"He...he said his name was Zhuo Yifan! And...he asked you to come here in person!" Huang Mao replied tremblingly.
It's over! Why are you afraid? He sat back on the chair again, was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and yelled at the phone: "What the hell did you do? Why did you provoke him when you had nothing to do?
?Do you not want to live anymore? Please explain to me what happened quickly!"
Huh? Huang Mao didn't expect that when he heard the name Zhuo Yifan, he would be so angry at himself. Is this kid really someone who cannot be messed with? Huang Mao's heart has sunk to the bottom. He is a criminal.
Hun, but it doesn't mean that he is really stupid. Looking at his father's attitude, he was the one who got into trouble in the past. He would rush to the scene first and then talk about it. No matter what, he would not let himself suffer. I didn't expect that today he would have to take the trouble first.
Things were explained clearly!
Huang Mao had no choice but to tell him carefully what happened in the hotel.
"You little bastard! I'm really pissed off! You all just stay there, I'll come over right away!" He yelled at the phone again, then hung up the phone and hurriedly called for more than a dozen people.
A police officer followed him towards the Hyatt Regency Hotel.[
"What did your father say?" Long Junhao looked at Huang Mao's gloomy face and asked a little strangely.
"This Zhuo Yifan seems to have some background. My father actually scolded me and said that I was seeking death if I touched him!" Huang Mao said angrily.
"What's this? I think Uncle Wang is too timid! What's the background of this kid? I really don't believe it today!" When Long Junhao heard Huang Mao say this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat! Could it be true today?
The iron plate has been kicked? But how could he, Long Junhao, give up so easily? Moreover, he was slapped by this kid today, what should he do if he doesn't regain some face?
"Mr. Zhuo, will there be any problems?" Yamada Incheon looked at the three guns on the table and asked with a chuckle.
"What's the problem? Don't worry, I can handle it!" Zhuo Yifan waved his hand disapprovingly and said.
"This is a police gun! Can you let me see it?" Masaki Yamada was curious and wanted to play with a police gun in her hands.
"Yazi, don't be ridiculous!" Yamada Incheon immediately glared and scolded.
Zhuo Yifan said dumbfounded: "It doesn't matter. Since Miss Yamada is curious, let's show her!"
Yamada Masaki's face was full of grievance after being yelled at by her father. She didn't expect that Zhuo Yifan would actually agree, and she suddenly smiled.
"Is this okay? Mr. Zhuo, stop joking!" Yamada Incheon said quickly.
"It's okay!" Zhuo Yifan waved his hand, then picked up one of the guns, pulled it out of the folder, took out the handle, and then handed it to Masaki Yamada.
Yamada Masaki happily took over the police gun and started playing with it carefully. She had already taken out the gun, so there would definitely be no problem! Yamada Incheon breathed a sigh of relief.
Several policemen outside began to look at each other in confusion. Unexpectedly, their guns were actually taken for viewing! If the superiors found out, would these policemen still do it? The expressions on their faces were worse than death.
It’s even more ugly than your own father!
About ten minutes later, Zhuo Yifan took the gun back from Masaki Yamada's hand, then reloaded it and placed the gun on the table.
At this time, □□ also hurried to the scene with a group of police officers.
