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The disciples of the Beggar Clan looked at those people and were helpless.

The first rule of the Beggar Clan is that you are not allowed to bully the people for no reason, so they can't do anything to the people!

Seeing the surging people, all the disciples of the Beggar Clan turned to look at Hong Qing, and Hong Qing's brows furrowed tightly.

At this time, a man walked up next to him. He looked at Hong Qing, chuckled and said, "Clan Leader Hong, do you really think that because you have so many people in the Beggar Clan, you can do whatever you want? It's impossible. Today, Yao Shengtang will be in front of you.

Got smashed, that's what I said."

The person who came was none other than the underground emperor of Nanjun, Cui Long.

Hong Qing looked at Cui Long and was extremely angry. He could clearly see that the guys who were in charge were the younger brothers that Cui Long brought over yesterday. Therefore, Cui Yong was clearly behind this medical incident.

He never expected that Cui Long would use such disgusting tactics to incite people who didn't know the truth to fight against him.

The curly-haired men slipped through the gaps between the Beggar Clan disciples and rushed to the front of the Medicine Hall. They picked up the steel pipes in their hands and smashed them against the glass.

"Don't smash it, please don't smash it!" Wang Lun screamed from behind, staggering and trying to rush over to stop him, but soon he was unable to stop because he knew it was too late.

The Medicine Saint Hall will be completely destroyed today!

But just when he was losing all his thoughts, a black shadow rushed over like lightning, kicked out several times, and the curly-haired man flew back one by one, hitting the ground heavily. After struggling for a long time, he couldn't stop.

Can't get up.

At this time, a cold voice sounded, "You want to destroy the Medicine Temple, but I don't agree."

The person who came arrived just in time, Chen Yang.

The curly-haired man looked at Chen Yang with fear in his eyes. He could defeat more than a dozen of them by himself. This skill must be too powerful.

He rolled his eyes and quickly realized what he was doing. He beat his chest and stamped his feet and shouted, "They are beating people. The people of Yaoshengtang are beating ordinary people."

There was a commotion among the people behind, and their eyes were full of anger when they looked at Chen Yang.

The curly-haired man's eyes were full of pride. It seemed that his evil plan to stir up the anger of the people was about to succeed!

But the next moment, Shen Mengxue, who came over, looked at the curly-haired man and shouted angrily,

"Are you common people? You are not. You are just deliberately setting the pace and instigating the masses who do not know the truth to follow you in mischief to achieve your evil purpose."

The curly-haired man looked at Shen Mengxue, scratched his neck and shouted,

"You are talking nonsense. I am the family members of those patients who have been harmed by you. I am just here to seek an explanation for myself. Why do you call me a gangster?"

Several people around also shouted, "We are all family members of the victims and we are not here to make trouble. You are clearly slandering me."

Everyone behind who didn’t know the truth also shouted!

Shen Mengxue was so angry that this was such a real-life way of confusing right and wrong!

Shen Mengxue turned around helplessly and looked at Chen Yang, but Chen Yang smiled slightly, "Don't worry, Mengxue, I will let him admit everything by himself."

"Haha!" Before Chen Yang finished speaking, the curly-haired man suddenly laughed wildly. He looked at Chen Yang and spoke with disdain,

"If you want to give in, I'll tell you, I'm not scared of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang raised his right hand, and two rays of cold light flashed through, piercing directly into the curly-haired man's big hole!

The curly-haired man looked at Chen Yang with disdain in his eyes, "Let me tell you, I'm not even afraid of a big knife, but I'm afraid of these two little silver needles of yours. Just dream on me."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the curly-haired man's face changed suddenly. He was clearly holding back, but after a few breaths, he couldn't help but scream miserably, "It hurts me to death, no, it itches me to death." Mobile phone

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