Urban Medical God’s Crazy Son-in-law

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Luo Xiaoman kicked the garbage can in the parking lot away, and the garbage was scattered all over the floor.

As soon as I parked the car, I heard someone next to me discussing what happened at the Taekwondo gym tonight.

Chen Xin'an led the four of them to inquire a little and found out the whole story. Naturally, their lungs were about to explode!

Chen Xin'an waved his hand and said to the four of them: "Go up first, don't forget that our main purpose tonight is to find someone, no matter life or death!"

The four of them took a deep breath and nodded.

Luo Xiaoman had a long face and said to Chen Xin'an: "Old Chen, we have found him, and I will take care of those coaches!"

Chen Xin'an nodded and said: "Don't worry, no matter whether people are here or not, these Dongchao people can't escape!"

Dao Lei gritted his teeth and cursed: "I have a really bad impression of Dongchao and Zhaipo people. I want to kill each one I see!"

"Da Ying, let's just say Da Ying. Why do you say it so formally? Zhaipo people! These grandsons really deserve to be killed!" Xiao Zhang also cursed with a dark face.

Luo Qianhe frowned and said to Chen Xin'an: "So whether Cui Yucheng is here or not, you won't let Tulong Taekwondo Gym stay in Xialong Building tonight, right?"

Chen Xin'an scoffed coldly and scolded: "This is Xia Long Building, and these Dongchao grandsons also run a dragon-slaying gym.

In other words, those grandsons of the He family are willing to swallow their anger, but I don’t have their good temper!

Besides, my land, Chen Xin'an, actually has a group of Dongchao people who are making money from Chinese people. Can I tolerate this kind of thing?

That is absolutely impossible! "

Luo Qianhe nodded and said, "Okay, I know what to do!"

When everyone entered the elevator, Luo Xiaoman slapped Luo Qianhe on the shoulder and asked him:

"Pigeon, you won't just poison them all, right? That would be boring!"

Luo Qianhe rolled his eyes at him and cursed disdainfully: "I am a doctor! Please don't insult my medical ethics!

Poison is also medicine. I will only use it to treat illnesses and save people, not to kill people! "

Everyone rolled their eyes.

Don't you feel guilty for saying this?

Chen Xin'an is not worried about what this junior brother will do, because Xiao Gezi still has a sense of propriety in doing things.

In fact, he was worried about Dao Lei!

This guy looked like he was laughing and joking, but he didn't seem to be very clever in his head.

But every time he fights, he strikes very hard!

He is the oldest among the five, and also the most cruel.

When it comes to torturing opponents, sometimes even Chen Xin'an feels it's a bit much.

I don't know if he is afraid that Chen Xin'an will notice that he has a fanatical preference for this kind of cruelty, so he hides it every time.

It's just that Chen Xin'an saw the miserable appearance of those defeated opponents.

Only then did I know that Dao Lei had gone back to torture others!

"Big Leizi!" Chen Xin'an looked at him and said, "You can play as you like tonight, but you have to wait for the right time. I will let you know when the time comes!"

Dao Lei's eyes lit up, he saluted Chen Xin'an excitedly, and shouted: "Yes! Sir!"

The other three looked at each other with disgust in their hearts.

Full of sympathy for those Dongchao coaches, they are going to be in bad luck tonight!

The evening training had just ended, the students were leaving one after another, and the gym staff were cleaning up.

I turned around and saw five strangers walking in. The staff waved and said, "It's time to get off work. Come back tomorrow!"

The five of them walked straight into the gym as if they didn't hear anything.

The staff yelled at them: "I'm talking to you, can't you hear me? Hey, that guy in sportswear is not allowed to put on shoes!"

I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?

No matter what you're here for, it's time to get off work now. Get out and come back tomorrow! "

Chen Xin'an ignored him and said to everyone: "Go and check, there are several accessible doors here! Aman, ring the bell!"

There is an electronic bell on the wall, used for commuting to and from get out of class, and is controlled by a computer.

Luo Xiaoman stepped up on the chair and took off the electronic bell.

I opened the drawer under the reception desk discreetly, found a screwdriver, and started knocking hard!

"Damn it, what are you doing!" Two staff members rushed over, cursing.

One of them kicked Luo Xiaoman and cursed: "Who told you to touch this? Put it down!"

Luo Xiaoman didn't move his body, raised his right foot, and made a big chop, hitting the man's thigh with his heel!

The man screamed and sat down on the ground, holding his legs with both hands, his expression twisted in pain.

Another person seemed to understand the purpose of these people coming, and shouted loudly in Dongchao dialect!

Soon, a large group of young people rushed out from behind. Some of them looked like they had just taken a shower. They wrapped themselves in a towel and ran out.

A man still wearing a Taekwondo uniform glared at Chen Xin'an and Luo Xiaoman and cursed:

"You're just here to play?

Was it the helper invited by that family? "

These guys are not stupid. They actually think that Chen Xin'an is a helper hired by the family of a student who committed suicide to seek revenge.

"It's endless, right? We've all sincerely apologized, what else do you want?"

“Do you think 20,000 yuan is too little and want more?

It doesn’t matter, you can dance a few more people!

If someone falls to death, we will give you 10,000 yuan. Let’s see if you can earn enough 100,000 yuan! "

"Damn Chinese people, they are so greedy! The curator is too soft-hearted. If it were me, I wouldn't give them a penny! Because they deserve it!"

A group of people pointed at Chen Xin'an and Luo Xiaoman and yelled at them. They all looked arrogant and joking. They really regarded them as reinforcements venting their anger on that family.

Luo Qianhe and the other three came back and shook their heads at Chen Xin'an.

There is no other exit.

That's no problem.

Chen Xin'an turned around and asked the coaches: "Which one of you is the curator?"

The man who was speaking in Taekwondo uniform just now snorted, took a step forward, stood in front of Chen Xin'an and said, "I am the curator Park Jae-chang, what do you want to do?"

Luo Xiaoman looked at him and gave him a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "What a talent! With the word "在" in the middle, you are obviously much purer!"

Park Zaichang was stunned for a moment and asked with a confused look on his face: "What are you talking about?"

Chen Xin'an ignored this, looked at Park Zaichang and said, "I'm looking for a person, his name is..."

"What's his name? I'm not interested!" Park Zaichang interrupted Chen Xin'an directly.

He pointed at the staff member on the ground, and then pointed at the electronic bell in Luo Xiaoman's hand, and said coldly: "I just want to know, what is going on? Are you here to kick off the gym?"

Chen Xin'an looked at him with squinted eyes and said: "Kick the gym? Haha, just say so!"

Have I convinced you so that you can answer my questions? "

A coach wrapped in a bath towel stepped forward and cursed: "Are you here to play football, or are you here to avenge that family?

But it doesn’t matter, no matter what you are here for, get out of here with me now, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, Luo Xiaoman swept his legs and kicked him hard in the head!

"Be careful!" The companion next to him wanted to push him away, but was not as quick as Luo Xiaoman.

This kick hit the guy hard on the head.

That guy fell to the ground like a wooden stake!

The person next to him was holding a bath towel in his hand. He lowered his head and looked at his naked buttocked companion who had fallen unconscious on the ground, with his mouth wide open in disbelief!

Luo Xiaoman clapped his hands, walked onto the brown mat with his shoes on, and shouted to everyone:

"I'm just here to play!

Not convinced?

Come and fight!

Come together!

I want to hit ten! "

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