Chapter 737 Who Are You Old Man?

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Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man was completely unafraid of Ma Yong's pressure, and said with a sneer: "You can go to the City Council to look up our name Fang Yaoting and see if I am qualified to reprimand a dog like you with chicken feathers as arrows. thing!"

The confident words of the middle-aged man immediately surprised Ma Yong.

Another person came out and said to the middle-aged man, "Could it be that you are from the Political and Legal Committee of the Municipal Council..."

Hearing only the three very important words of the Political and Legal Committee, Ma Yong did not dare to let him continue.

He is afraid that if he goes on, he will not only lose his black gauze hat, but he may not even be able to protect his head!

Ma Yong didn't expect that a small night meal would involve so many people he couldn't afford to offend.

Now he just wants to cut through the mess with a quick knife, and quickly seal the night food so that he can leave this place that makes him uncomfortable.

"enough!"

Ma Yong interrupted the surrounding noise, and said fiercely to the staff who brought him: "Go, forcibly seal this store for me!"

"receive!"

And just when the staff of the beach management office walked towards the gate of the night food with proud faces, a voice that was neither light nor heavy but full of coercion suddenly came from the door.

"I want to see who of you dares to take a step forward!"

The voice was as old as a tree, full of anger.

In an instant, everyone only felt that a thunder flashed across the sky, and the shock was silent on the spot.

With a short sentence able to produce such an effect, the owner of this voice is by no means simple!

Everyone looked at the sound, but found that it was an old man in black who spoke.

He simply stood there, and an invisible air pressure filled the surroundings, constantly attracting everyone's attention.

This kind of person is replaced by any sincerity, and it is the center of the crowd, an existence that everyone looks up to.

And beside the old man, a cold-faced woman in a windbreaker stood quietly.

The tall and straight figure is like a tree in the sky protecting the old man, shielding it from the wind and rain that may blow at any time.

"Who are you old man?!"

Ma Yong was extremely annoyed at this time.

As the director of the beach management office, where is he not always majestic?

But today, Ma Yong was frustrated everywhere.

One by one, is it finished yet?

Why don't you close a shop yourself? Where did so much trouble come from?

Ma Yong, who was so full of anger, couldn't even find out what was special about this old man.

As for Fang Yaoting and others, who had just spoken, their pupils shrank when they saw the old man's face.

Underneath, he whispered, "It's Mo... that's right?"

"Yes, it's him."

"So much better than on TV news..."

Those who recognized the old man surnamed Mo all closed their mouths tacitly.

After hearing Ma Yong's words of life and death, all these people showed pity in their eyes.

It was a look that worried about Ma Yong's IQ.

"Presumptuous!" Dongfang Ningyun immediately raised her eyes and scolded: "How dare you be rude to Mo Lao, who is your leader? I must report this to him!"

And the tougher Dongfang Ningyun became, the more hostile Ma Yong felt.

He couldn't hold back his irritability any longer, he took a decisive step forward and slapped Dongfang Ningyun's face directly!

"You stinky motherfuckers, I asked you to reflect, what about anti-your horses?!"

But Ma Yong's palm stopped abruptly in mid-air.

A big drop of cold sweat hung on his forehead.

On the forehead, cold sweat kept coming out.

A dark and faint gun barrel pressed against Ma Yong's eyebrows!