"This..." the tall policeman smiled bitterly, and quickly leaned into Jin Hao's ear and whispered: "Comrade Jin Hao, it's not that I don't want to arrest them, but we can't afford to offend them! This guy's name is Maimaiti.
He is the leader of a Uyghur gang. Last time our colleagues in the station arrested one of them, hundreds of Uyghurs armed with knives attacked our police station that night. Our former director and that colleague were dismissed from their posts just like that!
Look...how about just forgetting it this time?!"
"Forget it, you can take this old woman away! I will take care of it here!" Jin Hao sighed, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, kicked up, and stepped on Maimaiti's belly: "I
I sold a watch last year! I want to see how arrogant you are today!!!"
"Yes...then we withdraw!!" The two policemen, as if they had been granted amnesty, quickly took the old woman's feet and rubbed them.
"Little brother, I'll give them money!! I'll give them money!!! Leave quickly!" The old woman shouted back with a worried look on her face as she walked away.
Jin Hao waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, old lady! I will make them afraid to ask for money for the rest of their lives!"
At this time, dozens of Uyghurs came up from all around. It seemed that someone had called for reinforcements. Jin Hao said with a sly smile to the Uyghur men on the ground: "Call all your people, I just need to stretch my muscles."
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"Brothers, for the sake of Allah, chop him to death!!! Allah Huqba!!" At this time, Maimaiti suddenly yelled.
"Allah Huqba!!!" Dozens of Uighurs around him suddenly shouted fanatically, pulled out the machetes hidden in their clothes, and slashed at Jinhao with a cold light.
"Drink!! Golden bell!!!" Jin Hao shouted while striding on his horse. At this time, several scimitars struck Jin Hao's body at the same time, but it was like cutting on bronze bones and iron sheets.
"Dang" sound.
"Shaolin Bronze Man Fist!!!" Jin Hao shouted in a deep voice, punching out his right fist and knocking a Uyghur opposite him into the chest and flying away. He fell to the ground and vomited blood.
Jin Hao stood with his feet on the horse, his lower body was stable and steady, and his fists were like a rain of rain, knocking away the Uyghurs who kept rushing forward. But he was not injured at all, those sharp scimitars slashed on his body and arms.
It just leaves a white mark.
In less than a cup of tea, the ground was already covered with Uighurs clutching their bodies and moaning in pain. Their ribs were either broken or their limbs were broken. There was not a whole person standing on the ground anymore.
At this time, Maimaiti, who was lying on the ground, turned pale with fright. He struggled to get up and ran away. This Han man was so perverted. At this time, Maimaiti's whole body was covered with chills, and he couldn't help but think of Wang Mazi, who was so powerful in Xinjiang back then.
"Hmph~! You want to run?!" Jin Hao snorted coldly, kicked up a stone and flew it over. With a "thong" sound, it hit the numb hole on Maimaiti's back. Maimaiti felt that all the strength in her body was being squeezed out.
He fell down, and his legs collapsed like noodles on the ground.
"Pah pah pah pah pah~!!"
There was a round of applause all around. Passers-by had always disliked these unscrupulous Uyghurs, but they dared to get angry but dared not speak out. Now that they saw someone finally teach these guys a lesson, they felt so happy.
Jin Hao took out a cigarette and lit it, then slowly walked to Maimaiti and squatted in front of him. Maimaiti looked at the Han man with hatred and fear in his eyes, but he couldn't exert any energy in his body.
