Prodigal son never prodigal

Chapter 133

This store is well equipped.

DJ controls the atmosphere better.

"Move the next time, move the next time, dong dong, dong dong dong dong dong…"

The several pause points were captured very well. Yan Qing pretended to operate the phone while holding it, not watching the two little brats chatting, but shaking gently to the rhythm.

He didn't dislike such exciting scenes, but it was too shocking to his nerves and was too different from the Chinese ruan, pipa, and flute that he was familiar with.

And I seem to have captured some idea in my mind, and I am trying my best to capture it.

When he saw that group of people, he actually snickered and deliberately let everyone face it.

I used to plan to stay in the Luzhou area for a long time, so I tried to do as much work as possible myself.

Now that we have to compete, go out, and have a lot of free time, we still need to have a group of guys who can grasp the sense of proportion to temporarily take over.

Amidst the screams, Cai Meng turned around and caught a glimpse of the figure who had come with bad intentions.

He just fell back and kicked lightly.

Much like her most familiar back-and-forth high jump, she jumped to Yan Qing's side in a silky reverse motion from behind the back of the sofa.

Almost all the sweet and cute shapes of the velvet sweatshirt and pullover were lying on Yan Qing's lap, and she was so cute and pretentious: "Oh, I'm so scared..."

Song Siyu, who was also leaning on the concave shape on the other side, was amused. This little girl is really big-hearted. How dare you do this kind of scene where sparks hit the earth?

However, Yan Qing focused all her eyes there, watching several sports students burst into concentration.

Mainly those who have the most combat effectiveness in weightlifting, wrestling, and judo. This is also the profession where Yan Qing is born, and he usually has a lot of training time, so it is most considerate to follow him.

Then other sports students arrived one after another, but they did not join the battle group at will. They were all watching and spreading around.

He calmly separated this group of people from the noisy drinkers and gamers around them.

Needless to say, under the power of unarmed combat, athletes are the essence of human beings.

His physical condition is different from that of ordinary people, and he also possesses superb skills. He has also practiced with three to five people, seven or eight people, how to combine and match them.

It's really a crushing game.

He knocked the opponent down one after another, and even flew up and smashed them together very carefully, mainly for shock.

The silent fighting style is the coolest.

This is basically the main reason why Yan Qing and his people dare to sweep through major nightclubs. In terms of action, perhaps only the military has this kind of collective ability.

Yan Qing, who is strictly controlled by firearms regulations, is very aware of the differences between domestic and foreign countries.

As long as he doesn't use swords or guns, his crushing method that wanders on the edge of the law can make all kinds of criminals miserable.

Unexpectedly, the other party shouted and showed no weakness and continued to rush forward from behind.

Yan Qing stood up immediately, knowing something was fishy.

Song Siyu only paid attention to Mars opposite, seeing that He Shunzhi was very different from ordinary women. Instead of panicking and avoiding such a scene, she put away her phone, frowned and stood up.

The beauty of the lines that she had previously dressed up with a fur jacket and tight jeans was instantly straightened into a heroic look.

Under the sudden glance of the flashing lights, even the occasional look at Yan Qing turned into asking what was going on.

My sister, who has a master's degree, still has a lot of social contacts, and I immediately realized that this girl has a strong sense of the system, and that kind of unhurried arrogance is not even something ordinary civil servants can have.

The family background and identity are a bit obvious.

What Yan Qing is concerned about is the opponent's identity, because this kind of guy who refuses to give up after being overthrown must have someone to rely on.

Sure enough, as seven or eight guys were knocked away and knocked over, the nightclub lights were turned on, and the music was turned down but not turned off.

It seems that it is already clear that Yan Qing and his gang will cause trouble when they come, but as long as nothing serious happens, the performance will be exciting for the whole audience.

The first time, even the boss was beaten to a bloody head. In the end, the police came to clean up, but nothing good was gained.

But then he kept silent and watched this group of people come and go freely, mysteriously catching girls and asking questions, which aroused all kinds of excitement in the audience and attracted all other players and customers in the entire street.

Legend has it that good business has lasted for half a month!

Now I just want to call and ask you why you are not here.

So I cooperated immediately. I may have even rehearsed the lighting and so on. The surroundings are dark, the center is bright and does not shake, and the BGM is turned down but constant.

Nightclub players went from screaming in panic to quickly crowding around to make room for this corner of the dance floor, excited and excited to watch the "gang fight" up close.

There were about ten people on the other side, and they could be said to be strong and strong. Some of them even had tattoos on their arms and so on. There were two people behind them wearing leather suits and high-end baseball uniforms who were still urging: "Come on!"

"Fuck him! MD!"

"Get up, don't be a coward, if you don't accept it, just do it!"

The man in the leather suit also patted the shoulder of the high-end baseball uniform and motioned for him to come too.

Yan Qing clearly noticed that the man hesitated and even touched his lower back before stepping forward.

He immediately put the square box on his waist into his hands vigilantly. In fact, two of the peripheral sports students who were watching his movements quietly took out slingshots.

Not to mention, since Yan Qing started taking young wealthy people to practice shooting, many people in the sports academy were curious to play with modern slingshots. Several talented guys soon appeared and were seconded by the shooting major to practice with Yan Qing.

This kind of thing is very common in sports schools and sports teams. Some people say that half of the shooting team is transferred from other majors.

In the end, no one expected that the man stepped forward and pulled out a golden ID from his lower back!
He quickly raised it and put it away: "Police! You guys are not allowed to move!" The whole scene felt like a basin of cold water had been poured on it.

The nightclub players who were still crowding in from outside actually booed in dissatisfaction.

You just took off your pants, is that all? !
Of course, the several sports students were stunned for a moment and stood still without moving.

Those people were extremely proud, and their baseball uniforms were even more arrogant.

Yan Qing quickly turned her head and looked at He Shunzhi.

Then they both shook their heads slightly.

He Shunzhi expressed that she didn't know him, but Yan Qing signaled that she didn't need to identify herself and came forward.

There's a bit of a tacit understanding.

But the other party didn't give in. He got up from the ground, cursed and pushed him, obviously wanting to retaliate for the previous beating.

"Fight! Aren't you really good at fighting..."

"Who! Whoever threw me just now, can he stand up if you dare!"

This isn't even half of the police style. Just because these people from society have tattoos, they don't even look like plainclothes people.

Even other undercover colleagues would not disclose their identities casually like this.

The leather suit pointed at Cai Meng, who was craning his neck to watch the excitement, and still wanted to run towards her!

Yan Qing spoke: "The police cannot beat people casually, even if they arrest people, there must be a reason..."

Suddenly, the originally quiet scene was filled with cheers and cheers.

Originally, nightclubs had a high anti-control crowd, and those watching the excitement didn’t think it was a big deal.

The booth was one or two steps higher than the dance floor. Yan Qing stood there proudly. The few sports students who had been passively blocking immediately seemed to have a backbone, and those who had been crowding around the periphery quietly gathered around.

Gai Qingyun also followed the camera on his glasses to capture the scene... Oh, he used to pass it on to the liaison officer.

Now that I posted it, I remembered that she was right next to me.

So He Shunzhi looked down at the message that just popped up on his phone with some confusion.

This man must be in his 20s. He looked at a very fashionable and youthful baseball uniform. He turned to look at Yan Qing: "What qualifications do you have to question the police's handling of the case? Who are you!"

Yan Qing took it for granted: "I am their eldest brother..."

No one could hear it anymore, the whole audience was cheering and applauding!
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a character like this who dares to confront the police. Anyway, even if he’s forced to go to jail, I’ll be happy to see him.

Sister Ji actually dared to put her chin on Yan Qing's shoulder in a coquettish way!

The white face is full of the kind of pride that makes people feel itchy.

In exchange for more applause!

In fact, Yan Qing gave her an elbow quietly. I would probably do it as soon as I said it. Why are you here to influence the performance of the movements? Hey, you still have some information.

Cai Meng actually smiled sweetly and did not move.

It was Song Siyu who was behind her who saw the little move. She stood up with satisfaction and reached out to grab Sister Ji's ears and pull her away. She put on her coat and stood beside her like a sister-in-law.

Even though he wasn't leaning on her, the red coat and shawl had a much stronger aura.

The attitude was also expressed clearly.

The whole audience couldn't help but roar. This aura brought out the big brother's temperament so much.

As a result, the smiling Song Siyu saw the dance floor clearly, paused for a moment, and whispered unexpectedly: "That... the one at the end wearing a black leather suit is the second son of Director Qin from the city's urban construction and planning bureau."

This unexpected information gave Yan Qing more confidence.

The real answer is not just a team of police officers handling the case.

He walked into the dance floor with the expected defiance and walked towards the policeman: "It doesn't matter whether you are a policeman or not. Two things. First, why are you arresting my people? Second, why are you beating my people? I can't explain that." I will call the police and let more police officers deliver justice.”

As he spoke, he made a phone call gesture to the side.

Immediately, one of the sports students took out their mobile phones and put them on. Later, these guys went back and boasted about it, saying that at that moment, they felt like they were the boss and were not afraid of life or death.

This is so responsible.

He dared to call the police confidently in front of the police.

Yan Qing is good at blackmail. Even as a bandit, he dared to cheat everywhere. Now he is a spy, and he will never lose even if his cards are revealed, so he can press forward step by step calmly.

Sure enough, I saw that this "policeman" had a guilty look in his eyes, and he wanted to look back at Mr. Qin in the leather suit.

So as Yan Qing got closer, Mr. Qin finally stopped hiding behind and only gave orders: "She is laundering money, she is running points, disrupting the financial order..."

Ouch?

The undercover police officer and his assistant who were tasked with investigating the money laundering and scoring case finally met someone talking about this matter.

After the yellow-haired leader was arrested last time, he was interrogated repeatedly from various angles, but no trace of his previous family could be found. Is there any clue here?

This nest has been beaten for too long, and 10,000+ have been smashed into it.

Finally saw the biting hook.

(End of this chapter)