Soon, after waving the sticks, a large number of urban management officers fell on the ground, and there were still a few left. Hua Long and Zheng Xuejian threw down the white wax sticks, hoping to take the opportunity to show off their fists and kicks, but those urban management officers showed fear on their faces and had no fear at all.

Losing his arrogance, he hesitated to take a few steps forward, turned around and fled. The urban management officers who fell on the ground helped each other and fled in confusion.

The onlookers cheered loudly and applauded.

After a while, a reporter from the TV station arrived with a camera. The TV station planned to do a program on urban management law enforcement and creating a good city appearance. There were still some people gathered around the scene, talking about the recent urban management incident.

Before the interview, the TV reporter specially found three generations of old, middle-aged and young people and asked them to stand in front of the camera and recite the lines they had memorized. An old man had a bad memory and stumbled over the words "Thank you... for the good city appearance" several times.

"Without the hawkers, I feel refreshed even when I go for a walk."

The reporter holding a microphone stood in front of the camera, smiled and said loudly: Recently, our city's urban management and law enforcement departments have launched a heavy blow to crack down on illegal traders operating without licenses and occupying roads in the city. We just interviewed three citizens. They

We warmly welcome this rectification measure. We see that the urban area has not been greatly affected, the mood of the people in all parties is stable, and the citizens' lives are in order...

One of the onlookers shouted at the top of his lungs: Stable and orderly, your grandma has such a bad leg!

The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter, and the reporter blushed. He quickly finished his report and left the scene.

110 also came. It seems that during the battle with the urban management, someone called the police, and the patrol officer asked an old man who was watching the fun.

The old man put his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes, as if he was a little deaf. The patrolman asked several questions in succession before the old man heard clearly.

The old man said: Nothing happened here, no one was in charge of urban management.

The patrolman asked: Do you know what happened to those pools of blood on the ground?
Chapter completed!