"Trouble?" Liu Mang looked at the man lightly and said coldly: "Gerre, there must be trouble, but it's not our trouble, but his trouble!"

As soon as Liu Mang finished speaking, the group of jcs surrounded Gerile and Liu Mang.

The man in the lead glanced at him and said coldly: "Cuff me away."

Swish!

Several JC took out their handcuffs and strode forward, preparing to arrest Liu Mang and Gerile.

Liu Mang looked at the police officers in front of him indifferently and said indifferently: "Wait for a moment!"

"What? Resistance to arrest?" A young man said coldly, touching the baton on his waist with one hand.

"No. I just want to ask why we were arrested!" Liu Mang said lightly.

"Because you hurt our foreign friends and damaged the image of the country." A man said coldly.

"Foreign friend?" Liu Mang's lips curled up a cold look and stared at the man coldly: "Do you know that he was forcing a woman in our country on the plane?"

The man's face changed and he immediately said, "I know, but this cannot be a reason for you to hit people."

"What's more, he is the son of a diplomat and official in Country D. If he is beaten by you, it will affect the image of our country."

"Bang!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, Liu Mang slapped him and slapped him directly on the man's face.

The man staggered, took a few steps back, and his face turned red and swollen.

"Asking him will affect the image of the country, then you shouldn't be able to hit you, right?" Liu Mang looked at the man whose face was swollen by his slap and said coldly.

Seeing this, the man in the lead darkened his face and shouted angrily: "Give me a strong uniform!"

Sizzle!

As soon as the man finished speaking, a sound of electric batons and electric current sounded around him.

Gerile's face turned cold, and his huge body stepped forward, standing next to Liu Mang like a mountain: "Boss, should you take action?"

Swish!

The face of JC around him changed, and his face suddenly became solemn.

The aura emitted by the man Gerile, who was two meters tall, was like a beast, which made them instantly full of fear.

Liu Mang glanced at a man in front of him and said indifferently: "If you want to do something, you must do it, but you are not here."

"Where is that?" Gerile said in a deep voice.

"Go to prison!" Liu Mang said indifferently.

"Okay!" Gerile looked at the jc around him coldly and nodded.

Hearing the words of Liu Mang and Gerile, the leading man immediately ordered: "Come to me!"

Liu Mang looked at the jc slowly approaching indifferently and said lightly: "We can go to the police station with you, but we do not accept the treatment of being handcuffed."

"You can't help!" the man in charge said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Liu Mang's eyes narrowed slightly.

And at this moment, several men rushed over... They did not pounce on Liu Mang, but on Gerile... In their eyes, Gerile was even more terrifying than Liu Mang.

Because Liu Mang did not speak, Gerile did not resist and stood to let these jcs control it.

"Hmm? What's going on with your hands?" Suddenly, a man's face changed and he shouted coldly.

Everyone looked at him and saw the man holding one of Gerile's arms tightly... The sleeves of that arm were very long and the hand could not be stretched out.

In an instant, everyone's eyes stared at the arm, filled with solemnity and alertness.

"Unlock his sleeves!" The man in the lead stared at Gerile.

Swish!

Grile's sleeves were unbuttoned.

The moment he untied it, a bare arm with a broken palm appeared in front of everyone.

"Is it a disabled person?" Seeing Gerile's hand, the man's face changed immediately, and then he looked at the man in the lead: "Captain, do you need to handcuff this?"

"Do you want to let go of this disabled?" The European and American man who had been staring at Gerile and Liu Mang frowned and immediately said angrily.

"Mr. Dushal, this person is a little special..." A man frowned and said to the European and American man.

However, before he finished speaking, the man roared: "Even if he was a waste who had broken his hands and feet, he would handcuff me. Otherwise, I would tell my dad about my experience in China, and even the whole world..."

Disability? Waste?

When the man spoke, Gerile's eyes were red as blood. The words hurt his heart and reminded him of the imprisoned life that was completely humiliated.

"Ah, boss, I want to kill someone!" Gerile roared, exuding the breath of a beast all over his body.

Liu Mang's heart was a little ached in an instant. It would be fine if Gerile suffered humiliation abroad, but if he still suffered humiliation when he came to China... he was not worthy of being the boss. What is the use of Gerile's identity as a demon hunter?

Thinking of this, Liu Mang's eyes became completely cold, and he said coldly: "Gerelle, today, you will do your best. If something happens, we witch hunters will carry you, and I will carry you."

"Roar!" Gerile let out an angrily roar, and the jcs around him who controlled him flew out directly.

Seeing this, the leader's face changed drastically and he roared: "No! Come on me. Control him!"

Swish!

The surrounding jcs rushed towards Grile together.

But, why are they Gerile's opponents? They were directly slapped by Gerile...

In just over a dozen seconds, all the dozens of jcs lay on the ground and roared in horror: "No, hurry, please support quickly. This... these two people are too dangerous."

In an instant, the entire airport alarm was blowing and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

However, Liu Mang and Gerile directly ignored the tense atmosphere... The two of them both looked on the European and American man, and their eyes were filled with indifference.

Seeing Liu Mang and Gerile's cold eyes, the man's face changed drastically and he shouted in horror: "You...what do you want to do? I am the son of a diplomat in D.R. If you dare to touch me, your country will not let you go!"

"You are the son of Marl, a diplomat in D?" Liu Mang was a light man.

"Yes, I'm his son. My name is Dushal. So, you can't touch me!" the man said in a threatening tone in horror.

"Since that's the case, you should know this kind of card, right?" Liu Mang said indifferently.

As he said that, he took out a gold card from his pocket and shook it in front of the man.

Looking at the card in Liu Mang's hand, the man's face changed slightly. For some reason, he seemed to have seen such a card.

The change in the man's expression could not be hidden from Liu Mang's eyes. Liu Mang glanced at the man and said indifferently: "Looking at your expression, you should have seen such a card, but now you can't remember what the card is, right?"

The man's pupils shrank slightly. Yes, he was sure he had seen it, but he just couldn't remember what the jam was.

"Lyon family!" Liu Mang said four words lightly.

"Lyon family?" The man was shocked... Suddenly, he screamed in horror: "Lyon family... This is the gold diamond card of the Lyon family."

"You...how did you have the Lyon family's gold diamond card?"

The man's voice was filled with unprecedented horror.

He has seen this kind of card once, and once at the home of the foreign minister of D. It is said that there are only ten cards in the entire D country.

How can this Chinese have that kind of card? How is this possible?

"No, you will never have that kind of stuck. You are lying to me, right? You are lying to me, right?" Suddenly, the man roared angrily.

Seeing that the man became so frightened when he saw the card in Liu Mang's hand, the jcs lying on the ground were shocked and looked puzzled.

"Will you know soon if you are lying to you?" Liu Mang looked at the man indifferently, then took out his cell phone and called a Oceanwide phone: "Fili, does your country D have a diplomatic name. The official name is Mar?"

Fili is Fili, the patriarch of the Lyon family.

"Mar?" Philip frowned slightly on the other end of the phone, and then said, "I haven't heard of it before. What's wrong? Did this person mess with you, the god of death?"

"His son has offended me." Liu Mang said indifferently.

Fili's face froze on the other end of the phone, and his tone became serious: "Wait for me, I'll check who this Mar is."

"Yes!" Liu Mang responded lightly.

When Liu Mang was calling, the man named Dushal looked at Liu Mang in disbelief.

Filey?

Could it be that Philip, the patriarch of the Lyon family?

Looking at Liu Mang holding the phone and disdaining to look at him, Dushal's bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

A dangerous aura enveloped him, making him feel more and more suffocated.

And when Dushal was panicked, Fili's voice sounded again.

"My friend, our country really has a diplomat named Mar. His son is Dushal. I have sent you his message. Can you see if it is him?"

"Okay. Very good, Philip." Liu Mang nodded, then opened the photo sent by Philip.

Looking at the photos sent by Feili and Dusal standing in front of him, Liu Mang's mouth curled up a cold amplitude and said indifferently: "Fili. I received the message you sent. It was that person."
To be continued...