The best ambiguous master

"Don't be too rampant. Let me tell you, my cousin-in-law will be here soon. Hehe, you'll know when the time comes!" Facing Kunzi's threat, Mr. Fan was not afraid at all, and instead showed a smile on his face. With a touch of disdain, Kunzi sneered ferociously after hearing Mr. Fan's words: "Hehe, it seems that Mr. Fan is really not sober, so let me help you sober up."

As soon as the words fell, Kunzi moved the long knife in his hand, and gently slashed on Mr. Fan's neck. In an instant, he saw a bright red blood gushing out from Mr. Fan's neck. The wound wasn't too deep, so it wouldn't kill Mr. Fan.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" Mr. Fan screamed one after another, and the wailing continued. At this moment, all the crews in the vicinity stopped what they were doing, and looked over in horror. They couldn't think of it. , How dare someone dare to do something on the set in broad daylight?

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

"Hurry up, take a picture of the scene and use it in our movie in the future." A director became excited when he saw this scene. This is a real scene, which is more real than the fake ones in the movie If it is really used in a movie, it will be too attractive to the audience.

"Okay, I'll shoot right away." After hearing the director's words, the photographer next to him hurriedly turned on the camera and was about to start shooting. However, just before his camera was turned on, there was a "snap" , the photographer received a big slap in the face.

The bright red five finger prints instantly appeared on the photographer's face.

"You, why are you beating someone?" The photographer covered his face with an angry expression.

"Delete what you captured immediately, and I'll give you 1 minute, or I'll smash your camera." Beside 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, the photographer just wanted to say something, but the younger brothers behind Agou stepped forward and kicked the cameraman to the ground with a "Kang Dang".

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you. If you don't delete it, I will help you." While speaking, Ah Gou picked up the camera and smashed it on the ground without saying a word. Immediately afterwards, Ah Gou 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 across the face again with a "slap".

"In the future, put your eyes on the bright spots, what can be photographed and what cannot be photographed, and you have a good idea, otherwise, next time it will not be a slap." After the voice fell, Ah Gou turned around and left without saying a few words to the photographer and director. Looking at the figures of Agou and those younger brothers who turned around and left, the director and the cameraman met each other's eyes, silently in a daze.

"Director, still, are you still filming?" the cameraman tremblingly asked, but unexpectedly, just as he spoke, the director cursed: "Shoot, shoot your spicy neighbor, shoot, you want me to be beaten to death by them? They are the underworld, do you understand the underworld? What can’t be done by the underworld? I don’t want to die yet!”

In another place, standing in front of Mr. Fan, Kunzi's face was full of ferocity. The 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. It slapped Mr. Fan on the face, and while slapping, he muttered something: "This slap slaps you, making you rich and prosperous."

"This slap hits you like a spring."

"This slap hits your peach blossoms."

"This slap hits you again and again."

In the ear, Kunzi's voice rang, accompanied by Mr. Fan's scream from time to time, but, suddenly, at this moment, a group of policemen came from a distance, mighty, armed with batons, watching When I got up, there were about forty or fifty of them, and at this moment, they were walking towards Mr. Fan.

The police finally came. No matter what time of day, 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 in bed one by one. The ground was wailing and screaming, and his woman would not let Kunzi slap her on the ground.

It's just, how could there be so many ifs? It's the police's habit to come late, and some people won't be used to it if they come early.

"Stop, what are you doing?!" Among them, one of the leading policemen yelled without saying anything as soon as he came over. , the moment he saw the leading policeman, Zhao Xiaohan waved his hand lightly, motioning for Kunzi to stop what he was doing.

"Cousin-in-law, you, you're finally here." When he saw the leading policeman, Mr. Fan burst into tears and burst into tears. The sadness on his face made Zhao Xiaohan feel sorry for him. , I just want Kunzi to slap him twice again, to make him feel even more sad.

"What's going on?" The leading policeman looked around, then pointed at Zhao Xiaohan, Kunzi, and A Niu and said sharply, "You, all of you, stand up for me."

Regarding the words of the leading policeman, no one at the scene paid attention to him. As for Zhao Xiaohan, he was still sitting on a chair and smoking lightly, with a calm expression on his face. Seeing that no one took him seriously, the leading policeman immediately became angry. Now, he immediately ordered the police behind him: "Let me control all these people. I suspect that they belong to the underworld. Everyone must be prepared to use force to solve it directly if necessary."

As soon as the voice fell, the policemen behind rushed over, wanting to subdue those younger brothers, seeing Zhao Xiaohan still smiling there, how could those younger brothers pay attention to them, and they immediately talked with the police They were in a stalemate, and seeing that the two sides were about to fight, Zhao Xiaohan finally dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up gently, and said softly: "Officer, may I ask, where did you see that?" Are we like the underworld?"

"Nonsense, bringing so many people here and fighting with them, isn't it the underworld?" Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, the leading policeman became anxious all of a sudden: "Take a look, aren't all the people lying on the ground here?" Was he injured by you? Look, and him, how was he beaten? Come, call an ambulance."

"Officer, stop acting." Hearing what the lead policeman said, Zhao Xiaohan smiled softly: "Fan is always your cousin, you two have already discussed it, just wait for me to jump into your trap Right? Okay, it’s just that your acting skills are a bit too bad. As the saying goes, you are not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs. Your cousin has already told me everything, and I have already recorded it just now. Police officer, why don't we go to the police station to have a chat? I'll show the recording to your chief, I wonder if he will think that you are in collusion with the underworld?"