"Not really, it's just that I haven't seen the official officer for a long time, so I'm just curious."
Jiang Chen chuckled and waved his hand in the direction of the passer-by police. As soon as the thugs surrounding the passer-by police were pushed to the ground by invisible air waves.
Under Jiang Chen's control, the air waves stopped flying around after knocking down the thugs and dissipated in mid-air without damaging the objects placed nearby.
"Grandpa said that as long as grandpa is here, there won't be any trouble. Look, isn't it settled now?"
When Jiang Churan heard Jiang Chen's words, he raised his head from Jiang Chen's arms and observed the thugs wailing on the ground. Then he had the courage to let go of Jiang Chen's hands and let out a sigh of relief.
"Phew, I was scared to death."
The middle-aged man obviously did not predict that such a thing would happen. The teacup in his hand fell to the ground, and the hot tea inside splashed all over the middle-aged man's legs and feet without even noticing.
"Who is the guest? I really don't know when I offended the guest. If we can discuss it in detail, I am willing to pay any price to reconcile with the guest."
The middle-aged man stared at Jiang Chen, his eyes full of disbelief.
Even the passers-by and the police did not expect this kind of scene, this kind of outrageous scene.
His head was on the ground, his head turned back and forth between the thug and Jiang Chen, and he really couldn't imagine what was going on.
"I have nothing to do with you. It's just that there is something in your shop that is full of the marks of my disciples. Come and take a look."
Jiang Chen didn't hide anything, and there was no need to hide it.
"I don't know which thing it is. Please tell me clearly that I will order the things to be returned to their original owners. I just ask the guest not to have any grudge against me."
The middle-aged man frowned, not knowing whether Jiang Chen was telling the truth or a lie. If it was true, any middle-aged man would be willing to give it up in exchange for peace.
"No need to worry about it. Since you agreed, I will take care of it myself."
Jiang Chen pointed with his finger, and a writing brush flew out from behind the middle-aged man's screen and stopped in front of Jiang Chen.
“Guests, please show mercy!”
The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically and he shouted quickly.
"What, you regret it?"
Jiang Chen looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.
"The guest is going to cut off my financial path. This is a real deal."
Is it the guest’s?”
The middle-aged man had a gloomy face and looked at Jiang Chen fiercely.
This pen is a sacred object passed down from the middle-aged family and has very magical effects. With this foundation, the middle-aged family can take root in Jianghai City and occupy a place in this antique street.
Jiang Chen's taking away the pen was like destroying the roots of his family in the eyes of a middle-aged man.
"This sum was given to me as a gift by me back then. When my disciple passed away, this sum naturally belongs to me."
"If the guest really wants to take away this pen, then don't blame me for being rude, come here!"
Since they couldn't reach an agreement, the middle-aged man stopped pretending to be kind and roared, and another group of thugs came out from behind the screen.
This wave of thugs were no longer just fighting with knives, they were holding real guns and live ammunition.
"Guest, I will give you another chance. The purpose of opening a business is to make friends. If the guest is willing to keep the pen, I am willing to compensate the guest with other items and create a good relationship."
The middle-aged man warned for the last time. Jiang Chen's unchanging expression for a thousand years made the middle-aged man beat his heart, but the importance of the pen is greater than anything else.
"Gun? Do you really have a gun? What do you do? How can an antique shop have so many thugs and hotshots? It is impossible for modern society to allow you to act so recklessly."
The alarm bells rang in the hearts of the passers-by police officers. Before entering the door, Jiang Chen said that the people inside had guns, but the thugs on the ground were only holding some controlled knives. They thought it was just Jiang Chen who had watched too many TV series.
I didn't expect that there was a real gun, and it wasn't a homemade gun. It was obvious at a glance that it was a high-end product carefully crafted with industrial technology.
"You have to know so much about what a dead person can do. Regardless of whether the guest agrees or not, this policeman must stay here. I can't withstand any risks."
The middle-aged man glanced at the passerby policeman. The policeman was already dead the moment the middle-aged man's eyesight revealed his identity.
Just when the passer-by policeman was covered in cold sweat and didn't know what to do, the scene changed instantly.
The gun in the hand of a gunman automatically flew in front of Jiang Chen and slowly decomposed into various components.
"Damn, there really are gods!"
In such a tense scene, the passer-by police still
I couldn't help but uttered a curse word. It was already very strange when the pen flew over just now. I didn't expect that you could even snatch the gun from someone else's hand. How about filming?
"The guest is indeed a monk. In that case, I won't be polite."
The middle-aged man was obviously well-informed. He had already guessed Jiang Chen's identity when Jiang Chen pushed away the thugs, and then he humbly wanted to negotiate peace with Jiang Chen.
"Monk? Cultivation? Such a thing does exist in real life."
This was the first time the passerby police officer heard someone say this term in real life. He forgot the tense atmosphere and asked blankly.
"Brother, don't be confused. Hurry up and hide, or you'll be shot to death indiscriminately."
Jiang Churan saw that the passerby policeman dared to wander around at this time, so he quickly waved to him to remind him.
This sound not only alerted passers-by to the police, but the middle-aged man also waved decisively. Then he heard a crackling gunshot, and Jiang Churan's mind went blank for an instant.
Smoke filled the air. Not only were the sound insulation measures in this store very good, but the ventilation system was also very powerful. Within a few moments, all the smoke in the scene was pumped out, and the vision instantly became clear.
Jiang Churan looked at the passers-by in the direction of the police and waited for a long time. The surroundings were empty.
Then he turned his head to look at Jiang Chen, and saw a wall of air appeared in front of Jiang Chen. All the bullets stayed in the air. The middle-aged people and the gunmen opposite him were all stunned and opened their mouths.
No sound can be made.
"Impossible! Impossible! The monks are not that powerful. Even the monks cannot withstand so many bullets at the same time!"
The middle-aged man's spirit was a little broken, and he lay on the ground muttering to himself.
As a force on the dark side, the knowledge of human weapons such as monks is obviously higher than that of ordinary people. The middle-aged man Chu Tianwang has seen so many monks that he is looking for.
The middle-aged man who usually begs for food at the tip of a knife specially built this antique shop for this purpose to cover up the various mechanisms in the walls, all of which are designed to protect against monks.
In the cognition of middle-aged people, although ordinary monks can defeat more than a dozen ordinary people without being injured, they are completely powerless against guns and cannons, so monks slowly decline.
But Jiang Chen in front of him broke this understanding,
The worldview of middle-aged people has collapsed.