"Let's go!" The police took us and the leather jacket group out separately.

The King of Hell and I were put into a police car. The King of Hell and I hadn't said a word since we met. We sat in the back seat of the police car. The King of Hell didn't look at me, and I didn't bother to look at him.

"I want to go too." As soon as the car door opened, Old Yan shouted and squeezed in.

"Hey! I didn't let you go." A policeman next to the police car stopped Old Yan: "Are there people like you? This is a police car."

"I am a client, why don't you ask me to go? You have no right not to let me go!" Old Man Yan ignored him and just squeezed in.

"Grandpa, please don't go." The King of Hell said with a bitter smile.

"Of course I'm going, not only for you, but also for this brat." Old Man Yan snorted.

The King of Hell glanced at me and frowned, but didn't say anything.

"Old...Old Yan, just take a good rest. We're fine. It's not us making trouble. I think we'll be released soon." I said.

Originally, I was used to calling him "Old Man", but Old Man Yan is the grandfather of the King of Hell, so I couldn't say it in front of the King of Hell.

"Drive, drive!" Old Man Yan ignored me and started giving instructions directly.

"Hey! This old man." The policeman in the driver's seat shook his head, sounded the siren, stepped on the accelerator, and the police car sped out.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Chen Pi, your grandfather's good friend." In the car, Old Man Yan pulled the King of Hell and said.

I turned to look at the King of Hell with great interest. Because Old Yan forced his way in, the King of Hell and I were sitting next to each other.

"Ah?" The King of Hell turned his head to look at me in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Yes, I am your grandfather's old friend. We have a very good relationship, aren't we, Mr. Yan?" I said very intimately.

I feel very happy to see the King of Hell showing such an expression.

"Yes, yes, you brat." Old Man Yan said with a smile.

"This is my grandson, his name is Yan Yaowu. You guys seem to be from the same school. Don't you know him?" Old Man Yan asked.

"I don't know!" The King of Hell and I replied in unison.

"We know each other now! Let's be friends." Old Man Yan immediately made arrangements for me and the King of Hell.

"Let's be friends..." I said slowly, and then I touched my face with my hands.

I saw that the nose of the King of Hell was crooked with anger. He should be able to understand my gestures and remember those three slaps.

I found that the King of Hell was very honest in front of Old Man Yan, and I would be happy if I could seize the opportunity to defeat the King of Hell.

"If this brat hadn't been here today, your grandfather and I wouldn't have been able to save our old bones. Brat, are your injuries okay?" Old Man Yan asked me with concern.

I touched my head: "It's okay, it's nothing serious."

"Thank you." The King of Hell said suddenly.

"What?" I asked.

The King of Hell glared at me: "I said thank you!" The King of Hell's voice became louder.

"Oh, you're welcome." I smiled very reservedly.

The police car drove all the way to the police station. Yama Wang, Old Man Yan, and I got out of the police car and were taken to a room, but no police came to take notes for us, so they just left us in there.

After a while, a young policeman came in.

"Old man, please go back first, I'm going to take notes for them," the policeman said as he sat down.

"Why don't you ask me? I am the person involved. The two children did nothing." Old Yan said immediately.

"Old man, we have already understood that they participated in the fight, and they are the parties involved." The policeman said without raising his head.

"Nonsense! Who told you that? That's wrong!" Old Man Yan waved his hand.

"Uncle! You must be careful what you say. This is the police station. We will handle the case impartially. I hope you can cooperate." The policeman's tone became more serious.

"Grandpa, please go back first, we are fine." King of Hell advised.

"No, it was obviously those guys who beat us first, we were acting in self-defense!" Old Man Yan glanced at the policeman and said, "Comrade policeman, you should ask me, I know best what happened."

"Uncle! We police handle cases, we don't need your guidance." The policeman was a little unhappy.

"They demolished and beat people. You should arrest them. These two children were almost beaten by those people to protect me. Did you find out clearly?" Old Yan said with his eyes wide open. Old Yan was stubborn and didn't do anything.

Listen to others' advice.

"Breaked?..." The policeman put down the pen in his hand, shook his head and sneered: "...Uncle! Two of them have been admitted to the hospital. Who broke whom?"

"They deserved it! They deserved it if they tried to beat people during the forced demolition!" Old Man Yan chuckled.

"Uncle, the person was slightly injured. The other party should report the crime." the policeman said.

"What! They even reported the crime? It was obviously us who reported the crime, but they wanted to demolish my house and threatened me..." Old Yan was interrupted by the police waving his hands before he could finish his words.

"Uncle, the forced demolition is a commercial dispute and we can't handle it. We have to handle the fights and injuries."

"What nonsense! You little comrade, why did you end up with the bad guys!" Old Yan shouted angrily.

"Why are you talking? Why am I sitting with the bad guy? I just want to know the situation. You keep causing trouble, uncle! If you don't leave, you will be hindering the handling of the case!" The young policeman's face darkened.

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"Old Yan, please stop arguing and leave quickly. You won't be able to leave for a while." Seeing that the situation was not good, I immediately grabbed the excited old man and pushed him out of the door.

"I won't leave!" Old Man Yan struggled with me.

"Old man, let's go quickly, stop messing around." I hugged Old Man Yan and whispered in his ear.

"Grandpa, please go first, we will be out in a while." The King of Hell also said.

We tried hard to argue, but Old Man Yan was pushed out by us.

"This old man!" The young policeman shook his head and pointed at us: "Sit down."

The king of hell and I sat down.

"Two people over there were beaten with minor injuries. The other party asked for an injury examination and reported the crime. Please tell us about the situation." The policeman picked up his pen and said.

"I was the one who hit him. It has nothing to do with him. Just let him go." The King of Hell crossed his legs and said.

"You are so good! Stop bragging." I snorted.

The King of Hell and I stared at each other at the same time!

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, what's going on!" The policeman waved his hand.

"Those people are from the demolition company. They wanted to demolish Mr. Yan's drug store and threatened Mr. Yan. We had some friction with them, that's all." I said. Then I looked up and stared at the young policeman: "That area

You should know that demolition is such a big thing, and they have beaten more than one person, so you should also know that."

"Am I asking you or are you asking me?" I saw the young policeman's face turn red, and then he slapped the table.

"Stop talking nonsense to him!" At this time, the King of Hell suddenly said with a sneer.

"What did you say!" the young policeman yelled at the King of Hell again.

"Have you released those people over there?" the King of Hell said in a confused tone.

The young policeman was stunned, then stood up, pointed at the King of Hell and said: "What nonsense are you talking about! Are you itchy?"

"Who are you trying to scare? You are a trainee with no title, what are you doing to someone like me? You don't understand the procedures for handling a case. How can I make a record by myself? Believe it or not, I will file a complaint against you." The King of Hell said nonchalantly.

Erlang's legs were always crossed and his feet were bouncing.

I glanced at the King of Hell in surprise. It seemed that this guy was a veteran and knew the policeman's ways much better than I did.

The young policeman's face turned red and full of anger. He put his hands on the table and glared at the King of Hell.

"If you want to hit me, come on!" The King of Hell continued to provoke.

Damn it! If you provoke the police at the police station, the king of hell is out of his mind.

The young policeman finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked out of the table. I saw his fists clenched tightly and the anger on his face was obvious.

"You graduated from the police academy or you found a relationship with your family. Is there any hope of becoming a full-time official? The consequences of hitting me will be very serious. Are you willing to lose your skin?" The King of Hell said angrily. The King of Hell still sat with his legs crossed, not afraid at all.

appearance.

"Say less." I didn't want to be implicated by this lunatic, the King of Hell, so I said it immediately. Then I smiled at the young policeman and said, "Don't be as knowledgeable as him. He can't speak. Just calm down." I said.

I also stood up, I wanted to stop him.

"Who told you to stand up! Sit down!" the young policeman yelled at me.

"Didn't you ask me to say that?" The King of Hell suddenly turned his head and said to me, with a look of dementia on his face.

As soon as the King of Hell finished speaking, the policeman looked towards me. The policeman's eyes said: "So that's it."

"You s***..." I was speechless. This joke by the King of Hell was not funny at all. This lunatic was still thinking of throwing a shit basin at me.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. I have nothing to do with him." I waved my hand quickly.

"Brother, why are you like this? You obviously told me to say that, saying that the police would be afraid and let us go..." The King of Hell looked like he was about to cry.

"You two..." The policeman's face turned green with anger: "...Okay, that's okay!" The policeman turned around and walked to the wall, and took off a baton hanging on the wall.

"Damn, you really want to be beaten!" I became anxious, glared and said to the King of Hell.

"I'll hit you. I'll hit you first anyway." The King of Hell stretched out his little finger to pick out his ears, with a proud smile on his face.

I saw the young policeman actually turning around and walking towards me first, swinging the baton in his hand.

"Boss, I can't stand it anymore, I'm scared!" I stepped over to the King of Hell and took his arm: "Boss, your method is not working."

The boss is definitely better than the eldest brother. I am learning now and selling it now, damn it! Even if I get beaten, I have to let the King of Hell come first.
Chapter completed!