Beauty's Supreme Expert

You get beaten up! He got beaten up, and my little money quickly went into his pocket.    

At the reception of the inn, the woman hummed an unknown tune.    

As he happily watched the monitor screen, a series of screams came out from it.    

The auntie had already thought that thousands of dollars would fall into her pocket later on.    

It had to be said that opening an inn was akin to earning money.    

Most of the people who came to stay were passersby, so no one dared to announce what had happened.    

In the end, all they had to do was admit their bad luck and lose some money.    

Of course, if you meet someone who has a bit of a temper, then call the police officer over.    

The first round, the second round.    

In this way, no matter how powerful you are, you still have to obediently pay in the end.    

"This kid from a rich family probably has a lot of money."    

It took a lot of effort for Brother Biao and the others to scream so miserably.    

In the room on the third floor, Brother Biao cried.    

What was going on?    

Who could tell him what was going on?    

The four of them besieged this brat. Not only did they not get any advantage, they instead got beaten up?    

The buzzing in his ears and the pain of his broken leg bones.    

He couldn't recover from the shock, so why?    

The lackey who was last caught by the hand was scared to the point that he peed his pants.    

It was too, too terrifying.    

"I'll stay in your store for two hours. There's still half an hour left."    

Lin Fann waved the iron stick in his hand and said with a smile, "In other words, we can have a good talk for half an hour. Brother Biao, what do you think?"    

Chat, I'm chatting about my family's wealth.    

Seeing Lin Fann's actions, Brother Biao cursed in his heart.    

He used all his strength to prop himself up from the ground and then sneaked his right hand into his pocket.    

When he touched the knife in his pocket, he felt something pressing against his head.    

"Brother Biao, you want to use a knife?"    

Lifting his head to take a look, he saw that the one holding his head up straight was the metal rod.    

Brother Biao was so scared that he trembled and quickly smiled apologetically, "Brat, we were in the underworld, there's no need to make this look so ugly, right?"    

"I don't want to either, Brother Biao."    

Pointing at the woman that leaned against the wall in shock, Lin Fann scolded, "You're looking for such an ugly woman to jump in, this is insulting my taste."    

Brother Biao: "?"    

What do you mean by 'ugly'?    

Dong dong.    

Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door, and two policemen walked in.    

Seeing the situation in the room, they were stunned, then they all stood up and saluted Lin Fann: "Hello, sir."    

"Yes."    

"Yes." Lin Fann threw away the metal rod in his hands and said, "Bring this bunch of people back and uncover this criminal group."    

"Yes, sir."    

Brother Biao was dazed for a long time as he was buckled up.    

Chief, sir?    

He, he's a police officer?    

Staring dumbfoundedly at Lin Fann who left, he swallowed his saliva and asked, "Um, he, he's your leader?"    

"Hmph, stand still and be more honest."    

After locking up Brother Biao, the police officer snorted coldly and said, "You bunch of blind people, provoking someone and actually provoking our superior."    

"Officer, I admit that I fell for it, but let me understand as well."    

Brother Biao was confused and carefully asked: "He's so young, what's his position?"    

"Even our director has to call out to him, don't you think?"    

Bang!    

Brother Biao's legs went soft and he kneeled on the ground in fright.    

Bigger than the director, this, this...    

It's over, it's all over, it's all over.    

Lin Fann, who went down to the first floor, smiled at the aunty, who was still humming, "Your hotel service is pretty good. I'll come back next time when I have the chance."    

"Take care."    

She answered him with a reflex. The next moment, she cursed herself until she was completely dumbfounded. "He, he … Isn't he …"