"Does your legs be weak? Sister Lingling!"

Zhao Gang asked with a smile.

"You...you're just weak!"

Huang Lingling's face turned red and she said, "I...I am the party of justice. How could I be afraid and my legs will be weak!"

"Then I'll let go!" Zhao Gang-ling said, trying to let go of his hand.

"Don't!"

Huang Lingling hurriedly shouted, "My legs are a little numb now. I was in the car just now. Please help me for a while!"

As he said that, Huang Lingling felt a little embarrassed.

I am indeed weak in my legs and I am indeed scared.

The more than ten people just now were so powerful. If those people didn't listen to their words and insisted on smashing the door, they would definitely have no choice. If they beat them, they would be able to practice things in the police academy and knock down one or two of them should not be a problem, but if they were more than ten, and fighting with men, they would inevitably suffer losses.

If you can't beat him or scold him or scold him or her, if you ask for support, Wang An, who is having dinner with the city bureau leader, will definitely not let someone come to help him, then he will be in a dilemma.

Just then.

Old Li walked over from the side, looked at Huang Lingling, and said, "Lingling, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. It is a good thing. However, you can manage some things, but you can't manage some things. In Huangyun District, bald people's words are more powerful than Wang Su's words. You... just do it yourself. If bald people have any good actions, Lingling, you should give them a chance!"

"Old Li, you..."

Huang Lingling looked at Lao Li in disappointment and said, "We are all policemen. Don't we just have to fight against these criminals?"

"I thought so when I first graduated from the police academy!" Old Li smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "But when someone left such a scar on my hand and finally I had to write a review, I found that everything was just that I was too stupid and naive. It was a good thing to have a sense of justice, but people with a sense of justice will die quickly."

Huang Lingling looked at the scar on Lao Li's hand that was at least ten centimeters long and shouted, "Old Li, what's going on?"

"More than ten years ago, I was just a little policeman. At that time, the world of FJ was still in the Blood Soul Hall. I took the initiative to take charge of the affairs of the Blood Soul Hall and was taught a lesson. So, Lingling, I don't want you to follow my old path, you can do it yourself." Old Li sighed, shook his head, and walked aside.

"Blood Soul Hall..."

Huang Lingling's face changed a little.

As FJ, no one does not know about the Blood Soul Hall.

It was a super gangster who once had a glorious era.

The sphere of influence extended to Southeast Asia! The leader of the Blood Soul Hall at that time was called the Southeast King!

He can actually carry the word "Wang", and you can imagine how powerful that person is.

However, in recent years, especially in the past seven or eight years, the Blood Soul Hall has gradually faded people's vision. I heard from my friends in the government that the Blood Soul Hall has been completely whitewashed, and now it has withdrawn from the underground world and has become an unexpected commercial group. The leader of the Blood Soul Hall has also become the richest and most powerful person in the entire China.

"Blood Soul Hall?"

Zhao Gangliang was stunned for a moment. Isn’t this my own gang? However, the Blood Soul Hall now does not involve such low-end things as gangsters. According to my own words, ** will be a slander at the end. To make money seriously is the king.
Chapter completed!