I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

"Is South Korea really that dangerous? Killing people in the streets in their capital, Seoul, is too chaotic."

"It's good that he died. He said we were living a miserable life, but this beast didn't even have a life."

"Who was that murderer just now? I could only see half of his face because the upper half was blocked by the car frame."

"Mr. Killer Whale Chen Yongxiao!"

Wang Tao was so excited that he sent out a comment without thinking too much.

The half of his face that was exposed was angular, and the faint stubble on his chin showed that he was definitely the South Korean God of War.

The young people around him also jumped up excitedly. They thought they were just giving it a try, but they didn't expect the other party to actually take action, and do it personally.

"By the way, will we cause him any trouble?"

After the excitement, they began to worry again when they thought about the other party killing someone on the street.

"Oops!"

Wang Tao suddenly recalled the comments he had just made and looked back at the live broadcast room. He saw the screen full of:

"Who is Killer Whale Chen Yongxiao?"

"It's the South Korean war god who beat 20 people in the elevator alone."

"Yes, you can search for photos online. He's very good-looking and his face shape is easy to identify. It's basically certain that it's him."

"..."

Wang Tao wished he could wash his brain before he just said the name without thinking it through.

"Don't worry, Brother Wang. Chen Yongxiao has a strong background, so he won't necessarily be in trouble."

"He's the gang's big boss, so he should be able to let someone else do it. Since he's doing it himself, maybe he doesn't take it seriously."

"I'll ask reporter Xiao Qin." Wang Tao calmed down and quickly took out his cell phone.

I immediately sent a message to reporter Xiao Qin, who was already my friend on Douyin: "Brother Qin, I've caused trouble for Mr. Chen. He just helped us kill Sun Fugui in South Korea. As a result, I accidentally posted my name in the comments, and now many people know that he was the one who killed Sun Fugui."

After anxiously waiting for a moment, I received a reply from reporter Xiao Qin:

"Don't worry, it's okay."

"It's okay? It really has no impact on Mr. Chen?" Wang Tao felt relieved, but still a little worried.

He clicked on the message that quickly replied: "Brother Xiao just poked a hole in the sky and shot and killed two federal soldiers. This is not a big deal for you. Even if he kills ten Sun Fuguis and exposes them, it would be a small matter for him now."

"So is he in trouble now?"

"This is a big problem. Seoul is imposing martial law throughout the city."

……

Minzu Street in Longshan District, Seoul, South Korea.

He Changhao's eyes swept across the crowd of people watching from afar, and he could hear their conversations faintly:

"Look at the man lying on the ground. His neck is deformed. Is he dead?"

"These people around the accident scene look like a gang. What are they doing just standing there like idiots? They're not helping anyone."

"I don't know. I've been standing there for a while. It's weird."

Listening to the gossip around him, He Changhao couldn't help but say to the icy-faced man beside him, "Old Zhao, what are we doing standing there like idiots? We feel like monkeys."

"You can get in the car," Zhao Minji replied.

"Why hasn't the boss come back yet?"

He Changhao took out his cell phone and made a call, but the call didn't go through.

I called again, still nothing.

Putting down the phone: "Lao Zhao, I feel something is wrong."

"Just wait, I told you to. Don't let your imagination run wild."

"Ok."

After waiting for a while again, they did not wait for Mr. Chen, but waited for six or seven police cars and a car from the Procuratorate.

Over twenty police officers quickly surrounded the Orca gang members. The young prosecutor in charge said, "Take them all away."

"and many more."

He Changhao shouted at the prosecutor in confusion, "Prosecutor Luo, what are you doing? It's just a traffic accident. It's not necessary for you, a prosecutor, to come forward, right?"

The young prosecutor came over and asked, "Are you waiting for Mr. Chen here?"

"Yes."

"I'm afraid you'll never get to wait." After the young prosecutor said this, he signaled the police to come and arrest the man.