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When he spoke again, he was relatively calm, but he did not say it to this group of people. Instead, he stopped a passing clerk and asked clearly about the procedures required to take people away.

The moment the three of them spoke, she had already finished sizing up this small space and accurately found the location of the target person. He was the tallest among the group of people and had the best sitting posture. He is upright, even with his head lowered, his upright waist is very eye-catching, and you can notice it with just a glance.

I don't know what he was thinking about. He was so absorbed in it that even making such a big noise didn't make him raise his head to take a look. No matter how noisy the people around him were, it seemed that it had nothing to do with him. Just immersed in his own thoughts.

After the formalities were completed and a series of procedures were signed to ensure that he had gone through them, the uncle in charge called him: "Fu Tingkun, you can go with her."

Being called by her name only made him snap out of his wits. When he heard the word 'she', he raised his head. He accurately captured her figure with just one glance. He suddenly stood up and looked at the person sitting next to him. I was shocked.

Seeing Zhao Wenduo's series of handover operations and his name being called out again, Wan Wenbing said belatedly: "Third sister, didn't you come here to pick us up?"

Wu You and Xu Liang were nearby and felt it was a pity that it was over and they were not picking us up. Others were waiting.

Li Madgou said to the man who was enjoying the misfortune: "You're just being sentimental. I didn't say I was here to pick you up. How could you have such a big face and call me sister, sister? There's no use trying to get close to me. I'm just stupid." Let’s go, ha—”

These two were mortal enemies, and they had been fighting for many years without a real winner. They can't meet each other either. If they are in a confrontation, they will have to fight. If they can't do it, they will use their mouths. They have to find a way to gain some advantages and suppress the other party.

This fight was a bit confusing, with both sides losing, and the real winner was the boy named Fu. Even so, it was not possible for the two parties to temporarily reach an alliance front, and the short-term friendship was not even friendly.

The two parties sat in rows facing each other, and each of them, with bruises and swollen faces, didn't waste time in scolding each other. They misunderstood the uncle who was handling the fight. It wasn't until I asked around that I realized that these people who had been making trouble for a long time didn't understand at all. In a fight, the one who takes action is the one.

I've seen people fighting, but I've never seen people fighting like this. Normally, whoever hits me is the one I look for. But when I got here, my style changed. I won’t look for anyone who hits me. Whoever gets beaten like me, I will scold.

The most amazing thing is that people on both sides were beaten, and instead of making trouble for the person who hit him, they both helped him and spoke up.

People from Nancheng said: "We were just running down the street to exercise together, and one of us accidentally bumped into Brother Fu, which caused him some misunderstandings and thought his personal safety was threatened, so we took action out of a defensive nature. We But Chun Chun didn’t even try to fight back when he was beaten.”

People from Beicheng said: "We came out to pick up our brothers and take them home for lunch. This guy Fu thought he was their helper and knocked us down before he could even explain. It was really a misunderstanding. Things that shouldn't have happened are all caused by this slow mouth."

Wu You, the only one who did not suffer any injuries, said: "I had diarrhea last night and didn't eat this morning. I was weak and my legs became weak after walking for only two steps. I accidentally bumped into my brother Fu. He was kind-hearted and helped me." I have to thank him for not falling down, and I have to treat him to dinner later.”

There is something wrong with this argument that is full of loopholes. Not to mention the public servants, it is not difficult for ordinary people to tell the difference after a little analysis. Everyone is full enough to go out for a run at noon. Do you need a group to pick up your brothers for dinner? There is also the one who has diarrhea and loose stools. If he is weak and his legs are weak, he should take medicine. Just lie down on the bed and rest. If he goes out for a walk on the street, will his legs be hurt or can he replenish his kidneys? My uncle, who had heard about these two groups for a long time, almost slapped the table: everyone should talk properly, don't fool them with their nonsense, and treat him as stupid.

But the problem is, there were many people this time, but there was only one who hit him. Both sides spoke for him. No matter what the purpose was, they didn't say anything about his fault. Either it's a misunderstanding, or it's about doing good deeds, and the whole thing is to establish a good image for people. The key point is that each one of them stretched their arms and legs to show off, grimacing in pain, but still saying it was okay. It was just a scratch, and they didn’t even need to wipe it with alcohol. They could just talk for a while. It's scabbed over.

Repeatedly ensure that your body is in great shape and everything you eat tastes delicious. The main thing is that no one is injured, so we are all fine.

This situation is really difficult to define. The person who was beaten repeatedly expressed misunderstandings, which were all misunderstandings. Not to mention holding people accountable, they are constantly picking people out for fear of defining their nature again.

If this were two people fighting on the street, the one who suffered the loss wouldn't care, and the one who took advantage would even put his arm around the two brothers and call them good friends. Neither of them would admit that it was a fight. That would be just a few words of verbal education, no matter how much more, it would be enough. there is none left.

But this is a group attack, and the nature is somewhat different. Whether it is mild or serious depends on two things.

The uncle who was originally in charge of this matter was planning to wait and ask the team leader for instructions on how to deal with it and whether he should be detained for a few days. But he asked the colleague next to him to remind him: "Xiao Zuo, take a look at that person, something seems not right."

My colleague is a team doctor and happened to come out to deliver the report. He glanced at it as he passed by and said something.

Uncle Xiao Zuo looked in the direction and then carefully observed the man surnamed Fu. Although they did not make any loud noises when they were brought back, there were still some whispers and conversations. But this person with a super high force value was like a saw-mouthed gourd. Not only did he not talk to these people, but he kept his head half-downed and silent from beginning to end, just like a sculpture.

When I asked about him, I only gave him his last name, his phone number and his contact person, but didn't say anything else.

What I know about these processes is the whole process pieced together by other people speaking separately and adding and subtracting.

From his point of view, the reason for taking action was most likely for self-defense. With so many people swarming in front of him, and everyone looking for trouble, everyone had to be on guard. .

Everyone knows that it is better to strike first than to strike later and suffer disaster. In order to prevent oneself from being harmed, it is reasonable to strike appropriately. All I can say is that his behavior was not wrong. However, being mixed up with people from North and South City requires extra attention.

After the team doctor reminded him, uncle Xiao Zuo discovered that the man's entire face was a little red, and there were thin beads of sweat on the tip of his nose and on his temples. But even though there was such a change, he kept his posture unchanged and didn't move at all. Those who didn't know it couldn't notice it at all.