C72

After being sent to the interrogation room, Wei Fan was left alone, as if he was forgotten.

Just as Wei Fan was about to fall asleep from boredom, the door finally opened. The person who entered was an old acquaintance, Yang Jinhu.

With a smile on his face, Yang Jinhu walked in front of Wei Fan, who spat out his Smoke Ring and said, "Brother Wei, how do you feel?!"

Wei Fan did not say anything.

Seeing that Wei Fan was silent, Yang Jinhu became even more pleased. He thought about what had happened a few days ago and said with a sinister tone, "Since you've come, then enjoy it!"

"You be careful too." Wei Fan said expressionlessly as he watched Yang Jinhu's back.

Just as Yang Jinhu walked out, a few policemen holding batons walked in.

If they did this many times, they wouldn't have any qualms. One of them, while smoking, sighed and said, "Brat, you are unlucky. Tiger Lord said that he wanted to use force, so don't blame us."

The fat policeman at the side disregarded his comrades' nonsense and swung his baton at Wei Fan's shoulder. There should be screams, but Wei Fan was still smiling innocently at them. It was really weird, the policeman was startled for a moment, then retracted the stick and struck Wei Fan on the head again, but did not cause too much damage.

As the policemen were still in a daze, Wei Fan twisted his arms and took out his hands from the handcuffs.

Bone Shrinking Art? This was the only explanation.

Standing up from the chair, Wei Fan looked at the police officer who was whipping him a moment ago, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

"You just hit me twice, now it's my turn."

The fat policeman subconsciously retreated, but Wei Fan didn't give him the chance to, and stuck close by. Grabbing the baton from his hand, he unerringly lashed it down on the same spot on his shoulder.

The fat policeman was not a deity, so he immediately let out a painful wail. Yang Jinhu did not walk far. He stood outside the door smoking, planning to let the policemen teach Wei Fan a lesson before he went in. Hearing the painful cry, Yang Jinhu felt that the Qi in his chest had finally dissipated.

Wei Fan's actions were so fast that the other three policemen didn't even have time to react before he charged towards the fat policeman's head. Fortunately, Wei Fan still maintained his rationality and refrained from using his full strength. However, the fat policeman, whose head had been hit by a stick, immediately fell to the ground, unconscious.

The police station was his own territory, how could any prisoner be so daring? One of the policemen had just returned from a mission, and he hadn't handed in his gun yet. At this moment, he subconsciously pulled out six or four moves from his waist. Aiming at Wei Fan's head, he shouted anxiously, "Squat down, put down the weapon in your hand."

Being pointed at with a gun felt really bad, Wei Fan casually said while holding the baton: "Do you feel safe just by holding a gun? If I really want to deal with you, what can this little pistol do to me? I am a good citizen, but I was forced to take action because of this fatty's abuse of lynchings. You guys be good and I promise I'll cooperate. "

This was the police station, his home ground. It was as if they were afraid of this young man. But it was also a fact that the speed that Wei Fan had shown earlier had caused the officer with the gun to lose all confidence. Although they took Yang Jinhu's money, but they could only enjoy this money if they lived.

The policeman who kept blabbering nonsense right after entering used it to calm Wei Fan down and said: "Alright then, let's put down the gun and you'll lose your baton too."

With that, he threw a look at the policeman with the gun, who put down the gun in his hand. Wei Fan kept his promise and threw the baton far away.

The two sides were in a deadlock, the main reason being that the police didn't dare to take any action.

Seeing that Wei Fan had already returned to his chair without a care, the chatterbox tried to probe further, "If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving first."

With a pleading tone in his voice, he had already shamed himself when the matter had come to this point.

Wei Fan said resolutely, "That won't do, keep me company. "If you guys go out, then that Sickly Cat Yang will definitely find someone else. Trouble isn't it?"

The three policemen who were still conscious were sweating profusely. Were they really going to continue like this? The police continued to talk with him, "Then our comrade here has been beaten senseless by you, he should be sent to the hospital as soon as possible! If someone really does die, it'll be troublesome for you as well. "

Wei Fan still shook his head: "This fatty won't die, I know how to act appropriately. If you accompany me, the matter will soon be settled. "

Although their relationship with Yang Jinhu was not bad, but Yang Jinhu did not reveal much to them. The three policemen thought about Wei Fan's abnormal movements just now and could only remain silent, continuing to stand there foolishly.

Yang Jinhu, who was outside the door, was originally happy to hear the screams, but he only heard a few times, and did not hear any other movements. Did he knock that kid out? If that was the case, they should have come out already! For some reason, Yang Jinhu's heart was a little uneasy. He patiently smoked a few more cigarettes, but seeing that there were still no movements, he finally couldn't wait any longer.

The door of the little black room was not closed yet, so why did Yang Jinhu suddenly open the door, and said: "Black Tubby, what are you guys doing? "Nothing."

The door opened as Yang Jinhu looked at Black Tubby who was lying on the ground. Only then did he realize that the situation had developed differently from what he had expected. He felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Wei Fan's smile.

"Since you're here, don't go. Come with me and wait for my news!" Wei Fan sat on the chair and gave the order.

Yang Jinhu was even more familiar with this police station than his own family. Without even seeing Wei Fan make any movements, Yang Jinhu felt himself being flipped over by a powerful force and realized that he was once again in the Quiet Room. Wei Fan was still sitting upright on his chair.

A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him, Yang Jinhu laid on the ground and pretended to be dead, not daring to move. Now, he could only wait for Big Bear and the others to disappear and bring the people from his department to save him.

Seated on the chair, Wei Fan seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, and lazily asked: "Are you hoping that Director Yang will save you?!"

Yang Jinhu was shocked, but he did not dare say anything as he continued to listen.

"I heard that Director Yang's days are quite comfortable, there are already quite a few BMW Mercedes. If someone comes to investigate, I'm afraid that it won't be easy to cover it up!" Wei Fan said to himself.

Everyone was greedy, this was considered an unspoken rule. As long as they seriously investigated anyone, their bottom would not be clean. Hearing Wei Fan's words, Yang Jinhu could not help but think, could it be that his uncle could really not hide anymore, and had someone come to investigate?

The policemen were also whispering to themselves. They knew their leader's situation better.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Just from the sound of the footsteps, the figure of the person who had come was not small.

They quickly arrived at the door, then saw Qian Duoduo appear before the door while drenched in sweat. There were also a few men wearing the same police uniform behind him, but there were more stars on their shoulders.

Wei Fan did not understand, the talkative police could understand that this was the Public Security Office's supervisor, could it be that someone really came from above?

Wei Fan stood up, stretched his body and said: "Send this grandpa out!"