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When the people inside heard that the police were coming, their faces became tense.

In the final analysis, they were fighting like this for money and to gain the most benefits for themselves.

But now, if the police intervene, the matter will be complicated. They all know in their hearts that what they are doing is illegal and criminal.

If you are caught, you won't be able to settle it by spending some money. You will be imprisoned.

"Did you call the police?" the scalper boss asked, looking at Qian Yiqian who was leaning against the wall and trying to escape.

Qian Yiqian's head shook like a rattle: "How could I call the police? I'm here too. If I'm caught, I'll go in too!"

"If you didn't call the police, how could the police find this place?" the scalper boss asked again.

Qian Yiqian still shook his head.

What the girl doesn't know now is that she was not the one who called the police, but it was Ji An who was looking for clues based on the movie ticket she sold to find the counterfeit ticket den.

"Brother, don't worry about this. You can leave through the back door first..." The scalper leader who hired Qian Yiqian before urged the scalper boss: "When the limelight is over, we will come to settle accounts with these people."

The scalper boss nodded and prepared to escape from behind with a few close men.

The remaining people are not important members. Even if they are caught by the police, they will be questioned as a routine and will be released soon.

The scalpers wanted to leave quickly, Xiaoyue's boyfriend also wanted to escape quickly, and the owner of the printing shop knew better that if he was investigated by the police, all the things he had committed before would be punished. Find out.

Therefore, people from these three parties, plus Qian Yiqian, all wanted to escape quickly before the police encircled them.

They all crowded to the back door, scrambling to get out and slip down the alley.

For a moment, the tall and powerful people were all stuck together, in a dilemma.

"What are you going to do! This is my territory, let me go first!" The printing shop owner yelled: "I am really unlucky for eight lifetimes to meet you people!"

He has been in business for a long time, and this is the first time that he is surrounded by people from all sides like today.

"Shut up! You cheated me of my money, and I haven't settled the accounts with you yet. Now I must leave first!" The scalper boss said while still squeezing out, causing several people to get stuck even tighter. .

"Fuck you," Xiaoyue's boyfriend was also anxious at this time: "I've already given you the fucking money, and you still called me here today to encounter such bad things."

"Do you fucking understand the rules of the world? Let me go first!"

Xiaoyue's boyfriend's words aroused the dissatisfaction of the scalper boss: "You fucking understand the rules of the world? If you knew the rules of the world, would you mess with me?!"

"So what if I fuck you!" Xiaoyue's boyfriend still wanted to do it, but everyone was crowded in the back door and couldn't move at all.

"So what?" The scalper boss gritted his back teeth: "When this is over, you can take a good look at what I want to do!"

"..."

Several people were cursing, and the printing shop owner shouted: "Stop talking nonsense and think of a way. If you don't think of a way, the police will really come, and no one can escape!"

"Then what can you do?" the scalper boss asked the printing shop owner.

The printing shop owner thought for a while: "No one can get out because of the crowd. Now, someone has to step back first to make room."

"Then you guys retreat, I'll get out first!" Mr. Huang Niu shouted.

"Why!" Xiaoyue's boyfriend immediately objected: "You stand back, I'll get out first!"

The situation was at a stalemate again. Everyone was thinking about escaping, but they were all crowded together.

At this time, no one noticed that a figure was already lying on the ground, trying to crawl out from the gap between the feet...