V1.Chapter 35 (1/2)

The young policeman who came out of the restaurant looked at his master with a puzzled face. Until they got into the police car, he couldn't help asking: ”master, there must be something wrong with the guy with tattoos on his arms! We should have taken him back to the police station and asked him! ”

”Well, he beat the ones lying and kneeling on the ground.” The old policeman started the car and said to the apprentice sitting in the front seat.

”Master, do you see that? Let's go back and take those boys back to have a good trial to see how arrogant he is. ” As soon as the young policeman's eyes brightened, he reached for the door.

The old policeman, who had started the car, turned to look at him and said in a low voice: ”without the identification of the victim, why should you try him?”

The young policeman, who was stretching out his hand to open the door, stopped, turned to the old policeman and said, ”master, don't you see that they dare not tell the truth in front of that guy? As long as you take him back, I don't believe that those people will not accuse him! ”

”Young man, it's easy for you to think!” The old policeman looked at his energetic apprentice with a doting smile on his face.

”What's easy?” The young policeman asked suspiciously.

The old policeman, holding the steering wheel in both hands, looked at the roadside opposite the western restaurant, shook his head with a smile, but did not speak.

Following his master's eyes, the young policeman found that he did not know when, on the road opposite the western restaurant, more than a dozen white vans had stopped, and the window paper on the glass of each car was so sticky that he could not see the situation inside the car from the outside.

”Master, these cars...”

”Believe it or not, as soon as we leave, there will be a lot of gangsters in these cars?”

”Ah? Then we can't go! Master, why don't I call for support! ”

”Save it! They don't need us to take care of things here, and they won't let us take care of them. ”

”Why?”

”Because their world is different from ours.”

With these words, the old policeman drove away from the door of the western restaurant. The young policeman sitting in the co driver's seat looked solemnly at the vans parked on the roadside. Before their police car went far away, he saw some people coming down from the vans.

These people crossed the road and soon came to the door of the western restaurant.

The man at the head is a bald man. He looks like he is in his thirties. With a cigarette in his mouth, he pushes the door of the western restaurant, looks at the yellow hair kneeling on the ground, turns his head and looks at Wang Fan sitting on a high chair.

”Dumb brother.” Huang Mao saw the visitor and stood up to say hello.

The mute frowned and looked at the yellow hair. Then he looked at the blue hair on the ground. He said angrily, ”is the blue hair dead?”

”The police said they were not dead.” Huang Mao replied quickly.

Chong Huang Mao waved his hand. He was impatient and dumb. He took a cigarette and went to another high chair at the bar. He sat on it.

The gangster who came in with the mute helped Huang Mao carry out the blue Mao that fell on the ground. By the way, he also took the steel pipe out of the western restaurant.

”What do you mean?” Dumb looking at Wang Fan asked.

”Fifty thousand for one!” Wang Fan, with his eyes closed, didn't move, just jumped out of his mouth.