Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2092 Why?
Not long after Jiang Zhiqing left the hotel, seven or eight hooligans, surrounded by a man in a suit, came to the hotel.

The man in the suit showed the pass from the patrol room in the French Concession, and asked the front desk: "Which room are the three guests staying in?"

On the third floor of the hotel, Fu Yuejun and Tang Wan were squatting in the bathroom, adjusting the hot and cold water faucets, and were going to give Xiao Mutang a bath first.

When the doorbell rang suddenly, Fu Yuejun thought it was the floor attendant who came to clean it. When he went to open the door and looked, his complexion immediately turned bad.

The group of people I met in the small noodle shop all rushed in, and the leader was a man in a suit and top hat, but he had a strange face.

The man in the suit took off his hat, stroked his shiny hair with his hands, and sized up the people in the room. His gaze was like a dog's. After his eyes locked on Fu Yuejun, he took out his pass and flashed it: "It's from the patrol room."

Fu Yuejun squinted at the man in the suit: "What's wrong with the patrol room? I haven't broken any law?"

The man in the suit sneered: "Wearing a weapon in the concession is a crime. Hand over the guy and follow me to the police station."

When they confronted this group of people before, they showed their pistols, so this time, the patrol room really came to the door.

Fu Yuejun still sat there steadily, without frowning, with a lazy posture and a calm expression, and lightly threw out three words: "Why?"

"That's it!" The man in the suit was furious, and he lifted his clothes to pull out the pistol pinned to his waist.

But Fu Yuejun's movements were faster than theirs, and everyone saw that the girl was already holding two guns.

Pointing a gun at the forehead of the man in the suit, and pointing the gun at the ruffians, Fu Yuejun said with a smile: "Shoot, if you shoot first, I can kill you first!"

The hand of the man in the suit holding the gun was trembling. He has been in the police station for five or six years, and he has gone through a lot of troubles, but he has never seen such an unruly person. Down the steps, the words are also so aggressive.

Although my gun is not a vegetarian, it is not loaded at all. Looking at the opponent's sword-stretching appearance, it doesn't look like it is pretending. If I really want to fight, I will definitely die first.

Fu Yuejun squinted his eyes, looked at the man in the suit, and was amused: "Are you here to do acrobatics? Are you here to scare someone before the bullet is loaded? You think your aunt is a woman, so you look down on her?"

The man in the suit: "..."

Logan: "..."

Jin Tingxiao: "..."

Guessing that this group of people wanted to frighten them, it was obvious that they were not important characters in the patrol room. If they were ordinary people, they would naturally be scared to death.

It's a pity that they met Fu Yuejun.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and suddenly there was a lazy complaint from the door: "What's the trouble? This is it?"

"..."

Fu Yuejun was inexplicably agitated, the accent was from an authentic Beijing movie.

It's a fellow.

The man in the suit also found the steps, turned to the door and shouted angrily: "Who is it!"

Everyone in the gang stepped aside, and saw a man in a mandarin jacket and long shirt standing in the corridor. He was in his thirties, holding a folding fan in his hand, and he was personable and gentle.

"Ask me, my name is Yuan Kewen, which old man are you from?" the elegant man asked with a smile, not paying attention to the man in the suit at all.

When the man in the suit heard the name, his expression changed drastically, he immediately retracted his gun, took off his hat and bowed before shaking his head: "Little Ye Tianlong, the police officer in the French Concession is inquiring, the apprentice of Team Leader Cheng, please greet Yuan Erye. "

(End of this chapter)