A row of black anti-explosion vehicles with special warfare logos were parked at the entrance of Clarion KTV. The sirens of the anti-explosion vehicles were flashing. Rows of anti-explosion special forces members with guns and live ammunition were jumping out of the vehicles, and then quickly lined up to assemble.
Silence, tense and orderly. Only the "bang bang" sound of leather boots hitting the ground was heard.
It's dull, but it gives the human body a heavy feeling.
The leader of the team was a middle-aged man wearing a body armor. He waved his hand and said, "Go in and arrest people!"
"Yes!" a group of men shouted, murderous.
The middle-aged man made a gesture, and the group of riot police officers stamped their leather boots and rushed in quickly towards the gate of Clarion KTV.
As the manager of Clarion KTV, Wang Ming should have stood up immediately and asked what happened.
However, when the group of special police officers with assault rifles and explosion-proof shields in their hands and eyes as cold as ice knives ran out in front of him, he didn't even have the courage to open his mouth.
He was like a piece of trash that had been thrown aside carelessly. When the group of bomb-proof SWAT police rushed in, they didn't even look at him.
"What are these special police officers doing here suddenly?"
"Arrest someone? Arrest who?"
A terrifying thought flashed through his mind, and he was so frightened that his calves felt weak.
He quickly took out his phone and called upstairs, "Brother Bao, run quickly. You've caused a big problem. If you don't run, you may never get out in this life!"
Before Wang Ming finished speaking, he heard noises coming from upstairs. Some people were covering their heads or running out of the venue shirtless. There was already a mess inside.
In the private room on the third floor.
Zhao Qian stood alone at the door, with his back pressed against the door. He was horrified to see Lu Fan standing in the middle of the box covered in blood, surrounded by gangsters rolling on the ground. The machete was thrown on the floor, and three
Out of a gang of more than ten people, there were now only a dozen left who were pointing at Lu Fan with knives. At their feet were their accomplices who had broken arms and legs. No one dared to take a step forward.
monster!
This guy is truly a monster!
Zhao Qian suppressed the fear in his heart, pointed his finger at Lu Fan, and cursed loudly: "Drafting, why are you still standing there? Didn't you see that he was injured? Hack him to death, kill him quickly!"
When people are fearful to the extreme, they become angry.
In Zhao Qian's eyes, Lu Fan was just a loser who had accomplished nothing and was despised by everyone. However, he chose to marry a top goddess like Tang Huanxi. He finally found the opportunity to attend this class reunion, and he was about to destroy Tang Huanxi.
I got it and killed Lu Fan, a loser, but I didn't expect that so many people under Brother Bao would suffer a big loss at Lu Fan's hands.
"Kill him, kill him for me. If anyone cuts off this good-for-nothing's arm, I'll pay you one million! Give it all to me!" Zhao Qian's eyes turned red and he roared angrily.
One million is enough to buy a life!
After these gangsters heard that Zhao Qian was willing to pay one million to chop off this guy's arm, they regained their courage and waved the machete in their hands, trying to rush towards Lu Fan!