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Liang Feiwen was in a state of embarrassment after being scratched, with blood stains on his face. It was obvious that the mother and daughter had no intention of showing mercy.

And he only dared to be submissive and did not dare to fight back at all.

"Old Fu, what's the point of this man's life? Is it for the sake of his children?" Su Mo said coolly from the side.

"It's like a grandson, but in the end he raised a murderer. He is so lawless. He will probably be imprisoned in a few years." Sometimes Fu Jiafeng's mind is still very bright, and he can immediately pick up on Su Mo's words. .

"Oh, it's the son's fault if he doesn't teach his father."

"A loving mother often loses her children, not to mention such a shrew, what kind of good children can she bring up."

The two of them sang together, which made Liang Feiwen, whose face was already covered with wounds, feel chilled. He pushed the two women away suddenly and yelled:

"stop!"

"What, you dare to push me, oh, my dear mother, you can't survive this life. My daughter, divorce him!" The old lady stumbled and fell to the ground.

No one onlookers reached out to help him because he was old. One guy wearing glasses who was watching the excitement even jumped away like a plague, causing the old lady to fall down hard.

Her little grandson, who was in great pain, was right next to her, watching the fun happily without even thinking of giving her a hand.

And her daughter only cared about acting bad and had no intention of helping her.

In the middle of winter, let the old lady sit on the ground by herself.

Until a man in police uniform ran over and helped her up. Judging from his tone, it seemed that the person on the ground was his mother.

This is probably what little kids call the old school, that is, the people from the police station.

This old man is not very old, probably in his twenties or thirties. He looks very heroic, and it is completely impossible to tell that he was born by such a scoundrel old woman.

Seeing the patron coming, the old lady immediately went into a frenzy, and the fat daughter turned on the power, yelling and punching and kicking her husband.

Normally, even if Liang Feiwen could muster up a little courage, he would have given up after seeing his brother-in-law.

But today is different!

Fu Jiafeng's words hurt his heart. As a murderer's father, if his son really goes astray in the future, then the humiliation he thinks he has now and what he thinks is for his children will mean nothing.

When the old school came, Fu Jiafeng had to recount what happened.

In fact, he is very afraid of the old school. When he was messing around in the past, he fought, bullied children, collected protection fees and stole things. He had participated in these things to a greater or lesser extent. What he was most afraid of was hearing the sound of the old school coming.

However, today he looked at Su Mo, who was still standing next to him, and the old god was still there, and he steadied himself.

I am not a blind person now, an old-school person who is afraid of shit.

Even if he was afraid, he couldn't show it in front of his younger brother, so he pretended to be even calmer than Su Mo, and told what happened in a barely calm voice.

"Classmate, do you have any evidence for what you said?" Lao Pai frowned and asked seriously.

"The paint on my carriage is all peeled off, not counting the marks from the bombing. It costs hundreds of dollars to spray paint on a BMW 7 Series." Dajin Lianzi took the initiative and said.

Those who mess around must be loyal. Su Mo and Fu Jiafeng only stood up because the naughty kid blew up his car, so he can't be a coward.

"This counts, but it's not enough to prove that these two kids did it." After looking at the traces, Lao Pai also took a breath of air.

No matter who did it, it was too dangerous.

"I saw it with my own eyes." Fu Jiafeng raised his voice. He felt that this old-fashioned man might be trying to protect his family. He was young and arrogant, and he couldn't stand this kind of thing.

"Then you are considered a witness, but you are also a person involved, so you have to find some other evidence. Has anyone seen it?" Lao Pai asked again.

This makes people confused about his intentions.

If he really wanted to cover up, he should have threatened him with some words about what it would be like to give false testimony, or he should have dispersed the onlookers and asked everyone to leave and not destroy the scene.

But when he asked this and that, he seemed to be sincerely investigating the case.

"I saw the two of them setting off firecrackers and heard the sound of the cannons, but I didn't see where the firecrackers exploded." The snack bar owner said.

He was supposed to be a timid person, afraid of trouble when doing business and afraid of offending people, especially those of the old school.

But what these two naughty kids did was too scary, and he was right next to them. If something happened, it was doubtful whether he would be able to fully see the sun tomorrow.

"This is simple. There is a camera at our door. You should be able to see it over there." Su Mo turned around to see a very familiar voice, and it turned out to be the network administrator Xiao Shi running out.

Fu Jiafeng was a little embarrassed. He had bullied this little network administrator before.

It was Su Mo who came forward and beat him up, forcing him to wash his hands and withdraw from the world. From then on, although they saw each other all day long, they never said anything. The most they said was "Network administrator, give me a bottle of Bingkuoluo". Or "Network administrator, charge me fifty yuan" and so on.

Unexpectedly, this little network manager actually opened his mouth to help him regardless of his past suspicions.

Fu Jiafeng has secretly decided in his heart that this Xiao Shi will be his little brother from now on, and he must protect him well.

Now that there is video, everything is settled.

"Hey, Brother Mo, I just called someone to copy a copy. Even if this old school wants to destroy the evidence, we have a backup plan." Xiao Shi whispered in Su Mo's ear.

He is also a smart man.

Su Mo glanced at him with a half-smile, then shook his head.

If he read correctly, this old man was not someone who would protect his family. He was serious about collecting evidence and handling the case.

In this era, there is no one more lovely than a soldier.

The old-school guy in front of me looked like he was from the military. His waist was straight and he really stood like a pine tree. He probably had just started his career not long ago.

And such people have not had time to be polluted by the big quagmire of society.

"You guys wait here with these two kids. I'll go get the videotape with him, and then we'll go to the club together. Penalties should be given, and penalties should be given. Don't take any chances."

"Who do you want to punish? I am your mother, you evildoer. Did you run away to serve as a soldier for two years and your wings became stiff when you came back? You actually want to punish your mother. I have supported you for more than 20 years in vain..." The old lady I almost fainted.

She didn't know what went wrong, or when her son stopped being on the same page as her.

She didn't say anything about joining the army, and she didn't look for a job according to her wishes. As a result, she ended up working as an old-school soldier who was miserable, tired, and didn't have much money. She didn't even bother to stand up for her family when she became an old-school soldier, but actually wanted to punish them.

"Mom, I am responsible for my duties and put my business before my private life. If there is no money, I will pay the fine for you."

In fact, the city is quite difficult to write, but I can’t do it without writing. This is a virtual online game, not a game that is completely grounded in reality, or a game that penetrates the theme of the game. Moreover, I also want to learn more about other writing methods when writing lyrics. I can’t rest on my laurels, otherwise it will I can’t write for a few more years.