In Qin Mu's heart, ten thousand grass mud horses were galloping.

Who fucked me to explain what happened to the gold bar? Several people looked at each other, and even Yu Xiu looked confused. If it weren't for his expression that he didn't make any fake, Qin Mu would have mistakenly thought that this guy had escaped with all his wealth because he was suspended and chased. Although a captain could not have gold bars, Yu Xiu might have just bought a small one. It's normal for him to be a captain who has been a captain for so many years, it's normal for him to have some savings.

Besides, if you run away, carrying gold bars is much better than carrying a passbook.

Yu Xiu looked at a loss, and suddenly he was surrounded by the people from Huajie. He had never had such enthusiasm before, so he had to murmur: "There are no gold bars in this backpack."

The problem now is not what is inside the backpack, but what others think can be put in the backpack. Qin Mu looked at the crowd gathering more and more, blocking everyone in front of everyone, and Zhao Zhen carried the backpack. This guy is located in the center of the entire team. They are all people in front and back, and from the outfit, they seem to be poor people.

Qin Mu frowned. He didn't remember that there were so many poor people in Hua Street. Looking up, the whole Hua Street was still the flower street he knew, but the people on the street dazzled him, and there were all kinds of people.

More and more people surrounded him, and the greedy people stared at Zhao Laoshi, oh no, staring at the luggage bag in Zhao Laoshi's hand. If Qin Mu hadn't had the gloomy face and stood in front of the team as a door god, he might have rushed over.

The law enforcement officers standing outside were just watching the show, and none of them came to stop the gathering of people. Such scenes were staged every day, and all those who went to Hua Street to take refuge would be treated like this, without exception. Fortunately, the people on Hua Street did not leave the street, so the road at the intersection of the street became the dividing line between the two sides. The law enforcement officers opposite were just as insightful as watching the fire, and no one wanted to rush up.

The biggest reason why the people in front of me can persist until now have not been stripped naked by refugees in Huajie is that the 00 yuan given by Qin Mu played a little role, but it will not change the result of their stripping naked in the end. This is the way of hospitality in Huajie. In order to prevent law enforcement officers from hiding in, after all, there is only Huajie in the entire Ningcheng, and it will not be affected by law enforcement officers.

If you want to seek asylum, you have to pay a price.

The people around Qin Mu were ready to move, but the Taoist priest in front of him looked extremely fierce, especially the little beggars who had collected his money before. They only felt their heads numb, as if a knife was gently scraping, which made people afraid. However, the temptation of the gold bar was still greater than the temptation of death. Everyone lowered their heads and dared not look at Qin Mu, there was a faint fire hidden in their eyes.

No one seems to question what the child said before. His nose is particularly sensible and can smell something that others cannot smell. For example, wealth. Under his leadership, several people who seek shelter from Huajie have honestly handed over their wealth and become members of Huajie refugees.

Later, in the county annals of Huajie, there is a record that said that this period became the most frequent period for the wealthy people in Ningcheng. In order to survive, many wealthy people paid high prices to buy their lives, and the person who finally took away the money from the wealthy people is still missing.

The crowd was growing, exceeding unprecedented numbers. Qin Mu held a few runes in his hand, and his anger was hidden in his heart, but he also knew that he could not blame them. First, they were just refugees and did not know Qin Mu. Second, even if they knew him, they could not recognize him. Qin Mu was disguised at this time.

Thinking of this, Qin Mu was a little puzzled. He was trying to disguise himself for Mao before?

As the crowd was getting more and more, a small dirty hand stretched out from the crowd, but his purpose was not the schoolbag that Zhao Laoshi carried, but the butt wrapped in a tight red skirt.

"Damn!" Zhao Laoshi heard this roar, and threw the bag in his hand directly to the at a loss monk behind him, rushed into the crowd to deal with the bold little bastard. Damn, a dignified policeman actually let a little beggar molest. How can this be done?

The monk held the luggage with a puzzled look on his face. Suddenly, he noticed that the people around him were immediately red. I don’t know who shouted, but he felt that everyone around him pounced on him. Everyone’s hands reached towards the luggage. The monk had to bow his waist, open the Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle, and put the bag tightly under him to resist the fists and attacks of many people.

The monk who drove the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle was completely an old turtle that could not be beaten. Ordinary psychics could do nothing to him. Not to mention that they were just ordinary people, everyone felt that their hands and feet were about to be interrupted, but the other party was still as motionless as a mountain, like a stone in that kind, smelly and hard.

The moment the crowd rushed towards him, Qin Mu also rushed towards the crowd. Of course, his runes were useless, just using his own fists and heels to fight each other.

But the facts prove that Qin Mu is really not a fight. If Zhao Lao Li hadn't helped him from time to time, I'm afraid Qin Mu would have already become a pig head. Even with the help of someone like Zhao Lao Shi who is still a little bit of a foundation in fighting, Qin Mu was so colorful that his beard was torn halfway, and there was a black green under the corners of his eyes.

Qin Mu was furious. Whoever hit him, he would punch him, no matter where he hit him. He would suffocate his fist after he had finished blowing, bite him after he had finished slapping, and grab him after he had finished biting.

For a moment, Qin Mu's unruly and almost rogue style of play prevailed. Although there was a color on his face, the crowd confronting Qin Mu retreated in fear, especially with the few people closest to Qin Mu, with bright red blood marks on his face. Qin Mu now felt that there were too many flesh stuffed in his nails, and he could vaguely see the blood threads in his hands.

Zhao Laoshi used orthodox fighting techniques, which was quite sensible. At least several people in the crowd had him undressed, and his arms were hanging weakly. Gradually, no one dared to approach, because Zhao Laoshi and Qin Mu were one left and one right, protecting Yu Nan and Yu Xiu and the monk in the middle of the team. So when the crowd confronted them began to be timid, the two sides stopped and confronted each other panted.

After a fight, Zhao Laoshi's red skirt torn a lot, revealing the strong muscles on his thighs. Gu Yong shaved Zhao Laoshi's legs torn clean for a spoof. And the most outrageous thing was that in this chaotic fight, which could not be found where the underwear could be found, Zhao Laoshi's curly hair that reached his waist had not been torn off. It was a miracle.
Chapter completed!