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Chapter 600: What is the most important

Qian Nasser always felt a little nervous. Although they Westerners don’t care about any whim and have this kind of response, he always felt something was wrong.

Of course he knew who those black people were, and he could see clearly everyone's depth.

For example, Bright, the bald black man, was kicked off his ribs and his family runs a car rental company. He is also worth a lot of money. He plays with guns, cars, women and e-sports, and falls into the sugar-coated shells of capital. This kind of life will make people disgusted!

The monotonous life makes them feel like they are not fun.

So at this time, an organization called "find     happiness" came into being. The most basic requirement is that the family must be middle class and then have a certain background. Everyone's slogan is: Find the happiness of crime!

Typically, you have nothing to do when you are full.

The man Channaser called: Hicks, nicknamed: Jigs, a rich child from a local London family with assets of over 100 million US dollars. His father is the assistant police district director of the northern region and has real power. His mother is the executive director of a company. His daily work is to drive a luxury car to bomb streets in several downtown areas, and he never lacks money.

Their incident was too much. Stealing and robbing were all trivial matters. Even rumors that the robbery of bank armored vehicles in London was related to them. Of course, this was just a rumor. Channath did not dare to say much. His father was his boss’s boss!

If you want to eat, you can't talk nonsense.

Channaser took a deep breath in this compartment, pushed open the door and walked out. He didn't say anything. Anyway, according to the procedures, the Asian man looked deep and there was no need to be stuck in the middle.

Danielle was taken out by the female police officer. When she saw Tang Dao sitting, her eyes lit up and ran to him. She was very timid. Tang Dao touched her head and looked at Robert who was walking out from the other side. The old man was old and treated well. At least he didn't have any blue or purple on his face. Johnniu's law enforcement officers were notoriously rude.

Prison abuse incidents occur one after another. Every year, there are hundreds of mortals who die at this time. This incident was once disclosed in the Times, causing serious negative news. I have been fooled by several senior officials, which is an explanation for the public.

"Mr. Channaser, my client has paid the bail as per procedure. We can leave." The white lawyer pressed his glasses with his hands and said. Channaser nodded. The lawyer walked to Tang Dao, "Mr. Nicholas, the matter is done."

"Let's go."

Tang Dao took Danielle's hand, comforted Robert a few words, and the group walked out of the door.

The Westminster Abbey police district is an important duty point in London, so the place is very large and the decoration is very modern. If the two-story stairs slide down the feet on rainy days, you can start the seat directly.

Boom boom boom boom~!

As soon as I walked out, I heard the harsh roar of the engine and saw seven or eight colorful supercars dressed in a speeding plaza in front of me.

Tang Dao stopped and looked at it condescendingly. The sound was so ugly. It was not as rhythmic as the sound of the tracks of the tank, not to mention the atmospheric oppressive feeling of transport aircraft. Men sometimes seem too low to play with cars, and rich people play with ships and airplanes...

A chic tail swing, the first car isdera, orgmendatore, 112i, a super classic model, the double-wing door is full of technology. When it came out in 1990, the price was 980,000 US dollars!

And behind it, Bugatti eb110, panoz    esperante   gtr,1lister   storm…

They are all super sports cars, and the combined prices of these cars are about 5 million US dollars, which is an extremely shocking luxury item.

The door of the 112i was opened, and a tall and thin white young man wearing dark green work pants and a flat head, with dark skin. He was wearing short sleeves this day, either a fool or a show-off. There were some young people behind him, and this posture looked like a group fight.

The little angel and others standing next to him looked solemn, and gradually protected Tang Dao, Danielle, and Robert, who was powerless to tie a chicken.

"You guys beat Bright?" The young white man stood under the steps, putting his hands on his hips and asked loudly, his tone was very harsh and he didn't understand politeness at all. Tang Dao was too lazy to deal with such uneducated people. Moreover, they were all rich second generations who had eaten enough, thinking that God was the eldest, the second, the third, and he felt that he was awesome when he walked.

If you argue with such a person, you can't afford to lose this person.

Tang Dao looked at his watch, lowered his head and touched Danielle, "How about taking you to steak with brother?"

The group walked down the steps as they spoke.

When the white young man saw that Tang Dao and the others ignored him, he lost his face. He blushed and embarrassedly rushed over, but was stopped by several bodyguards.

bodyguard?

They don’t care. These people have bodyguards at home, but they just don’t bother to pull them out. They just think that they are just rich Asians.

"Gentlemen, please don't bother my boss, please shut up." The little angel put his right hand on the corner of his mouth, his head lowered slightly, and his eyes looked at everyone on the other side with a calm look. The white young man still smelled wine. Even at this distance, the little angel could smell it. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Tang Dao. Just as he was about to speak, a word popped out, "I..."

Peng!

The little angel twisted his waist and punched the white young man's left cheek with one punch. The other party's erect body fell down stiffly, closed his eyes, and twitched with one punch. The little angel twisted his fist, "Let you stop talking nonsense!"

This punch made the air suddenly quiet, but then the rich second generation became angry. They were the only ones who bullied others in the London area, and no outsiders bullied their own people? I don’t know who shouted, and six or seven people rushed up, some of them holding more hidden weapons, such as iron finger condoms, etc., which made it painful to hit people.

The little angel rushed up with three bodyguards, lowered his body toward the black man with glasses, dodged the other party's punch, and then held his legs and pulled them in place. The other party fell down and fell to the ground without stubbornness. Then he went up and kicked his face!

Who can withstand it?

A bodyguard pinched the famous thin little girl and painted her smoky makeup. She was dressed up in a shiny way, pressed her to the glass of a sports car, and hit her head hard on it. She screamed, covered her head and lay on the ground with a scream.

No matter if you are a man or a woman, one punch.

"Mr. Yoshimoto, I'll leave it to you." Tang Dao said to lawyer Tsai beside him.

Yoshimoto was once awakened and could not tell the pain. He was a famous lawyer in London. Most of these people had seen him. His family was in good condition and so many people had such a problem. If he didn't give a reasonable explanation, he would probably suffer. But he nodded without hesitation, "Don't worry, Mr. Nicholas, they tried to attack you, but you just fought back first. This is a reasonable risk avoidance."

Sure enough, what is important is a lawyer, truth or morality?

Damn, money is important!

The most important thing is that Yoshimoto knows who Tang Dao is and what kind of energy is behind him. I can only say that these second generations are too unlucky. Anything you want to find him, aren’t you looking for death?

He watched Tang Dao and others leave before calling an ambulance, and by the way... he called the police. Why didn't anyone come out at this time?

In fact, Channath already knew about the conflict outside, and then he also got Nicholas' identity from a "friend" who had a good relationship.

md.

It's better to pretend to be cowardly.
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