"I guess you're right. We came here to make trouble."

Glancing around Lin fan, the bald man's eyes narrowed, and then stretched out his hand to open his collar and exposed his chest.

"Don't blame me for not saying hello to you and seeing the tattoo on my heart?"

Pointing to the Jesus tattoo on his heart, the bald man sneered: "this tattoo represents my status, no, to be precise, it should prove my identity."

A Jesus tattoo, well, from Lin Fan's point of view, it should be Jesus' head tattoo.

Except for Jesus' head, the rest was not seen.

"Social pigs were very popular before, but Jesus is still popular now?"

The tattoo of the bald man is disposable, and Lin Fan curled his mouth: "two days later, I'm afraid the tattoo is washed away from the bath?"

"Well, you don't care about the quality of my tattoo."

Lin Fan debunked the truth, but the bald man is still calm and full: "as long as you know, the people who have this tattoo are not ordinary people."

"Well, I see what you mean."

Nodding, Lin Fan suddenly realized: "what you want to express is that kind of artistic conception. Anyway, you don't have to worry about me. It's very powerful."

"Ha ha, you're right. That's what I want to say."

The conditioned reflex nodded and the bald man said with a laugh: "since you know how powerful I am, should you give me an explanation?"

"Tut Tut, I just cooperate with you to pretend to force, not enough?"

Curling his lips, Lin Fan sighed: "give a statement, this sentence should I said just right."

"You asked for it."

In response, Lin Fan played him as a monkey, and the bald man's face immediately became gloomy: "brothers, take out our equipment."

"What do you want? This is a private place."

Zhang Dong, who had been standing in the back, heard this and immediately said, "I solemnly warn you that if you dare to mess around..."

All the men are ready. As long as the bald men take out their weapons, they directly rush to the uniform.

Only when they saw the equipment taken out by the bald man, they were dumbfounded.

No. 30 actually took out the tent and spread it out to the ground.

"We're not fooling around. We're just here to make a statement."

Seeing Zhang Dong and their expressions of amazement, the bald man said triumphantly, "we have plenty of time. We will sleep here tonight."

"You, you..."

Want to start but can't find the reason, Zhang Dong gas ground clenched his fist: "Damn, these people have nothing to do with idle eating?"

"It's not that you're idle, but someone's behind your back."

The bald man has a fearless attitude, so that Lin Fan pondered for a long time: "the Zhou family has been finished, I'm afraid it is ordered by others."

"Brother Lin, don't be rude to these people."

"They have a mobile phone, and some of them have turned on their cameras. They want to take videos and upload them to the Internet," he said with a frown

"Well, I want to use video to attack us."

Also see the skinhead man behind those small movements, Lin Fan mocked: "use these under the three indiscriminate means, more will not be the Zhou family."

"Sit down and reap the benefits."

At the same time, nalanxiung and Zhang Dong began to cry.

The two owners of the Zhou family have already died, and it just happened not long ago.

Under the solicitation of the secret service group, the news did not spread, but was controlled to a very small range.