Master, do you believe in love?Spit out two hundred on the car!

Chapter 283 The mop is stained with shit, Lu Bu is still alive!

"Eh?"

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, and Zhang San on the side also walked over.

He looked at Lu Chen with a troubled face and said, "Brother, it seems possible that they learned it from you..."

"Have you forgotten that you used this method to defeat Second Uncle Chen Yi?"

Zhang San whispered in Lu Chen's ear.

Lu Chen seemed to remember something at this moment.

The photographer looked at Zhao Cheng with a strange look on his face, scratched his head and said:

"But I did have the strength to win in the end..."

In the end, he redeemed his chess skills from the system and won openly.

If Zhao Cheng couldn't give the chess stall owner a reasonable explanation, he might not be able to escape.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng's wailing came from the phone.

"Xiao Zhao, run!"

Hearing this, the photographer looked at Lu Chen hurriedly.

"Brother! Please save Brother Zhao quickly!"

Lu Chen looked at the phone in front of him with a troubled expression.

"But I'm leaving, what will you do?"

The photographer glanced at the tattooed men in front of him, and his face suddenly darkened.

"Then brother, you should stay here to protect me!"

Lu Chen: "..."

The viewers in the live broadcast room were immediately amused when they heard what the photographer said.

[(laughing and crying) Hahaha! This photographer Zhao Cheng is quite talented! 】

[(face covering) No, Xiao Zhao, is the bond between you and Zhao Cheng so worthless? 】

[This is no problem. After all, the camera he is carrying is more expensive. If there was no camera, I believe he would not save Zhao Cheng! 】

[You two mainly focus on hurting each other, right? 】

[To be honest, if Zhao Cheng engages in these crooked ways, he should be able to make money, right? And you don’t have to be beaten so badly! 】

【…】

Listening to the wailing sound coming from the phone, the photographer's face was filled with guilt.

"What should I do, brother! When I heard Brother Zhao's screams, I felt a little distressed. If only I had the ability to save him!"

Lu Chen also nodded: "Me too!"

With that said, Lu Chen took out two earplugs from his pocket and handed them to the photographer in front of him.

"If you wear this, you won't hear his screams!"

The photographer looked at the earplugs in Lu Chen's hand and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"..."

At this time, Zhang San also looked at Lu Chen with a strange expression.

"Stop playing, brother, we are already surrounded!"

The tattooed men around them had already surrounded Lu Chen and the others.

One of the tattooed men spoke.

"Brother, these two people are using AI to cheat and play chess. We have the right to blame and the owner of the debt. If you hand them over to us, we will definitely not make it difficult for you!"

Lu Chen shook his head.

"How long have you been deceiving people with this mess, aren't you allowed to let others deceive you too?"

He naturally hated this kind of endgame deception.

Basically, there are only a few ways to solve the situation.

Chess stall owners rely on this to make money. Let alone ordinary people, even if serious chess masters come, they may not be able to solve the game.

If there is a newbie coming, the chess stall owners will deliberately let the newcomers know how to solve the game.

Give the other side the illusion of winning every time to make them come to the fore.

Although Zhao Cheng and the others also asked for it, these people are not good people at the moment.

Seeing Lu Chen blocking the photographer's side, the leading tattooed man became less polite.

"In that case, let's treat you as a team!" The leading man winked, and the few men behind him immediately rushed towards Lu Chen.

Unfortunately, let alone ordinary gangsters, even well-trained special forces soldiers may not be able to take advantage of Lu Chen in close combat.

The result was obvious. In just half a minute, the big men around him were knocked to the ground by Lu Chen.

On the phone, Zhao Cheng's wailing became even more painful.

The heart-rending cry made everyone frown.

The photographer was holding his mobile phone with a look of impatience on his face.

"Brother Lu! Please help my brother! Isn't it just a few hundred yuan? They are about to kill him!"

Lu Chen just wanted to rush towards the public toilet, but Zhao Cheng's wailing on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped.

It was replaced by an extremely unfamiliar voice.

"Brother! Run! This guy is crazy!"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, the three people present were stunned.

They all looked towards the public toilet not far away.

I saw a man with a brown body and a foul smell, holding a broken mop in his hand, and the mop was stained with some unspeakable things.

One person chased seven or eight people, and forcefully used an enchanted mop to dance like Fang Tian's painted halberd.

The three people in front of them looked shocked.

"Good guy! Is this the legendary mop with shit on it like Lu Bu was alive???"

"MacArthur once said that if the battlefield was in a toilet, even if he was given an army of one million people, he would not be able to defeat Zhao Cheng!"

The photographer looked anxiously at the two people making sarcastic remarks.

"No! What are you talking about? Go help him quickly!"

They both shook their heads.

"No, in his state, he can't tell the difference between friend and foe. I'm afraid we were also possessed in the past!"

"That's right! Does he still need help? He ran away chasing a group of people by himself!"

Zhao Cheng looked like a madman at the moment, looking at the big men running around and roaring loudly.

"Come on! Weren't you awesome just now?"

"Come here and hit me!"

It attracted the attention of the surrounding tourists.

At this time, the adults and aunts who had just come out of the panda house also saw this scene and stopped to marvel.

"I'll go! Are young people today so playful? Why are they all playing with daddy?"

"I heard that today's life is very stressful and young people are not mentally healthy. Going crazy is common!"

"Hey! Why does that young man look so familiar? Is this the young man you brought, Xiao Luo?"

Luo Xiaoxi, who was stopped by the elders, took a closer look and her face suddenly became strange.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng also saw the old men in front of him who kept taking pictures of him.

The mop he was holding suddenly stopped in mid-air, and he looked at the driver in the crowd with an extremely panicked expression.

"This is me."

I didn’t know how to explain it for a while.

Before Zhao Cheng could think of how to explain, he was immediately trapped in a net bag by the security guards around him.

"Quick! Wash off his enchantment!"

Several security guards carried fire-fighting water guns and sprayed them on Zhao Cheng.

At this time, a small card fell out of Zhao Cheng's pocket.

It happened to be picked up by a security guard wearing disinfectant gloves. The security guard looked at it intently, his pupils shrunken.

"Jiangnan Third Mental Hospital???"

He hurriedly handed the card he picked up to the captain in front of him.

"Captain! Stop spraying, this man ran away from a mental hospital!"

(End of this chapter)