Around them are cheering students.

In the crowd, Marcos, Lan Muhibis, Ya and Mr. Sigens surrounded the crowd, separated a small piece of space here.

Qiao Weiwei bent down and looked at the tall man who was held hostage by Lan Ji Kung with a short knife, raised his hands slightly and did not dare to move.

After the spiritual sea was opened, Qiao's head was indeed much easier to use.

The tall man's words quickly reminded him of many things.

"So, from the guy named Matthew assassinating me, to the group of bastards in the Fourth University harassing me, are all good things you did?"

Qiao gritted his teeth and grinned, grabbed the tall man's shoulder with one hand, and then punched his stomach hard with his right fist.

‘Bang’!

Even though Qiao didn't use much force, the tall man's body was tortuous with ninety degrees. He opened his mouth and vomited a lot of food residue and gastric acid water with a "wow".

His body twitched violently. If Lan Kikyo hadn't grabbed his shoulder, the tall man would have collapsed on the ground and fainted.

Lan Mujin stepped across to the tall man. A very thin silver needle half a foot long appeared between his fingers, and a neat needle pierced into the tall man's body.

The tail was spasm and painful, vomiting constantly, and breathing almost spasms and suffocating. The tall man who had passed by took a deep breath. He felt a numbness all over his body, and the severe pain in his stomach quickly disappeared. He slowly straightened his body little by little.

A shadow was scattered on the brim of the tall top hat, blocking most of the tall man's face.

In the shadow, the tall man's eyes flashed. He stared at Joe tightly and said word by word: "Very good, I remember your fist... Joe Rong Weitu, it seems that you are not going to be our friend, but our enemy?"

"Rumbrella idiot, you don't know how strong we are..."

Qiao stretched out his hand and pinched the tall man's left hand. He gently used his two fingers, and with a "click", he directly pinched the tall man's arm.

The tall man's face suddenly changed... His threatening words could no longer be said.

He clearly felt that his arm bone was broken, but he was numb and did not feel any pain.

He looked at Lan Mujin in horror. What method is this?

"The Weitu family is not threatened." Qiao looked at the tall man coldly: "You, and the people behind you, no matter what means you have, I welcome you. Uh, I have changed my mind."

The tall man's body stiffened.

Qiao said slowly: "I originally wanted you to go back and send a letter to the people behind you... But why is it so troublesome? We use the rules of Tulun Port to do it... As long as you don't go back today, the people behind you will know what my attitude is, right?"

Qiao waved his hand: "Einstein, where can I get volcanic ash cement from Fort Heidra? Get me a beer barrel... Haha, I like the rules of Tulum Port. What is the deepest water depth in the Lanyin River outside?"

The tall man's face suddenly changed. He wanted to scream. His slightly cold palm had already covered his mouth, and his other hand pinched his throat, and then he used a gentle force.

The tall man's breathing suddenly became extremely difficult. His throat was pinched and deformed. Air flowed through his throat, making a subtle whistle-like sound.

There are students surrounding them, and the taverns on both sides of the food street are brightly lit, making the entire street bright.

Less than twenty feet apart, a large group of policemen were busy arresting people from their grandmother's tavern.

A little further away, on the street, two teams of mount policemen were waving their horse whips and waiting for the battle.

A little further away at the corner of the street, a group of soldiers in iron gray uniforms were leaning against a big tree by the roadside, with sparks faintly flashing on the corner of their mouths. They were smoking cigarettes and smiling at the movements here.

Police, Mounted Police, Soldiers...

The tall man struggled to lift his intact right hand and wanted to shout for help.

Ya gently grabbed his right shoulder, and when his palm was wrong, he removed his shoulder joint. Ya smiled and looked at Qiao and nodded gently: "Young Master, I'll deal with this matter... I haven't thrown things into the water for some days, and my hands are very itchy."

"Go!" Qiao tilted his head: "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Ya... Well, I'll ask him about his origin by the way, but there's no need to waste too much time. Such a small person who sends messages generally doesn't know too much."

The tall man's eyes were raised, showing a complex expression of shock, anger and shame.

Is he a little man?

asshole!

Ya enthusiastically hugged the tall man's shoulders and forced him to walk out of the crowd.

Einstein, who had a little pale face, but hesitated for a while, and he resolutely followed Ya. Hiddenly, Joe heard Einstein whispering to Ya, how to get the volcanic ash cement without any troubles!

Lan Jigong put away the short knife in his hand, nodded to Qiao, sneaked out of the crowd, and followed the crowd far away.

If the tall man has accomplices, if his accomplices follow, then Lan Kikyo will give them a big surprise.

Grandma's Tavern responded to tranquility, and the second wave of guests rushed into the tavern cheering.

A chubby bartender stood at the door of the tavern, holding a stack of notebooks and a first-level policeman, recording the number of damaged tables, chairs and other tableware on the report form, and registering the compensation requested by the tavern.

Qiao had already eaten and drank, and he was swaying. Several people walked through the alley and left the food street. After a few turns, they returned to Tianping Street and soon arrived at the gate of the Judicial University.

A group of young men in police uniforms were standing at the gate, staring at the pedestrians coming and going at the school gate.

Looking at the two huge granite pillars at the entrance of the Judicial University, Qiao sighed heavily, turned around, and spread his hands towards Lan Mujin. Mr. Si Gengs and Marcos spread their hands: "Okay, this is life... I never thought that I, who had never studied seriously at Tulun Port Judicial College... one day, I would come to the imperial capital to go to university!"

"Mutestestra, this is a helpless fate!"

Qiao Yangtian sighed and shook his head: "Mr. Si Gengsi, the imperial capital has a manpower and a matter of affairs. I'll ask you... Tsk, if possible, get some industry in the imperial capital. So many people are idle, so they are not decent."

"Well, Billy and the others..., there is a headache. What should Billy and the others do? Let them go back to Tulum Port?" Joe narrowed his eyes and thought seriously about how to arrange the matter of Billy and the police.

They are current policemen. If they are out of office for a long time... Although there will be no gossip in Tulun Port, if some people in the imperial capital know about it, it will be troublesome to think about it.

"Let me think about it, or, find a place to temporarily place them?"

Qiao shook his head and carried a lot of clothes and bedding he had just purchased from Xiaobai's back, as well as fragments of daily necessities. Step by step, as if he was walking on the execution ground, towards the gate of the Judicial University, which was illuminated by lamps.

"Joe, from now on, our people will be waiting for the front and back doors of the Judicial University every day." Mr. Si Gengsi said in a deep voice: "It is not easy to live in the imperial capital. We are now thinking about others. Be careful of everything... In school, don't conflict with others... If there are conflicts, we will find a way to resolve them outside the school!"

Qiao waved his hand without looking back and strode to the school gate.

Several young people came up and asked Qiao about his major and grade in a stern tone. Qiao took out the student ID that he had just applied for during the day, and walked into the campus step by step under the complex eyes of several young people.

Mr. Si Gengsi looked at Qiao's back as he walked into the campus and suddenly sighed heavily: "Oh, no, the lady will feel heartbroken when she sees the young master's lonely back... The young master has grown up so old, and has never lived alone..."

"But people will always grow." Marcos stretched out his hand and slapped Mr. Sigens' shoulder heavily: "I've been missing for many years, you sinister and treacherous bastard!"

Si Gengs turned around, looked Marcos up and down with a smile, and then punched him in the chest with a light punch: "I have been missing for many years, I thought you were dead."

Si Gengsi smiled slightly, then stretched out his hand to Lan Mujin: "It's been eighteen years, little guy!... The young master is all in college!"

Lan Mujin put her hands into her sleeves, and he smiled slightly, cold and quiet, just like a poisonous demon flower that quietly bloomed at night.

Si Gengsi took his hand helplessly, and he played with his thin cane and said softly: "Okay, in the imperial capital, the young master cannot lose a hair... uh, there are teeth. The family he joined fifteen years ago, so, just like these days, we have just met!"

At night, the Justice University is much more lively than during the day.

After the day's homework, a large group of students were sweating in various sports fields.

In the dense bushes, the infatuated men and women were braved by the gradually unbearable cold wind, burning the enthusiasm of youth.

There was a faint light from gas lamps in the teaching buildings. He was a studious person who was trying to digest knowledge every time.

Qiao carried the huge package and looked around curiously, gradually walked to Building 2, Door Area of ​​the Police College, and slowly followed the stairs to the third floor.

The door of the dormitory 303 is open, and a tall and thin young man is lying on the bed, with his legs raised, holding a knight legend novel and is fascinated by reading it.

Another tall, strong, nearly seven feet tall and densely-bearded young man put a foot thick barbell piece on his back and gritted his teeth and did push-ups.

The temperature outside was already a little low. The strong young man wearing only a pair of trousers was sweating profusely, and the sweat soaked a lot of skin on the floor under his body.

As soon as Qiao walked to the door of the dormitory, the tall young man heard the movement. He slowly got up from the bed and smiled and greeted Qiao: "Joe? I am Marlen Shilov, your roommate."

The young man who was lying on the ground and continuing to do push-ups in a 'hum' grunt' grunt, humming in a low voice: "I am Soder Menlun, welcome to 303. Now when we fight, the number of people will not suffer too much... Hey, I'll treat you tomorrow to my grandmother's tavern!"
Chapter completed!