Chapter 445 (1/2)

Whether in his last life or in this life, Li Zitao never expected that he would appear in the police station one day because of his white face.

Why does Li Zitao hate drug trafficking so much? Because he once visited a drug rehabilitation center in his previous life.

For the people there, go in, quit, leave, relapse, quit, quit, relapse, force, leave

Then, one day, they broke up, convulsed and widened their eyes GG, which was their final destination.

So his disgust to this thing is never concealed. No one in Chicago doesn't know. What he hates most is poisonous insects.

Other people who know about Chicago will know this very well.

Now, Eric, who lives in his home, has been arrested by a special action team set up with his support. About 2kg of white flour has been found in his schoolbag.

It's 2kg, not 2G. Li Zitao didn't believe it when he walked into the police station.

”Mr. Li, this is Stephen. Thank you for letting me come here.” Stephen, who was waiting in the hall, recognized him for the first time, stepped forward, shook his hand and said.

”It's your ability that moved me...” Li Zitao said with a smile: ”where is he?”

”Follow me.” Stephen walked to the right corridor and stopped at the second office door. ”You can't erase him from the record unless you give up prosecution.”

”I see. Let me talk about it.” Li Zitao has learned the story.

Justin, his good friend's brother, is the most famous drug dealer in the neighborhood.

Eric just needs to put things in his schoolbag, go to the garage with him after school and give the bag to Justin. That's his job.

Brentwood school is all the children of powerful people. No one will search here. Eric is accompanied by bodyguards every day. Don't worry about being robbed.

Every day he goes to the garage and gives his schoolbag to Justin. He gives it to his brother's men in the shop, and he sells them to the poisonous insects.

Then when it was dark, Eric went home with his schoolbag on his back.

At the thought of this, Li Zitao almost laughed, and his family became a warehouse of white flour.

”He's in there.” In an office, Eric is sitting behind the table with his head down. Li Zitao pushes the door and raises his head. He lowers his head quickly when he sees someone coming.

Ashamed, Eric grabs at each other at a loss, his fingers wriggling back and forth, not knowing what to do.

”Look up.” Li Zitao sat opposite him.

”Charlie, I'm... Sorry.” Eric raised his head with tears in his eyes and said, ”I just want to help them. Justin said that he has more than a dozen brothers in his family. His mother can only pick up garbage, and they won't hurt others...”

Justin was his friend and his compatriot of the same color. Eric didn't know why. He believed everything he said at that time.

Now think about the reason why he and himself became friends, in order to let himself run for them.

But Eric had never thought about it before, or... He subconsciously denied the speculation and longed for false friendship.

”Have you met those people? Do you know what they're going to look like? ” Li Zitao looked at him without expression.

”Justin says that even if they don't sell it, someone will sell it...” Eric said, burying his head between his knees and his shoulders bobbing.

”Wait for me here.” Seeing his remorse, Li Zitao left the room and had him taken to the detention room.