Speaking of provoking trouble, Ferlanchi is an expert; none of the guys who are used to playing underground black fists are good men and women, and they are all little demons who are afraid of the world's chaos.

He quickly changed his fancy clothes and used fixed hairspray to make a cockscomb. Ferlanch confirmed in front of the mirror that he was definitely "Grandma doesn't love my uncle, but she doesn't love her, and her biological mother kicked her feet when she saw her, and then hummed a little song and walked to the small park opposite.

Seven homeless men were actually distributed in a space of about 100 square meters? Felanchi was just laughing. Are these guys who play homeless men all pigs? It's too unprofessional!

You should know that a 100 square meter of activity space cannot provide the survival needs of seven homeless people.

The homeless man in the Lighthouse Kingdom is similar to the Chinese beggars in the "Post Beggars' era". He is scoundrels and asks for money in a shameless way with a hob. His basic skills include spitting on others casually, surrounding the ladies or seemingly weak men in a strange manner, and he can also harm himself if necessary, or even take off his clothes all over his body...

However, although these seven homeless men lived lazily, they were holding empty wine bottles in their hands, and were filled with alcohol. The seemingly confused eyes were hidden in their eyes. Ferlanch fiddled with his cockscomb head and observed the homeless men with his elbows, and found that they often had eye contact.

"Damn it, you're such a stinky shit! You dare to insult my idol?"

After Ferlanch confirmed the locations of the seven homeless men, he twisted his butts and walked by a homeless man leaning against a small fountain.

The tramp was wearing a light green sweater with obvious signs of "aging" on her upper body. She had Elvis's avatar on her chest. Perhaps in order to play the essence of the tramp, Elvis had a half-dry tomato sauce on her face.

Ferlanch suddenly attacked, grabbed the tramp's collar and pulled him hard from the ground. The tramp, who had not received orders from superiors or companions, was about to resist, but he had already pressed his head against his chin.

Ferlanch succeeded with a blow, ran out several meters quickly, came to another homeless man, and roared angrily: "You bunch of bed bugs! All deserve to die!"

A straight punch, then flashed under his feet, quickly transformed into a left hook, breaking the tramp's bones.

Then he rushed again and rushed towards the remaining homeless people.

Although the "Son of Freedom" is powerful, it is not an organization officially recognized by the Lighthouse Country.

This time they gathered people to prepare for the bad intentions of Qian Xuesen, and several people in charge were also arguing endlessly. Time was tight and the task was heavy. Whether to attack head-on or wait for an opportunity to engage in assassination, I still haven't made up my mind yet.

A few days ago, people from this organization had seen the route Qian Xuesen often took, but they always saw Zhou Wenqiang accompanying and protecting him. This famous Oriental Strongman in Apple City has long been a person who has been on the organization's "warning list", so they have never dared to do it easily.

Today is Sunday. According to convention, Qian Xuesen and his wife will come to this small park because Jiang Yingai is sketching here.

After discussion, several operation leaders decided to ambush everyone here. This time, even if Zhou Wenqiang was accompanied to protect him, he would have to rely on more people to directly kill Qian Xuesen.

But I never thought that before Qian Xuesen and his wife came, they waited for Ferlanchi who deliberately provoked trouble.

In the Lighthouse Country, blacks are originally unstable elements, and homeless people are not good things; Ferlanch had a dispute with several homeless people, which was a nostalgic business that the police didn't like to care about, but if other ambushers were triggered, the organization's plans would be exposed.

Before receiving instructions from superiors, only the remaining five "homemen" had begun to gather together to solve the big trouble of Ferlanchi. As for the disguised vendors and nuns, they quietly touched the weapons they were carrying, but did not dare to take action immediately.

There were also two policemen who were facing each other slowly walked towards this side; they were unable to determine whether they should draw their guns, after all, once the "police" intervened, things would become very complicated.

The killers of the organization are waiting for further orders from their superiors, and believe that once the five "tramp accomplices" on their side get serious, the stupid black man will start to be in trouble.

Ferlanch smiled loudly, his feet flashed like a dexterous butterfly, quickly avoiding the dagger in the hand of a "tramp". At the same time, he seized the opportunity and slid forward. After avoiding the opponent's attack, he turned around and swung the guy and flew two meters away.

"Shet! Damn bed bugs, come on! Keep going!"

In order to be concealed enough, the killers of the organization were not everyone carrying firearms. At least these seven homeless men just hid daggers.

These well-trained killers obviously could not gain any advantage in front of Franchi who was fully alert with just one dagger. After a few encounters, although Franchi suffered several minor injuries on the skin, as long as the opponent was seized by him, he would punch one. His tons of punches could knock down a calf, not to mention that these guys who were just proficient in assassination.

"There's a problem! This is probably not an occasional conflict. The black man should be a professional boxer. He did it on purpose and our people were discovered!"

In an apartment near the small park, a tall man with long blond hair draped down his shoulders slightly narrowed his eyes like a falcon: "If things get big and the police come, they will soon find out that our people will completely lose the opportunity to kill money!"

"Shet! Stupid White Palace! They didn't know at all how huge threat it would be to the Lighthouse Country if they let the money go! If it weren't for those hypocritical and honest guests, we wouldn't have been so passive!"

A man in blue wearing a hat and whose face seemed to be immersed in the darkness said in a low voice: "Since that's the case, I agree with your opinion on Police Brista, Chief Bresta, and start the attack! While the police have not discovered our plan, we still have a great chance!"

“Geeh…”

A pretty woman with red hair, a concave figure and bright eyes like a sea smiled and said, "Actually, there is no need to kill money. I am absolutely sure that he can serve us. Mr. Telephone King and the Sheriff, you should believe me. After all, during the last war, we were national heroes of the Lighthouse Country. Now there are three heroes. Are you still afraid that a weak scholar will escape from our palms?"

"Mari, this is not the time for you to show off. Don't forget that there is also the 'Huaxia Zhou' among the people who protect the money! After the destruction of the Kuchio family, I once went to Renne's villa and found some traces that cannot be caused by human power on the scene! If I was not wrong, this young man from China should be like us, all psychics!"

The man in the hat opposes: "So, for the future of the Lighthouse Kingdom, we cannot take risks. We must kill the money as quickly as possible! And we must be careful of the 'Huaxia Zhou'!"

"Then, let's start..."

The tall blonde man picked up a walkie-talkie and said lightly: "All members take action and kill that black man. The electric king, the heart-eating girl, the three of us rushed to the villa with money, and ignore the matter in the park!"

"receive!"
Chapter completed!