"Master" is the size of one and a half Yu Yan, has a broken leg, and is still not cooperative.

Yu Yan, his colleagues, and Han Dongsheng dragged him back and forth, sweating on their foreheads: "What the hell is going on!"

Even though they had made a lot of noise when they rushed in to arrest people, it only took less than five minutes. How could these gangsters gather so quickly?

If they really have such ability, why do they think they are ruffians? Why not just protect their home and country?

Han Dongsheng was really not good at running, and his wig was already soaked with sweat. He took it off and put it under the creaking nest. He panted and replied: "Maybe... maybe I exposed my secret. I just met a colleague when I walked in.

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Yu Yan was convinced: "Why did your colleague come here?!"

Another policeman whispered: "Let's go on a pilgrimage... Brother Yu, this place is known as the 'Lovers' Street' and it's very popular. And if you meet acquaintances here, you will never say hello to each other, just... you know."

Yu Yan felt extremely sad and angry, thinking: I am a single person, what do I know?

At this time, the fastest chasing gang members had already rushed up with various sticks. Han Dongsheng was duty-bound and took on the task of breaking up the rear. He gave a low shout and pushed the Qigong master in his hand violently.

The qigong master was originally carried by the three of them. Han Dongsheng didn't know what kind of strength he used, but the force of his palms was transmitted from the qigong master to the two policemen. The three of them weighed almost 500 kilograms together, and he pushed them with both hands.

We went out and rushed up several flights of stairs together.

Then he faced the opponent's stick with his bare hands.

Han Dongsheng put his arm against his temple and resisted the stick, then walked in an arc with his shoulders, pushed and bumped, and snatched the stick from the opponent's hand.

The stairwell of the hotel is very narrow, and Han Dongsheng, holding a stick alone, almost blocked the passage.

His thick back, which usually never seemed to be straight, was like a mountain.

Yu Yan finally stopped and turned around in surprise.

Because of Mr. Zhou, he came into contact with Han Dongsheng several times, and his impression of this man was that of an "honest man with no temper." In TV dramas, "honest men" are either toads who want to eat swan meat,

Or they are the receivers who are kept in the dark. These characters often lack soul and intelligence, and because they have no cuteness, they are only used as props to intensify the plot conflicts.

Nowadays, the word "honest" is basically a curse word.

Even in front of outsiders, his fierce wife sometimes couldn't control her temper and showed off her face. In private, she must have called her "wimp" many times.

If she saw this figure, she would never say those three words again.

Yu Yan tightened his grip on the baton and changed the tone of his voice: "Master Lan, pick up this guy!"

"in spite of."

"Yu Lanchuan!"

Before Yu Yan's roar could stop, a figure suddenly passed him by his side, too fast to see clearly.

The stairwell was so narrow that Han Dongsheng could block it by himself, but when he arrived at Yu Lanchuan, it seemed very wide for some reason. He passed by Yu Yan and the others like a gust of wind, without even touching the corners of their clothes.

Like a person without thickness.

At the same time, Yu Yan's hand was empty and his baton was taken away.

Yu Lanchuan: "Get out of the way."

Han Dongsheng heard the sound of wind coming from behind his ears, and suddenly turned sideways to avoid it. A one-meter-high stainless steel trash can flew over him with a "whoosh", knocking out the few people who rushed to the front and causing damage to those behind him.

A group of people walked around each other and ran up. Yu Lanchuan reached out and slapped Han Dongsheng, and at the same time handed out a stick. It was a little bit on the man's chest. The opponent naturally blocked it, but the baton suddenly went up.

With one lift, he lifted his chin hard.

Han Dongsheng: "Good sword."

"I'm at a loss in sword practice," Yu Lanchuan shook his wrist - using the baton as a sword was still too heavy and very uncomfortable. "For example, with this sentence just now, I felt like you were scolding me... I can't pass the security check."

Yu Yan: "You don't take the subway!"

"They took iron rods..." Yu Lanchuan kicked one person away.

At this time, the walking gang also learned their lesson, and a large group of people holding wooden chairs and benches as shields rushed up from behind, with their wooden legs facing forward, and they slammed upwards. Of course, the chair legs were longer than the arms and batons, so Yu Lanchuan was forced to obey.

He ran up the steps for a few steps, then turned around suddenly and jumped down: "I'll take a metal sword with an edge -

The baton in Yu Lanchuan's hand struck down from his opponent's head like lightning. He was the first to bear the brunt and had no time to lift the wooden chair. He thought he was about to open the gourd and closed his eyes subconsciously.

But unexpectedly, the baton did not hit his head. When it fell, it was a little off, and it was cut along his ears. When it reached near the mandible, it suddenly changed from a smash to a sweep, with two bloody bullets.

The big white teeth flew out immediately.

Yu Lanchuan asked coldly: "How will you distinguish between legitimate defense and excessive defense? Can you explain it clearly, comrade police?"

Yu Yan couldn't laugh or cry at first, and then for some reason, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

The so-called "person who follows the right path" means that all the honors this person can get and all the results that can be achieved through hard work are based on social order and good customs - TOEFL is scored point by point, and the essay is scored point by point.

The annual salary is earned through hard work and countless overtime hours.

And the fruits of half a lifetime's hard work may all collapse due to the words "excessive defense." When faced with these low-level gangsters who have nothing, it is impossible to ignore them.

"Leap high and smash down with a baton" and "sweep with your own arm strength" are several levels of difference in strength. The former can smash a person's head into a rotten watermelon, while the latter can at most leave him stunned.

Yes, or even without losing the ability to move.

Moreover, this civilized Mr. Yu Lanchuan, while he has left a lot of room for action, he also has to use half of his brain to be careful not to "defend too much". His body and mind are extremely busy, and the opponent has a large number of people. Soon,

Can't stop it.

Yu Yan: "Get out of here first! The people behind this street are all theirs. They are so emboldened. I don't believe it. These gangsters dare to chase them into the street and start a group fight!"

"Go to the top of the building," Yan Hao said, "There is an iron gate on the top of the building! Follow me!"

Yu Yan: "Well done, Comrade Spider-Man!"

Yan Hao's face suddenly turned red.

He has always been afraid of talking to others. He always feels that the way others look at him and the words they say to him are like a rasp, which is constantly wearing him down. Even the polite compliments from others make him panic, because he can feel it.

The other party's dialect is insincere.

This was the first time that he received encouragement from other people's words and truly felt that he was doing something useful and helping everyone.

It was like a tube of novel chicken blood, which went directly into his heart. Yan Hao almost went crazy and rushed to the front, volunteering: "I'm going to pick the lock!"

Yan Hao rushed to the front to pick the lock, and two policemen held down the qigong master who looked like a living fish. After Yu Lanchuan and Han Dongsheng broke off, the group fought and retreated. Stool legs, long sticks and trash cans were flying around in the scene, which was extremely chaotic.

Yan Hao's lock-picking skills weren't very good either. His face turned red and he poked at the keyhole while twisting and pulling with brute force, until he almost had to chew on it with his upper teeth. Finally, they had no way out.

At that moment, there was a "click" and the door lock with the iron chain fell off!

Yan Hao breathed a sigh of relief, his hands were a little weak: "This way!"

However, as soon as he entered the small door and took no more than two steps, he fell back.

Yu Yan held his back and gasped, "Why, how..."

Yan Hao didn't answer, but Yu Yan had already seen it - seven or eight walking gang members with machetes in their hands were already waiting for them on the roof of the building, with the tip of the knife pointed at Yan Hao's nose.

They were stuck in this small stairwell.

The qigong master who was handcuffed by them was confident: "Let me go now, I will break one of your legs and leave you with a good leg to jump back. Otherwise... poof!"

Yu Yan punched him on the chin, almost knocking the air out of the Qigong master's mouth, and his face immediately became swollen.

Another little policeman: "..."

Yu Yan asked expressionlessly: "Did you see what I did?"

The little policeman shook his head like a rattle.

Yu Yan grabbed the qigong master's collar and threatened like a bully: "If you say another word, I will swell the other side of your face."

The little policeman quickly expressed his loyalty: "Brother Yu, I didn't hear anything!"

At this moment, several men with knives on the roof had already moved their hands and chopped off Yan Hao's head.

Yan Hao dodged left and right in the shadow of swords and swords, trying to block the small door leading to the top of the building to prevent them from coming down. But he only had an iron hook in his hand for climbing the wall, and he was very inept. He had to hide in danger several times.

I almost scratched my clothes.

"Stop! Stop!"

With a "clang", Yan Hao's iron hook and a machete collided together. The two people retreated simultaneously with numbness. The lingering sound echoed around them. The messy scene became quiet, and both parties looked towards the place where the noise came from.

The person who shouted "stop" turned out to be Brother Liang.

At this moment, Brother Liang's face that was always "not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth" looked extremely frightened. He had a hand with a black "hand wrap" tied around his neck, and a small blade between his fingers.

The person holding him hostage was about the same height as him. He was wrapped tightly in a long coat. He was silent and could not tell whether he was male or female.

This man was wearing a hood and a mask. His hair was pulled down and covered half of his forehead. Only one eye was exposed. For some reason, that eye reminded people of a king cobra. When he looked over the crowd and landed on Yu Lanchuan,

The corners of his eyes were slightly curved, as if he was smiling.

Yu Lanchuan was stunned for a moment, he recognized that eye.

At this time, the kidnapper lightly kicked Brother Liang.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, everyone." Brother Liang said immediately, a bead of sweat fell from the corner of his forehead and fell into his eyes. There were a bunch of gangsters around. Look at me, I look at you. At first

They all hesitated and didn't move.
To be continued...