Old Mrs. Li seemed to be addicted to cigarettes. He turned to Marin and asked for a cigarette. Marin was watching the street police and noticed that his big hand was handed to him. Marin took out the cigarette case and looked up at the old smoker.

·They have problems.

Old Mrs. Li's psychic whisper echoed in Marin's ears.

Marin was happy, you are an old guy, but your eyes are really right.

After being given a cigarette, Marin reached out and used a lighter to light the old man's cigarette.

Over there, Mrs. Meng came over and asked for two snacks from Su Su, while tacitly smiling at Ma Lin.

You see, this is the real Lao Jianghu. Even Qian Xian didn't see the problem. Marin could only find out that they had a problem through the most basic detection ability. These two old guys could see it with just the naked eye.

Something went wrong. After asking for cigarettes and snacks, the two old men walked to both sides of the room, and intentionally or unintentionally sat down at the table with various bottles and cans.

Mrs. Li also swayed his waist, and Marin knew that he was adjusting the position of the holster.

Marin smiled and picked up a drink and walked towards Qian Xianzhe, who was extending his hand: "Thank you. When I go back, I will prove to the sacrificed street policemen that their sacrifices will not be without value."

"Thank you." The old street policeman smiled a little awkwardly and extended his hand.

Then when the two of them shook hands, Qian Xianzhe forcefully pulled the old street policeman into his arms.

He pulled out the pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger on another street policeman who was drawing his gun.

Okay, I didn’t expect you, a sage with thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be acting.

Marin laughed while using his psychic palm to slap another fake street policeman who had drawn his gun against the wall.

Mrs. Meng picked up a few bottles and hit them on the head of the female fake street policeman. The woman who received the heavy blow tilted her head and fell to the ground.

It was easy for Mr. Li. He knocked down the remaining fake street police with a few shots.

Only then did the police detectives in the room react.

Marin walked up to a fake street policeman who was still struggling to get up, and tore his shirt to pieces. There was a strange tattoo on his back.

The eight-pointed star, the book of wisdom, is the person who imitates the tongue.

"How did you find us!?"

asked the old fake in great despair.

Qian Xianzhe kicked the old guy's left leg off, then twisted his right hand, and then pushed him to the floor.
Chapter completed!