"You guys wait a minute!"

Zhao Qitian directly stopped the three mustaches in suits in a non-yinful tone.

Zhao Qitian's sudden sound caused the three mustaches to stop immediately and look at Zhao Qitian at the same time.

"Is something wrong with you?"

One of the men with a mustache looked at Zhao Qitian and raised his eyebrows slightly, then looked at Zhao Qitian in a gloomy tone and asked.

"Yes! How dare you look at me just now?"

Zhao Qitian raised his brows and pretended to say 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan.

"Looking at you? What's wrong with you?"

The man with the mustache was obviously a little surprised.

Zhao Qitian is obviously trying to cause trouble.

"Fuck, why are you looking at me? You three, take out your ID cards and show them to me."

Zhao Qitian stretched out his hand and demanded.

ID card? You need to look at the ID card at a glance?

The mustached man in front of me had a hint of sharpness in his eyes, and asked with a gloomy look: "Who are you, and why are you looking at our ID cards?"

"I? I am a social security patrolman"

Zhao Qitian sneered.

In fact, the identity Ling Yue gave herself a few months ago is of some use. At least she has a reason to find trouble.

Is there anything wrong with the security guard looking at your ID card?

"Social patrol officer? Where is your certificate?"

asked the moustachioed man.

"My certificate? Are you qualified to see my certificate?"
Chapter completed!