Chapter 492 The Fat Man Who Sells Martial Arts

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Zhou Xingxing and Ma Jun tied Xiaozhuang like a pig, with handcuffs on his hands and feet. Zhou Xingxing finally took off his belt and tied Xiaozhuang's hands tightly.

"There's something wrong with you! If you tie his hands and feet to prevent him from escaping, what's the point of stuffing socks into his mouth?"

Ma Jun looked at Zhou Xingxing with a headache. He really didn't want to sit in the same car with Zhou Xingxing.

"Ah? This is what I saw on TV." Zhou Xingxing said pretending to be stupid. Of course, he couldn't openly say that he was retaliating for Xiaozhuang's last escape.

"Uh-huh-!"

Xiaozhuang lay on the footrest of the back seat of the car and struggled a few times. He actually managed to free his hands from the handcuffs. He immediately dug out the smelly socks from his mouth.

"oops!"

Zhou Xingxing's surprised voice could not hide his joy.

The pistol on this guy's waist had no bullets at all, and he was not afraid of Xiaozhuang grabbing the gun.

Sure enough, after Xiaozhuang dug out the smelly socks from his mouth, the next second he reached out to grab the police gun from Zhou Xingxing's waist.

Xiaozhuang had just grasped the police gun at Zhou Xingxing's waist. Before he could rejoice, Zhou Xingxing's series of punches had already crackled and covered Xiaozhuang's face.

"Don't move!" Xiaozhuang sneered.

‘Bang bang bang bang—! ’

Zhou Xingxing's concentrated fists bombarded Xiaozhuang's face. He had wanted to punch him for a long time.

"Ma Jun, let's fuck him together!"

It's not too late for Zhou Xingxing to greet Ma Jun, but it's a pity that Ma Jun doesn't hit anyone who can't fight back.

Xiaozhuang pulled the trigger and found that there was no bullet in the gun. This week Xingxing beat him even harder.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Ah da——!"

Zhou Xingxing is one of the few people who can pose like Bruce Lee in a narrow carriage.

"Cool--!"

Zhou Xingxing beat Xiaozhuang into a pig's head.

The other side.

Li Er spread his hands and smiled very generously at Chen Jiaju: "Don't you want the credit? We took away the killer and left these minions to you."

Chen Jiaju rolled his eyes at Li Er speechlessly. He already knew that Li Xianying was responsible for this case, and it was better to discuss it with Li Xianying than to communicate with Li Er, a penny pincher.

"Sir Chen, sixteen gangsters died."

Wu Feifei's report made Chen Jiaju's eyes widen.

"Li Er, are your men here to fight?" Chen Jiaju jumped to look at Li Er.

If so many people died in one case, it would definitely attract the attention of the police department and the media. Now Chen Jiaju didn't even dare to take more credit if he wanted to.

Li Er turned around to look for Miao Zhishun.

Miao Zhishun cleverly ran away with Zhou Xingxing and Ma Jun.

"They all had guns and they had more firepower than we did."

Li Xianying explained.

Chen Jiaju nodded.

It was none of his business how many of these bastard social scum died. Chen Jiaju just doubted who Li Er's men were. There were only a few of them, but it seemed like an army had arrived.

"Go to the street. The reporters are here. I'll retreat first. You guys can handle it here."

Li Er saw a few guys carrying cameras rushing over from a distance and quickly retreated. The news media in Hong Kong Island have a very good sense of smell. Wherever there is trouble, they will be there.

"Hey——! Sir Li!"

Le Huizhen hurriedly asked the photographer next to her to take a picture of Li Er.

Li Er gave Le Huizhen a middle finger and drove away.

"Miss Le, he seemed to be giving you his middle finger just now."

Although Le Huizhen's photographer did not dare to scold Li Er in person, this did not prevent him from slandering Li Lao Er secretly.

"So what, he just showed his fingers and didn't dare to do it."

"..."

Le Huizhen's words made her photographer angry.

Although they failed to catch Li Er, luckily they were the first to arrive at the scene, and Le Huizhen quickly interviewed Chen Jiaju.

Le Huizhen knew Chen Jiaju. She knew that this big-nosed man loved to be in the limelight. Today's on-site interview would definitely go smoothly.

"Sir Chen, what kind of big case is this? I just met Sir Li. He asked me to do all the interviews with you."

Le Huizhen is really scheming. With one easy move, she made Chen Jiaju mistakenly think that she was really arranged by Li Laoer.

There are so many lovers named Li Lao Er, and the female reporter in front of him is indeed more beautiful, and Chen Jiaju has indeed seen Le Huizhen and Li Er appear together several times.

Chen Jiaju very roughly defined that Le Huizhen and Li Laoer had an affair.

Since the person was arranged by Li Er, Chen Jiaju did not stop Le Huizhen. He actually asked Le Huizhen's photographer to run within the police isolation line and capture the most important scene.

Le Huizhen looked at the gangster's body lying on the ground in shock. This must have been done by Li Er.

Li Er, who was driving, rubbed his nose. Sometimes Sir Li is really innocent.

...

A dilapidated wooden warehouse.

"Have you brought the goods?"

Two middle-aged men who spoke Mandarin looked at a fat man opposite.

"It's not nonsense. Why should I come here if there's no goods?"

Partridge opened a big bag he brought with a look of displeasure.

"Point thirty-eight, it's exactly the same as the ones used outside. It's short and sharp, easy to carry, and costs seven hundred yuan each." Partridge took out a pistol from the bag and shook it.

"The 54th Big Black Star, one thousand and two guns, buy two and get two magazines free."

As he spoke, Partridge took out another pistol. This fat man was indeed not destined to do justice.

After Li Er challenged the Elite Sports Center and defeated the master of karate, the business of the Elite Sports Center plummeted, and Partridge was unlucky to be unemployed again.

"Damn you, fat man, are they all short guns? Are there any long ones?" The person who spoke was a guy with a deer head and a mouse-like head.

"Yes! I have everything here."

Partridge was immediately happy, it seemed like big business.

"MP5 submachine gun, this is what the Flying Tigers use. If you go out on the streets with this thing, make sure those ordinary cops turn around and run away when they see it."

Partridge patted his fat chest and promoted it very hard.

This guy is actually very serious and diligent in his work, but he doesn't seem to have much luck.

"Is it really possible to scare people?"

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Partridge shot into the air, the muzzle of the gun flashed with red light, and bullet casings fell to the ground.

"It has sounds, fire, and bullet holes. It's exactly the same as the real thing. It only sells for 2,500. What else do you want?"

This fat guy is actually selling fake guns, but that's normal. Even with his ability, he can't get a real submachine gun.

"Okay! We all want these guns."

The two men who bought the gun were overjoyed.

Partridge is also very happy. He bought this batch of imitation guns and has not sold any of them.

"Thank you then. Since you are so forthcoming, I'll give you a 20% discount, 80,000."

"Okay!" the two gun-buying men said, reaching for the bag of partridge vegetables.

"Wait, where's the money?" Partridge quickly stopped the other party.

"When we get the money, we will give it to you."

"Are you kidding me?" Partridge immediately put the bag in his hands.

"If you don't have money, you should imitate others' robbery. Go buy two watermelon knives and practice your skills first!" Partridge Cai was very disappointed. It seemed that he couldn't make a dime again today.

"Damn fat man, do you look down on us?"

Partridge nodded honestly.

"If you give me money, I'll look up to you."

"court death!"

The two men who bought guns punched the partridge. It was obvious that they planned to snatch the partridge directly.

"Oops! Do you know what I sold before selling guns?" Partridge Cai said with a bared smile.

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