As soon as the mutton slices were stuffed into the copper pot and changed color, Lao Wai Neck scooped them all into his own bowl with a chopstick.

Yu Cheng, who was slow for a moment, watched helplessly as the old man crooked his neck and stuffed a large lump of half-cooked meat with sesame sauce into his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, the wooden-framed glass door of the small restaurant was blocked by someone.

Kicked away with a bang.

Yu Cheng only raised his head to look up, almost scared out of his wits. He kicked Lin Ze under the table and motioned for him to look at the door.

The person who kicked the door had already entered the restaurant, and there were a total of seven or eight people with him, all of them strong men with big shoulders and round waists. As soon as they entered, they blocked the narrow restaurant front aisle.

A group of people came to Wuyangyang. Except for Lao Wainneck, who was sitting with his back to the door and was eating meat, all the diners at the other two tables stopped using their chopsticks.

The boss is a Hui man with a high nose, big eyes and fair skin. He asked in broken Chinese: "Do you want to eat?"

Yang Shulin walked out of this group of people with a gloomy look on his face. He had already made eye contact with Yu Cheng, who was raising his buttocks and preparing to run away.

Yang Shulin pushed the Hui boss away and pointed at Yu Cheng, his eyes blazing: "That's that kid, fuck him!"

In an instant, the Hui Restaurant became a mess. Other diners fled, but there was no way out.

The copper pot with hot soup, shabu-shabu, charcoal fire, plates on the table, and sauces were all used as weapons, and the fight was heated. The small restaurant of less than 20 square meters filled with tables and chairs looked like the place Cao Cao walked through

Hua Rongdao created a huge scene of chaos and chaos.

Finally, I had the wit to step in and ran out of the back door of the kitchen to call the police. After a while, the police came and took everyone on the scene back to the police station.

Yu Cheng was beaten until his eyes were black and blue, his face was burned with many blisters from the hot pot soup, there was blood at the corners of his mouth and nostrils, and he walked with a limp.

Those who were innocently beaten had never experienced this. They had no experience before and did not know how to avoid the vital points. Some had their noses broken, some had their front teeth knocked out, some had their ribs broken, and some were only splashed with soup.

Juice burns.

Of course, Yang Shulin and the others were not much better. They injured one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses to themselves.

The least injured were Lin Ze and a young man with gold-rimmed glasses.

When the fight started, Lin Ze first picked up a steel tray to cover his face, and the flying charcoal ash and soup did not splash on his face at all.

When he saw the bespectacled man, who was polite and elegant, like a college student, he felt a good impression in his heart. Knowing that such a person would not survive a beating, he used his back to cover the bespectacled man and hid in the corner, picked up the stool and turned around to fight with the people in Yang Shulin.

When the police arrived, he was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands and being beaten!

But it's just some superficial injuries.

Police station.

Lin Ze stood in a row with several other "troublemakers" who were less seriously injured and listened to the reprimand.

Others who were seriously injured were taken to the hospital for treatment.

The impact of this fight was very bad and the nature of it was extremely bad. Lin Ze heard that the police might want more than just a fine, but it could be as simple as detention and education, and he might be imprisoned and sentenced.

Lin Ze couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "Comrade, please make sure to investigate clearly. It was Yang Shulin who beat us when they came in. We were just acting in self-defense!"

Yu Cheng and Lao Wainneck were also taken for treatment. Now Lin Ze is standing with a group of perpetrators and a few resentful diners, isolated and helpless.

"Be honest, don't talk when I'm not told to! Everyone who comes here says so. We've seen gangsters like you, if not a thousand, but also eight hundred. Stop pretending to be innocent in front of us, novices."

Rabbit!"

Lin Ze had no choice but to shut his mouth.

After the reprimand, the police locked Lin Ze and others in a solitary room. There were no chairs in the room, so they had to squat or sit on the ground.

"You all should be honest with me. Don't whisper to each other or have any more trouble, otherwise the crime will be aggravated!"

After the police gave the warning, they locked the iron door.

I don’t know how many hours passed, but Lin Ze found it difficult to hold up whether he was squatting or sitting. When he took Lao Wainneck to eat at noon, he was beaten before he even took a bite. His energy was exhausted after all the hard work.

Both legs are straight and protruding.

But the policeman never showed up again, and a few of them actually leaned in the corner and snored.

A middle-aged man with a mustache came close to Lin Ze and asked in a low voice: "Brother, did you sleep with other women or dig up their ancestral graves? To make people hate you so much? Take the lead in beating that boy of yours.

, I think he came here to risk his life."

Yang Shulin fought the hardest at the beginning, but in the chaos, he stepped on a fan and fell backwards. This unlucky thing hit his head on the hot copper pot, and half of his face was blistered and injured.

It's not serious, and I'm in the hospital right now.

When the middle-aged man received no response, he began to complain again: "You said that you would make an appointment in advance to fight in a deserted place, which would harm us honest people. There are no people like you in the world!"

Footsteps sounded from outside, and the honest middle-aged man quickly moved aside, staying away from Lin Ze.

The same police who detained them earlier.

He first glanced at the troublemakers who were sitting around indifferently, and then asked coldly: "Who is Lin Ze?"

When Lin Ze heard him calling her name, her heart skipped a beat. Should she be sent to prison now?

The policeman was a little impatient, so he called again: "Who is Lin Ze? He is already mute?"

"I, I am!"

Lin Ze quickly raised his hand, like a tired student who pretended to be obedient in front of the teacher at school.

"Get up and follow me!"

The police didn't say anything nonsense, took out the key and opened the door.

Although it was really uncomfortable to stay in this solitary cell, it was better than prison or labor camp. But now that the matter was over, Lin Ze had to get up.

He had been sitting here for a long time, and he had not eaten for a long time. He got up in a hurry, and his vision went dark and he almost fell over.

He stood and waited for a few seconds.

But the police didn't notice it and continued to urge: "What's the ink stain on? Hurry up!"

Lin Ze sighed in his heart, he never thought that he would become a criminal one day.

He knew that he couldn't talk back or explain in a place like this, so he kept his head down and followed behind without saying a word.

The police took him through the narrow corridor to the lobby. It was already past ten o'clock at night, and there was only one policeman on duty in the lobby. The dim light stretched his hunched body.

Hearing their footsteps, he nodded to the policeman who led Lin Ze out: "He is in the recording room, take him there!"

Lin Ze was surprised, who wants to see me? Does the boss already know?

When he was brought into the room, Lin Ze was even more surprised - wasn't this the same little glasses he had during the day? Did he say something bad about me to the police in order to clear his suspicion?

It shouldn’t be. We met by chance and he didn’t even know my name. How could he know what I had done?

Lin Ze was thinking wildly, out of pure guilt.

The man with glasses didn't mean any harm to him. When he saw him come in, he grinned at him. His face was also bruised and bruised, and his smile caused the wound, which made his face slightly distorted in pain.

There were three people in the room. In addition to the man with glasses, there was also an older policeman and a man in his fifties who looked like a cadre.

Lin Ze paid special attention to the fifty-year-old man. He also wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked somewhat similar to the man with glasses.

When he looked at the man, the man was also looking at him, but unlike Lin Ze's curiosity, his face was full of disgust and vigilance.

"Director, I've brought you here."
Chapter completed!