Long Qiyin was among the crowd, watching the farce without any hesitation.

Lin Ba stood aside with cold eyes, without any expression.

This is just the beginning of the drama.

This is a funeral, but it is definitely not his Long Qi's.

The other party was obviously prepared. At the beginning, half of the 70 or 80 people rushed out were AAA-level experts, and the remaining more than 30 people were real reporters.

The identities of these journalists are obviously not simple.

The prince's methods are elusive and controlling some reporters is easy.

Facing the aggressive reporter, Xia Lan was speechless.

Bai Yun, who was standing behind Xia Lan, smiled coldly, and then pressed the communicator on his body.

Soon, the police sirens roared, and more than a dozen police cars roared and stopped directly at the entrance of the cemetery.

More than fifty policemen rushed towards the group of people quickly.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to gather people to cause trouble? Get out of the way!"

The policeman who led the lead looked solemn and majestic, and his eyes were flashing.

But the other party's people didn't even look at them.

The policeman smiled strangely and shouted:

"Roar in and protect Miss Xia."

As he said that, he took the lead and rushed forward to the three middle-aged masters opposite him.

The middle-aged master in the middle smiled contemptuously and waved his hand casually, but the police did not fly out as he imagined.

Instead, his arm clicked and made a crisp sound of fracture.

The middle-aged master was shocked, but before he could wake up, the police took violent actions. The three masters with aaa level, under his command, turned into a blow-out, worthless money.

At the same time, the more than fifty police officers scattered and attacked the group of aaa-level experts.

Poor, this group of more than 40 AAA-level masters were completely tragically killed by these policemen.

"Damn it!!"

In the Hutong in the imperial city, in Fang Jianguo's courtyard, Zhu Shihai and Fang Jianguo couldn't help but look at each other.

Zhu Shihai looked at the picture in horror and blurted out:

"These policemen...!"

Fang Jianguo snorted coldly and said lightly:

"Can't you see that the leader of the Dragon Thorn?"

Zhu Shihai suddenly opened his mouth wide and blinked his eyes several times:

"Dragon Thorn? Li Tianhai?"

Fang Jianguo smiled coldly:

"So what if it's a dragon thorn? Haha, this is just the beginning, just watch the show! We must get the things in the coffin, and we can't make any mistakes. With the Tongquetai and Fengyun Valley to support us, what are we... afraid of?"

Zhu Shihai was still a little unprepared and said in surprise:

"Just... it's really a broken face?"

Fang Jianguo glanced at him and said with deep meaning:

"I've been torn apart a long time ago. Do you want another war letter?"

Zhu Shihai nodded slowly and stopped talking.

But Fang Jianguo felt a sneer in his heart.

This kind of character, you still want to go with me, you are so shameless.

Zhan Shu, I personally sent it to you when I was standing up for you.

What is the word Tao written by my grandfather himself? Isn’t it a war book?

The Qibaoshan Cemetery is heavily guarded inside and outside, and the conflict that happened at the door was impossible to be known to outsiders.

The group of reporters immediately became angry when they saw the police rushing up.

"We are all journalists. This is our reporter's certificate. Do you police dare to enforce the law violently in this way?"

"Yes, conducting real news reports is a right granted to us by national laws. What are you police doing? Knowing the law and breaking the law?"

"Exposed! Be sure to expose it. The police know that the law is violated and shelter criminals!"

"Open the coffin! You must open the coffin. You cannot let Long Qi bury it like this. This is contrary to the national law. Now it is explicitly stipulated that it cannot be buried in the ground. Does being rich have privileges?"

The arrogant voice kept shouting out from the mouths of these reporters. Long Tsai disguised himself as a policeman, but could not attack these ordinary reporters.

No matter how stupid a person is, he knows that something is wrong.

These reporters are obviously here to find fault.

Xia Lan was so angry that she trembled all over. Qingmeng, Lin Ruoshi, Yun Zhuer, Zhao Yunnan, and Xu Meixing were filled with extremely angry expressions on her face.

Cremation, nothing to do with your journalists?

Why do you need to open the coffin?

Li Tianhai had already rushed to Xia Lan with his brothers Long Tshuwu. He looked at the group of reporters. His expression on his face could not be said to be angry or sarcastic:

"Tell me, what do you want to do to avoid making trouble?"

This sentence immediately made the reporters angry:

"We are maintaining notarization of the law and social justice. As a policeman, you actually slander us for causing trouble?"

"Expose him! Yes, remember his police number and name, and let him be reported."

Li Tianhai smiled faintly and looked around the group of reporters who looked excited and angry, but there was something clearly hidden in their eyes, and said very seriously:

"I hope you all hear every word I say now, and I won't say it again."

He is the boss of Dragon Thorn, and he has been baptized by countless blood and fire. With one word, he shocked these troublemakers and speechless.

"Take your dirty purpose with you, where you come from, and where you go back, I promise to be free. If you continue to make trouble, then I cannot guarantee that you will all die. However, I can guarantee that you will never have the chance to stand up again in the second half of your life. I can guarantee that you will live in regret and fear every day in your lifetime, including your parents, wives and children."

Li Tianhai's voice became lighter and quieter, and the surroundings became quieter:

"What good people can you teach like garbage? What good people will you teach like garbage? So, you, and your family, will be the same as you from today until you die."

"Don't think that someone will give you money. You can immigrate and you can escape from this country. You are not bullshit. In the eyes of some people, you can't even be considered a grasshopper."

"Poor thing!"

Li Tianhai's disdainful voice slowly rang, and the expressions on the faces of these reporters finally became terrified.

"Look, is this the reporter?"

Looking at the group of reporters like this, Li Tianhai shook his head disdainfully.

"I'll give you one last word!"

"Take off all your clothes and leave only a pair of underwear!"

"roll!"

The reporters finally panicked.

Their eyes flashed, look at me, look at you, and you no longer have the arrogance you were before.

Just when the group of reporters were in panic, a group of people walked in from outside.

Long Qi, Lin Ba, and Li Tianhai's eyes suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

Finally, the good show was staged.

Long Qi didn't recognize the one in the middle of this group of people, but the identity of the few people standing next to this middle-aged man was really amazing.

Zhou Jin, the young master of the Tongque Platform.

Feng Tianyu, the young master of Fengyun Valley.

These two people were willing to be followers for the middle-aged man in the middle.

Behind Zhou Jin and Feng Tianyu, two old men were each following.

Two innate masters with terrifying strength.

The middle-aged man with a quiet face walked straight to Xia Lan and nodded to Xia Lan:

"I want to take a look at Long Qi's corpse, you can buy it at will."
Chapter completed!