Chapter 1833 - Verdant Love Letter 38

　　For Xing s.h.i.+'er to kneel in front of this group of lopsided cracked dates?

　　Heh, these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds actually dare to think about it!

　　Even if Feng Xinglang agreed, Xing s.h.i.+'er would not agree!

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er exhaled a breath of cold air: This Feng Xinglang is reliable, and gives him enough face!

　　In fact, what Xing s.h.i.+'er was most worried about was that in order to show off his abilities to his wife and children, Feng Xinglang would actually force foster father Hetun to force him to kneel in front of that group of rats!

　　That would be very painful!

　　Fortunately, Prince Xing isn't that kind of person!

　　Not only was he not that kind of person, he was also giving him face, which made Xing s.h.i.+'er have an even better impression of him.

　　"He can't take it! "I can take it!"

　　The leader of the group spread out his legs, then patted his own leg, "Crawl through me and forget about it!"

　　You want Xing s.h.i.+'er to humiliate you under it?

　　He was really f * * king getting more and more outrageous! And he was seeking death!

　　However, Feng Xinglang had promised his wife before, that he wouldn't use violence to solve this problem.

　　"Well... I'm afraid it's even more inappropriate! "

　　Feng Xinglang's handsome face still carried a smile. He took a step forward and lightly patted the little head's shoulder, and then pulled his hand over and touched his waist.

　　"What's wrong with it? This old man f * cking feels that it's very suitable! "

　　The item he touched caused the young leader to be slightly stunned.

　　"Have you touched it?"

　　Feng Xinglang smiled lightly and lowered his voice, "The reason I said it wasn't appropriate … Because he's the same as me, a special police officer! "

　　"... You want to scare laozi with a f * cking toy gun? " The little leader snorted.

　　"You don't believe me, right?" Feng Xinglang laughed sinisterly, "Then try using your brain!"

　　This gun really wasn't a toy gun. It was taken from Xing s.h.i.+si before he stood up.

　　Seeing that the little leader's face had turned green, Feng Xinglang knew that his threats had begun to show results.

　　"Of course, as special police, we will not kill innocent people!"

　　Feng Xinglang knew that if he did not show them something, it would be hard to convince them. So he leaned over and lowered his voice, "Whether we're special police or not, you'll know at once!"

　　Feng Xinglang raised his well-defined finger and pointed it at the three robust men next to the little leader, "Within three seconds, I will have all three of their foreheads hung with color! Of course, it's only to the end! "