Deng Jinping sneered, "Do you have any last words?"
I almost vomited blood from anger. This kid is quite something.
This kind of talent deserves to enjoy the twelve kinds of torture he created.
That mouth of hers is really good at talking, but her words are a bit harsh. Let's just sew her up.
"I wanted to say..." Lin Xiaoxiao's lips slowly curled upwards, "...you're surrounded~~~"
The moment the words were spoken, a dense swarm of Hong Kong police officers surrounded them from all sides, like a pocket, trapping everyone in the middle.
The exit of the pocket was in the direction of Lin Xiaoxiao and the other Black Tiger Gang members.
"Police! Run!" A loud shout rang out, and everyone panicked and scattered.
The police's target was not other gangs, but the Big Sand Gang, which was right in the middle.
"Brothers, get them!" Lin Xiaoxiao shouted, one foot on a stool.
More than two hundred members of the Black Tiger Gang swarmed forward, forming a pincer movement with the police, leaving the members of the Big Sand Gang with nowhere to escape and forcing them to fight back.
"Boss, let's go!"
Deng Jinping was escorted through the encirclement by dozens of his most elite subordinates.
"Damn it, you brat, you just wait." Deng Jinping glanced at Lin Xiaoxiao with a cold look in his eyes.
"Deng Jinping, where else can you run to?" Lin Xiaoxiao, carrying an iron rod, followed them slowly.
They didn't seem afraid at all that they would escape.
After running for a while, Deng Jinping and the others suddenly saw a police car ahead, with a tall man leaning against the hood of the car.
"Wen Mo?" Deng Jinping was startled.
Wen Mo slowly raised his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Got you."
Depend on!
Lin Xiaoxiao memorized his movements and postures.
She'll act all high and mighty next time.
He's a veteran coach.
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