Faced with the mockery and disdain from the other side,
None of the officers from the third detachment, who were holding batons, offered any explanation.
Because the motto of their three teams is...
If you can do it, don't just talk.
Because while you were rambling on, your team member had already taken the third-class merit award!
"superior!"
Upon hearing that word, the members of the third team, like wild horses unleashed, charged towards the opposite side, their faces contorted with murderous intent, brandishing their batons.
The person opposite me with the baton instantly changed his demeanor.
Maru Maru immediately alerted someone to something being wrong.
"White-haired Brother,"
Something's not right!
"Why are they looking at us like we're beautiful women?!"
Upon hearing his younger brother's words, the white-haired rascal's previously arrogant and disdainful expression turned serious.
He may be arrogant, but he's not blind.
He could easily see how intense the murderous aura emanating from the group opposite him was.
But what can you do if you can see through him?
Should he just run away without a fight? Would his older brother Liu Jian let him go?
"Grass!"
"Afraid of chicken feathers!"
"Even if they're incredibly skilled, can one of them take on five at once?"
"superior!"
At Bai Mao's command, his henchmen from the Jianhe Society immediately swarmed forward.
In an instant, countless screams echoed through the streets...
"Holy crap!"
"Am I fucking seeing things?"
"Where did Gao Ren get these guys? Their baton skills are... absolutely amazing!"
Upon hearing this sigh from Zhu Zai Ming, who had just thought Gui Liren's side would lose...
Immediately, the short mule who had just supported Guiliren spoke up.
“Piglet Ming,”
"Didn't you just confidently say that Guili Ren's side would lose?!"
"What? You're already giving up after just one step!"
Piggy Ming was publicly humiliated and was about to retort when...
Suddenly, another short mule shouted loudly,
"Damn it, this can't be right!"
"Look at these guys with batons, why are their moves all the same?!"
This exclamation,
The short mules watching the show all began to pay attention to this thing that they had just overlooked.
But these kinds of things are fine if you don't look closely. Once you start looking closely, you can see a lot of problems.
For example... these guys with batons,
Not only are their moves the same—first the mouth, then the legs, and finally the head—but they also use their other two techniques.
What surprised them most was that this group was actually able to coordinate well in such a chaotic free-for-all...
That's fucking ridiculous!
"Damn... I think I vaguely remember these guys..."
These words immediately caused an uproar in the tea restaurant.
"Damn it, stop keeping me in suspense and just tell me!"
"Yeah, Hua Liuqiang, where the hell have you seen them before...?"
The short mule nicknamed "Flower Willow Strong," after a moment of silence in the face of everyone's urging, finally spoke.
"I remember now!"
"They are the armed police from the north!"
"Armed Police?"
Seeing the question marks on everyone's faces, Hua Liuqiang spoke again to explain.
"The mission of these armed police is to combat organized crime, and their weapon is a baton!"
These clueless bystanders, though they've never been to the north and don't know what the armed police are,
But the name contains the characters for "martial arts" and "police".
That alone is enough to demonstrate their extraordinary nature.
"Damn it, could these guys be people that Guili Ren specially brought over from the north to manage my people...?"
As soon as these words were spoken,
The noisy tea restaurant from a moment ago instantly fell silent.
At that moment, all the short, stocky men in the tea restaurant shared the same feeling.
The baton struck the short, stocky man, but it was the local Hong Kongers who felt the pain.
After all, these short, chubby mules who came from afar will run home after being beaten a few times.
But where could those local mules possibly go...?
Just as these short mules who were watching the show were feeling down, on the other side, White Hair, one of the main characters,
The initial arrogance had vanished from his face.
Right now, all he could see was a look of utter bewilderment!
"Depend on!"
"Are you fucking done yet?!"
"Why are you only chasing after me and attacking me?!"
"Did I sleep with your girl or flirt with your mother?!"
"You chased me for three minutes straight!"
Bai Mao's sudden change of attitude startled the members of the Third Squad who were chasing after him.
Then, with the idea of letting the white-haired man die knowing the truth, he chuckled and said...
"It's simple, you deserve my third-class merit!"
"What third-class merit?"
Hehehe!
"Stop pretending! I've been observing you for quite a while now!"
"Your identity is definitely not that of an ordinary gangster,"
"You were the one who gave the order to start the war, and now that you're at a disadvantage, you're the one giving the order again!"
"As long as I catch you, the third-class merit is mine!"
"The company commander's position is mine too!"
At this point, the member of the third team was beaming with excitement.
Because a picture had already appeared in his mind.
When we all left together, we were all ordinary soldiers, but when we returned...
They had to salute themselves and call out to the company commander...
This is a scene that no soldier has ever imagined!
White Hair was at least a respected older brother in Maru, but now he's being used as a stepping stone.
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