, what are you doing?!" One of the leading policemen shouted without saying a word as soon as he came over. At the same time, the policemen behind him also rushed over in a swarm, with a vigilant look on their faces.

, the moment he saw the leading policeman, Zhao Xiaohan waved his hand gently, signaling Kunzi to stop what he was doing.

"Cousin-in-law, you, you are finally here." When he saw the leading policeman, Mr. Fan burst into tears all of a sudden. The sadness on his face made Zhao Xiaohan feel sorry for him.

, I just want Kunzi to slap him two more times to make him feel a little more sad.

"What's going on?" The leading policeman looked around, then pointed at Zhao Xiaohan, Kunzi, and Aniu and said sternly: "You, all of you, stand still for me."

Regarding the words of the leading policeman, no one present paid attention to him. As for Zhao Xiaohan, he was still sitting on the chair and smoking lightly, with a calm look on his face. Seeing that no one took him seriously, the leading policeman suddenly became angry.

He immediately ordered the police behind him: "Let me control all these people. I suspect they are gang members. Everyone must be prepared to use force to deal with them if necessary."

As soon as the words fell, the policemen behind him rushed over, trying to subdue the boys. Seeing Zhao Xiaohan still smiling there, how could those boys pay attention to them?

They were in a stalemate, and seeing that the two sides were about to start fighting, Zhao Xiaohan finally dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up gently, and said in a low voice: "Officer, may I ask, where did you see it?

Are we like a gangster?"

"Nonsense, bring so many people here and fight with them, what else is it but a gangster?" Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, the leading policeman immediately became anxious: "Look, aren't they all lying on the ground?

Was he injured by you? Look, how was he beaten? Come quickly, call an ambulance."

"Officer, stop acting." After listening to the words of the leading police officer, Zhao Xiaohan smiled softly: "Mr. Fan is your cousin. You two have already discussed it and are just waiting for me to jump into your trap.

Right? Okay, but your acting skills are a bit too bad. As the saying goes, you are not afraid of God.

Such an opponent is afraid of teammates who are like pigs. Your cousin has already told me everything. I also recorded it just now. Officer, why don't we go to the police station to have a chat? I will show the recording to your chief.
Chapter completed!