Walking out of the square building, standing at the door, Tang Dao's left hand was still in his pocket, where was there any anger on his face? There was only a kind of mockery, "These gentlemen thought they lived in the 19th century, and the sky that never set was dark."

"Boss, then let's cooperate with them..." said the little angel.

"Don't be anxious, why are you panic? They are more anxious than us. If they don't have eyes, then the more chips we will have in the future?" Tang Dao smiled. The muscles on his face were protruding, and a trace of dimples were clamped. The little angel nodded in a vague way. At this moment, the Motorola in his bag vibrated. He picked it up and took it a few times, and then hurriedly said to Tang Dao, "Boss, something happened."

Tang Dao:?

...

"Hey, gentlemen, don't do this." Robert stood in front of Danielle and reached out to block the black men in front of him. They were also dressed beautifully, and they were middle-class black men. They also had earrings or nose rings on their faces, etc., and they looked so careless.

Danielle hid behind Robert in fear.

They were originally visiting Westminster Abbey. Danielle saw a black man stealing and shouted. Robert next to him couldn't stop him. The victim hurriedly covered his wallet and ran away in panic. The black man who had cut off his money was very angry, especially when he saw Danielle dressed well, he had other ideas.

For example, make a vote!

"Damn it, you let me not do business, you have to compensate us." One of the black girls with dreadlocks said.

Robert protected Danielle, "Yes, please calm down, how do you think you will compensate."

Robert was so happy. It was precisely because he agreed that the black men looked at each other and became more courageous. A bald black man took a step forward and looked at Robert, stretching out his palm, "5,000 US dollars."

"Gentlemen, this price is too high, you are blackmailing..."

"Grandpa Robert, there is a jc over there." Danielle said behind the back. As expected, the old man saw two jcs holding drinks not far away. They were sitting in the chairs and didn't want to come. Instead, they looked at them with interest. Roberto hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, but was pushed down by the bald black man. He staggered and almost couldn't stand steadily. He took out a fruit knife from his pocket and pointed at Robert's chest, fiercely, "Old guy, here, no one can meddle in other people's business, either give money or we take this girl away!"

No matter what their identity is, it is enough for rich people.

"Sir, you are so unfriendly." Robert also shook his head. The bald black man saw two tall and strong men in suits running over from not far away. When he screamed, he must be the other person's bodyguard. At this time, he either ran away or continued to do it.

These people are also very well-dominated, and they have people to wipe their butts in everything, which makes them a little arrogant, especially if they leave, how ugly it will be? They are all in their early twenties, and this is the biggest problem of face.

The bald black man whispered, picked up the fruit knife and stabbed Robert in the abdomen.

But fortunately, the bodyguard behind came quickly. He jumped up and kicked the bald black man in the chest. He could hear the sound of bone breaking. The latter smoothed nearly 3 meters on the ground before stopping, covering his chest, and screaming.

"Be careful, Mr. Robert." The bodyguard said, taking out a stick from his arms, and the two rushed over, fighting at them, beating them with howling. The little girl was grabbed and pressed to the ground with her hair, stepping on her head, her face was covered with blueness, and blood was covered with the corners of her mouth.

There are tourists in this cathedral, and there is never a shortage of tourists to watch the fun. Although I was surprised by the British public security, I was even more surprised by the strength of these two strong men. With an elbow, I beat a black man close to 190 to the ground. This movement is so cool.

"stop!"

JC, who was sitting on the chair, jumped up and ran over. One of them pulled out his gun and shouted red-faced, "Drop down the weapon, hold your head, hold your head!"

No matter how high the method is, there is no one in his hands, he still has to be obedient. He threw down the stick and looked at the black people rolling around the ground, with broken legs and broken hands. The move was really heavy. They called for support. There was a police station near Westminster Abbey, and all of them were taken away. The black people were pulled away by ambulances.

In the police station, Robert and Danielle were interrogated separately.

"What's your name?" A female policewoman saw that Danielle was young and spoke gently.

"Danielle Amelia." The little guy still answered honestly.

"You fight in public places and hurt others."

Danielle was angry with her eyebrows, "It was them who asked us to make trouble. They were thieves. They wanted to kill us."

"But we asked the people on duty, and they said they didn't see it, they only saw you hurt people." A middle-aged man standing next to him said, "We have evidence, the hospital proved that they were very serious on their hands, and one of them had four broken ribs."

When the middle-aged man saw Danielle not speaking, he raised his lips. This kind of girl could just scare her. Just as he was about to tell the policewoman that Danielle had signed, he heard a knock on the door. A colleague came in and lay down in his ear and said a few words. The middle-aged man frowned and walked out.

"What happened? Joseph?" asked the policewoman.

"They are not ordinary people, and the director has some headaches." Joseph shrugged.

When the middle-aged man walked to the hall, he saw an Asian sitting in a rest chair not far away smoking. Four or five strong men stood in front of the window. Before he could speak, one of the white men wearing glasses showed their lawyer's certificate, "Mr. Channaser, I am Miss Danielle's lawyer, and I want to meet my client."

"They have dangerous attack power and are seriously injured..."

"I want to meet my client, this is my right." The lawyer repeated it again.

Qian Nasser's face was so ugly that he could only make way for half a seat. He looked at the Asian and wanted to walk over, but was stopped. The little angel had a dark face, "Sorry, sir, our boss doesn't like the disturbances of unrelated people."

No one!

Qian Nasser looked ugly, but there was no choice but to snort coldly, stand beside him with a dark face, but then stood for a while, then left to the small room next to him, and secretly made a call with the landline inside.

"What happened, Bright and the others got involved."

"Who is the other party!"

"I don't know, I'm an Asian," Channath said.

"Asian? Let him wait!" The other party hung up the phone after saying that.

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Chapter completed!