Zhao Guoyan pursed his lips and gave Sun Youjun a wink.
Sun Youjun walked towards the cotton jacket and said, "Excuse me, comrade. Please come with us."
He reached out to take the big bag on the back of the cotton-padded jacket.
The cotton-padded jacket's aura suddenly changed, his eyes turned red, and he threw a backhand punch, sending Sun Youjun flying. He really flew.
He was half a meter off the ground, fell back three meters, and hit the roadside hard. The pain was so severe that it took him a long time to recover.
Zhao Guoyan was shocked and took out his pistol.
The old security guard was sweating with anxiety: "No, no, no."
I don’t know whether to shout “Padded Jacket is not allowed” or “Zhao Guoyan is not allowed”.
The red light in cotton-padded jacket's eyes had not yet faded, and the look he gave Zhao Guoyan was icy cold.
Zhao Guoyan leaped over, and before he could see the cotton-padded jacket's movements clearly, the barrel of the gun in his hand was bent.
Black Chicken Claw clenched his fist and went straight to his face.
The old man became even more anxious, slapping his thigh and shouting, "Don't hit her, girl, don't hit her, she's the police, the police."
Cotton jacket tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and the red light in his eyes dissipated.
He let go of Zhao Guoyan, tightened his bag, and said warily, "Mine."
Zhao Guoyan's face was dark and his heart was beating like thunder. Just now, he experienced firsthand what murderous intent was.
The security guard didn't sense any murderous intent, nor did he see the man bending the gun barrel, but he felt the man's boldness.
He staggered forward and angrily slapped the cotton-padded jacket on the arm: "Why don't you listen to my advice, girl? Didn't I ask you to be nicer? You even fought with the police. Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Cotton-padded jacket took a step away from the old man with a wronged look on her face. Why did he hit her?
She doesn't hit old people.
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