In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

Because the arcade is crowded, a large bag opening safety checkpoint has been set up at the entrance to prevent accidents. This is to prevent people from bringing knives or other things and causing injuries in a fit of rage. It is precisely because of this rule that parents at this arcade are able to rest assured and allow their children to play with their classmates.

But today a knife appeared!

Although it is just a relatively small folding knife, it is still a knife that can cause serious injuries.

As Fu Ziyan frowned and the bodyguards moved forward to protect her, the administrator in charge of this small area of ​​the arcade had already walked up to the young man with a knife and tried to stop him.

At the same time, Ming Qiao moved in a circle and quickly appeared behind the young man with a knife. He held an umbrella in his hand that he had picked up from the wall at some point. Before the young man with the knife could react, he raised his hand and knocked him.

boom--

The folding knife fell to the ground.

Who is it? ! !

The young man subconsciously rubbed the painful bones in his hand from the blow, turned around angrily, and was about to punch someone with his other uninjured hand.

Ming Qiao dodged to the side, his expression calm and his movements smooth as flowing water. He raised his hand and brought down a knife on the wrist of the young man who was swinging his fist. Then he spoke in a deep voice: "Carrying a weapon in public with the intention of injuring others or disturbing public order will result in imprisonment in serious cases."

The enraged young man was completely unconvinced and angrily shouted with a red face, "Who do you think you are? You want to control me?"

Ming Qiao didn't say anything, but took out his police warrant card from his pocket and casually raised his left hand in front of the young man.

The knife-wielding youth's pupils widened, his face flushed with anger before suddenly turning pale. His eyes flickered and drifted towards Ming Qiao's face. "You, you're a policeman?"

The onlookers around also showed the unique expression of eating melons.

I thought it was a melon of trouble, but it turned out to be a cool plot about a police officer traveling in private clothes.

The manager, who was a step slower, thanked him: "Thank you, sir."

Ming Qiao nodded and reminded in a solemn voice, "The entrance inspection must be more thorough."

As he turned aside to walk back to Fu Ziyan, he saw that the young lady was surrounded by bodyguards. Ming Qiao was not surprised, as he had already noticed that Miss Fu was accompanied by bodyguards. He glanced at two children in the distance, who were also protected by four bodyguards.

Su Tianhao tugged at Fu Chengyi's sleeve, even with an excited expression on his face, obviously showing off his uncle.

Ming Qiao's lips moved slightly, emm...the security measures are indeed strict.

In fact, there is no need for him to accompany Su Tianhao today. With Miss Fu's bodyguards here, nothing will happen to Su Tianhao even if he is just a baby.

The manager of the arcade rushed over after hearing the news. Before he could catch his breath, he repeatedly thanked Ming Qiao: "Sir, thank you for your help..."

Mingqiao simply nodded to deal with the matter and prepared to go inside.

A certain brat was just enjoying the show, and now he was completely immersed in playing the game without any psychological trauma from the "knife incident" that had just happened.

"Ms. Fu, I didn't expect you to come today. I'm sorry to have scared you." After exchanging pleasantries with Ming Qiao, the person in charge of the arcade walked quickly towards Fu Ziyan with an attentive smile on his face.

Ming Qiao, who also walked to Fu Ziyan's side, was a little surprised.

Judging from the attitude of the person in charge, could it be that this arcade famous in Hong Kong is also Miss Fu’s business?

"Manager Zhu, I'm indeed a little frightened." Fu Ziyan looked calm and spoke in a light tone. She didn't say anything harsh, but it was obvious that she was quite dissatisfied with the knife-wielding incident in the video game arcade.

Despite winter, Manager Zhu had rushed down from the second floor upon hearing the news. It's no exaggeration to say that sweat was pouring down his forehead when he heard Miss Fu's words. He didn't even dare wipe his sweat with a handkerchief. He smiled apologetically, "It's our fault for not managing carefully. I'll definitely tighten up our rules from now on, and there won't be another incident of knives entering the premises causing trouble."

Fu Ziyan lowered her eyes and looked at him.

Manager Zhu's heart was pounding, and his level of nervousness was comparable to when he heard about the knife incident just now, and Miss Fu was at the scene.

He used to be just an insignificant little boss in the society. He had some younger brothers under him, but he didn't have much money. It was not until he was fortunate enough to be chosen by Miss Fu and the eldest young master to be in charge of the management of this video game arcade that he was able to have the life he has today.

The arcade really makes money. Even if the profit promised by the young master is not that big, it is still a huge sum of money for him.

If Miss Fu is not satisfied, she will remove him from his position...

The wait for Miss Fu was only a few seconds, but Manager Zhu felt it was as long as a century.

"Manager Zhu, there won't be a next time." The tone was very calm, but the deterrent power was like the weight of a mountain.

Listening carefully to the meaning, Manager Zhu felt like he was listening to music from heaven.

"Don't worry, I promise." Manager Zhu had a serious face, almost signing a military order, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. With Miss Fu's words, his job was saved. No matter whether he would be fined or punished in other ways after reporting to the young master tonight, at least his golden rice bowl was still there.

Fu Ziyan nodded, didn't say anything more to Manager Zhu, and walked forward.

Ming Qiao followed, putting away his surprise, and did not ask any questions. He followed the two children as a parent, looking normal.

"Uncle, you were so handsome just now. Can you teach me those moves?" Su Tianhao opened his eyes wide with starry eyes, and his eyes and eyebrows were full of anticipation.

He completely forgot about his previous dislike for his uncle.

Although his uncle was unable to share all the joys of eating, drinking and having fun in his childhood, his movements were really cool, just like the heroes in martial arts dramas.

The kind of domineering attitude of "killing one person every ten steps and leaving no trace in a thousand miles."

Although Fu Chengyi concealed his expectations around Su Tianhao, this concealment was obvious to Fu Ziyan and Ming Qiao.

Fu Ziyan's eyes were filled with smiles, and with a hint of mischief, she teased Yi Yi's little thoughts: "If Ming Shazhan is teaching his nephew, why not take Yi Yi with him as well? Then they can punish evil and promote good together in the future."

Little Fu Chengyi’s facial expressions are indeed more exciting.

It's that contradictory expression of being unable to contain the anticipation of surprise, yet trying hard to hide it and pretend to be calm.

Fu Ziyan admired with a smile, and sighed in her heart: Children are easier to amuse!

Ming Qiao curled his lips: "Of course."

The two children were indeed even happier.

The joy of playing video games, coupled with the anticipation of learning the cool skills of a hero, is simply a double buff of ecstasy!

"Sister, please help me catch a doll, I can't catch it no matter what I do!"

"Let's play this four-player PK game!"

"Uncle, we can outflank Fu Chengyi~"

"Ahhh, Sister Yanyan, save me!"

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