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When Meng Fei heard the word Luo Xiang, he thought it was Mr. Luo who changed his career to be a law enforcement officer?
But after he carefully observed the traffic squadron leader Luo Xiang in front of him.

Ah!
It is certain that this person is not Teacher Luo.

Apart from the same name, in other places, regardless of height, weight, appearance, and hairstyle, Mr. Luo is obviously a crushing existence.

Besides, Mr. Luo is a writer, poet, lawyer, outlaw, philosopher, thinker, writer...

How can it be compared to the traffic squadron leader in front of him?
Since it's not Teacher Luo, Meng Fei plans to show no mercy later.

"I never strike first in a fight, because once I strike, death will take you away."

Meng Fei closed his eyes, stood where he was, with no expression on his face, with one hand behind his back, the other pointing at squadron leader Luo Xiang, and said contemptuously.

Zhang San and Li Si looked at Meng Fei's handsome back, his eyes stared like a yo-yo, his expression was ferocious, are you coming?
Deadly punch! ! !
All the traffic law enforcers watching the battle, saw Meng Fei's posture, movements, and expressions at this time, and their bodies began to retreat uncontrollably.

It was as if there was an invisible force of gravity pressing on them at this moment.

Faced with this gravity, the squadron leader Luo Xiang's forehead, chest, back, and entire body were soaked in sweat at this moment. He was panting heavily, as if his body would dehydrate and fall backward due to the irresistible force in the next second.

This is an instinctive reaction of the body when the brain over-secretes adrenaline in the face of fear.

"What a terrifying sense of oppression!"

Luo Xiang pursed his lips, just about to launch an attack, his feet softened, and his whole body fell straight backward.

Zhang San and Li Si looked at the squadron leader who fell to the ground and were completely stunned, even though they had deduced no less than 1400 million possibilities.

I didn't expect Saitama-sensei to defeat the squadron leader in this way in the end.

It is unheard of throughout the ages to defeat an opponent with just momentum.

Do not!
There is no more today, because they have just witnessed history.

The law enforcers who watched the battle around saw the squadron leader's body falling backwards, the stalwart body in his heart was broken, and the giant no longer existed, because Meng Fei defeated not only the squadron leader with his momentum, but also the belief in their hearts.

"Mr. Saitama, can you sign my autograph?"

A young girl ran in from the gate of the police station, holding a pen and a piece of paper in her hand.

This beautiful and charming girl is the daughter of squadron leader Luo Xiang. She had just finished school and unexpectedly came to find her father. She happened to see her father being defeated by Meng Fei with arrogance.

With the sound of this soft loli sound, everyone present was activated one after another, seeming to regain the direction of life.

They took out tickets and pens from their trouser pockets one after another, and ran to Meng Fei's side.

"Mr. Saitama, I hope you can sign us!"

Looking at so many amiable and pretty faces, Meng Fei nodded and said with a smile: "Women are first, line up and come one by one."

There were many foreign friends in the Chinatown Traffic Squadron, and among them were some unrestrained white girls. They even took off their police uniforms while Meng Fei was not paying attention, and asked him to leave his signature on their chests.

What to say to want his signature to accompany them to sleep forever.

As a good man in China, how could Meng Fei act in such a way that violated the precepts of his ancestors, and immediately declared and sternly rejected them.

And angrily said: "After today, don't take off your clothes in front of these yellow-skinned boys. You believe in Jesus, and we believe in our ancestors."

The white horse is over.

Squadron leader Luo Xiang held Meng Fei's hand, with red eyes, he said reluctantly: "Mr. Qiyu, after you go back, will the manga be updated normally?"

Pointing to the sky, Meng Fei made a promise, "Don't worry! I will definitely, if not, I will punch you with at most two punches, and I will be able to break out of the manga and send the author to heaven."

Zhangsan and Lisi looked at Meng Fei who was walking away, and shouted: "Mr. Qiyu, tell Miss Longjuan that we have always loved her deeply."

……

Not long after Meng Fei walked out of the traffic squadron in Chinatown, his 8848 titanium mobile phone rang.

"Grandpa, your grandson is calling you!"

"Hi! Peter."

"What? You said you were going to a boxing match! And let me accompany you!"

"What? You don't have to go to jail if you beat someone to death, and you get a $3000 bonus if you win a match!"

……

New York City, Queens, underground boxing arena.

Meng Fei looked at Peter who was late, and asked, "Didn't you ask me to arrive at seven in the evening? Why didn't you arrive at 08:30?"

Peter didn't analyze it, but silently pulled down the zipper of his coat, revealing the red homemade wrestling suit inside.

Seeing this suit, Meng Fei's thoughts flew wildly, and he returned to yesterday in an instant.

Immediately he understood why the old fart came here to fight black fists today.

It was all because he saw Mary getting into someone else's luxury car after school today, and he was jealous and wanted to get one too.

Pick up girls with luxury cars!

Looking at Peter's clear eyes, Meng Fei said confidently: "Old fart, I recently learned a new kind of magic called fortune-telling, do you want to try it?"

"There is still this kind of magic?!"

Peter has also seen Harry Potter, and he was deeply impressed by the countless magic in it, but he has never heard of this kind of magic called "fortune-telling".

Meng Fei rubbed his little hands, smiled gracefully and said: "Ten dollars a time, whether you want to play or not."

"Forget it! I might as well buy two cheeseburgers for ten dollars." Peter shook his head, expressing his reluctance.

Seeing that Peter was ignorant, Meng Fei felt unwilling and embarrassed, and said, "What's the matter! It's free for the first time."

"Really! Is there such a good thing?" Peter hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, and said, "Play!"

So Meng Fei started his flickering mode.

I saw Meng Fei's mouth full of words: "Heaven's spirit, earth's spirit, Taishang Laojun will show up soon, if I'm right, you came here today to fight black fists, probably to buy a car!"

"And the reason why you bought a black car is to show off in front of Mary. Are you right?"

Peter was dumbfounded after listening to Meng Fei's series of speeches.

Because what Lao Meng said was exactly the same as what he thought in his heart?
If it weren't for being friends with Lao Meng and knowing that he was a person, Peter would have thought Meng Fei was a roundworm in his stomach.

He hurriedly said: "Lao Meng, do the math again, what are the chances of me winning tonight?"

"Ten dollars!"

"Quickly calculate, when I win the money, I will pay you double?" Peter said anxiously, rubbing his little hands.

So Meng Fei turned on the flicker mode again: "The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, Guanyin Bodhisattva is about to appear, you will win tonight, but you can only take a hundred dollars."

"Really, I must win?!" Peter frowned, teased, and said happily: "It's weird? Why can I only get a hundred dollars when I win?"

"Hey~", Meng Fei sighed, and said helplessly: "Old fart! The water in this boxing world is too deep, you can't control it at such a young age."