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The man who spoke had a sharp mouth and a monkey's cheek. He was holding several mobile phones and carrying several wallets. There was some vulgarity and filthiness in his words and deeds. If Wang Ling saw him now, he would recognize him as the thief he bumped into and stole his mother's wallet today.

There are three more thieves like him in this stronghold, and those three are all happy now.

"Hehe, yes, it's still a great time during the Chinese New Year. People wear a lot, and it's hard for them to notice when they do it. They also bring a lot of money to buy new year's goods. If you're lucky, you can steal a wallet as much as a week. It’s over!”

"Not all, look at this, there are only five hundred in the bag! It's really stingy, I can't remember which poor guy it is. But this mobile phone is not bad. If you resell it, you should be able to earn a few hundred."

"Don't rush to have fun yet." While the four people were commenting wildly, the man with gloomy eyes who looked like a leader interrupted them: "You have stolen too much this time, and it is easy to cause trouble. This group of people will rebound and call the police together, and our life will be difficult."

"Boss, isn't it because there was really no business in the past few days? I finally caught up with the market last year and I'm really sorry that I didn't steal more! Moreover, as far as the efficiency of those police officers are concerned, what are you worried about? In the worst case, they will be dispatched. When the incident happens, let’s hide for a while and then come out after the limelight is over.” A thin man replied with a laugh.

The boss snorted coldly, said nothing, and continued watching TV. But one of the tattooed men who had just finished a poker game said: "It's not unreasonable to say that. If you are smart, you can resell a few of the mobile phones you stole this time."

"Hey, thank you, brother, thank you, brother!"

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The number of members in this pickpocket gang is not large, but the classification is quite obvious. The scarred man is the leader of the pickpockets, and the three tattooed men are the backbone elites, responsible for intimidating the lower classes and retaliating against "certain" people. They are the ones who actually do theft. Yes, it’s still the four young men.

Every time something is stolen, they basically have to be turned over, and then a portion of it is rewarded to them. Someone once tried to resist hiding in secret, but after being discovered, they were beaten to a disability by the three tattooed men. Since then, these people working at the bottom have no idea of ​​hiding in hiding and resisting. Being able to get a few more mobile phones for the first time is already an unexpected surprise for them.

Boom!

But just when they were having fun, the security door of the shopping mall seemed to be suddenly hit by something huge. The whole building trembled, and the group of pickpockets were instantly frightened. .

"what?"

"Is it an earthquake?"

Boom!

In panic, this group of people had just discussed twice when another loud noise came from the door. The store trembled slightly. At the same time, the wall where the door was located also cracked in a large area, and a lot of soil and lime residue fell down. .

"It's not an earthquake, it's just a lot of people hitting the security door with wooden stakes. Look there!" At this time, a pickpocket finally realized what was going on. He pointed at the security door, and everyone saw that it was originally a solid security door. The door actually protruded part of the way inward. It really looked like a group of people were hitting the door with wooden stakes, as if they were attacking the city in an ancient war.

"It's broken, it's broken, are we exposed here?"

Another pickpocket was afraid. In their shady profession, what they feared most was being exposed.

"Dare to knock on the door? You're looking for death!"

However, the three tattooed men became angry and picked up wooden sticks one after another, going to open the door and fight each other.

boom! Bang, bang, bang!

However, as soon as they stood up, the third sound came. This sound was more exciting than the previous two sounds combined, because the anti-theft door was kicked away completely, detached from the wall, hit the opposite wall with a bang, and then fell down.

The three people were originally very aggressive, but when they saw this scene, they were all shocked. What kind of wooden stake can knock the door away so far? How many people are needed?

With this idea in mind, the three of them subconsciously looked toward the door, only to find a strange man wearing a plastic mask, jeans on his lower body, and a casual cotton coat on his upper body slowly walked in.

This person was naturally Wang Ling, who came to teach these pickpockets a lesson with the help of Xiao Hei. With his current physical strength and power, the security door could not resist him at all and was knocked down by his three feet.

Walking into this store, the pickpockets were still nervous and fearful, but Wang Ling was already looking at the place by himself: "Tsk, tsk, the windows are all covered with black film, making the whole store dark and dull. It’s really in line with your status, so shameless!”

As he spoke, Wang Ling had already scanned the stolen goods on the table and couldn't help but sneer: "It seems that I found the right place. Are you dividing the stolen goods?"

"Who are you?"

At this point, the group of pickpockets finally calmed down, and the scarred man couldn't calm down anymore. He stared at Wang Ling and asked.

Another tattooed man shouted and asked: "What did you hit the door with? What are you doing here?"

Wang Ling glanced at them, twisted his neck, made a crackling sound, and said with a sinister smile: "You don't need to know who I am. It was just a coincidence that you stole things from my family today, and I was hit hard." Stay! If you are not diligent and lazy, if you are dedicated to fighting but have no eyesight, if I encounter you, you will be in trouble!"

"You? Who do you think you are?!" Wang Ling spoke unceremoniously and did not hide the purpose of his visit. Previously, this group of pickpockets were still afraid of Wang Ling, but now they are also annoyed. Two of the men with tattoos swung He picked up the wooden stick and hit Wang Ling.

However, before the stick could reach Wang Ling, Wang Ling slapped one of them away with his backhand. He spun 360 degrees in the air and landed on the ground. Half of his face immediately swelled up, and four fingerprints appeared on it. , blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was beaten into darkness.

The other person also had a hard time. The stick was swung at him. Wang Ling dodged and dodged, and stretched out his arm to block it.

clang!

As a result, the stick hit his arm as if it were hitting a rock, causing pain in the palm of the tattooed man's hand. Wang Ling didn't give him time to react. He directly pinched his wrist with his other hand and twisted it hard. He only heard a crisp "click" sound and the wrist was broken!

"ah!"

The moment of severe pain made the tattooed man scream hysterically, as if he was killing a pig.

"Aren't you annoying?" But Wang Ling was disgusted by the cry, so he punched him in the face, shattering his nose with one punch, and even knocked the tattooed man two meters away without losing any strength. , even more miserable than that guy just now!