Meng Fan gritted his teeth and let go of the red-faced Fang Min, stepped out of the car, looked at the policeman angrily and said: "Brother, I said you are a fucking blind person or a fool, even if I should sentence you to death, you can't do it at this time

You really know how to choose the right time to invade my privacy, you just graduated, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come back with me. The man you injured just now called and his right leg was comminutedly fractured. You must be detained for half a month in accordance with the law?!" The policeman said and walked up to Meng Fan and took out the handcuffs.

, ready to take action.

Fang Min knew it was no longer time to be shy, and hurriedly got out of the car. Zhuo Qiang, Hao Yu and others also rushed over. "Police officer, what's going on? Didn't my lawyer bail him out just now?"

"

The policeman looked at Fang Min who was speaking with a sneer, and said disdainfully: "Do you think this is Hong Kong in the 1990s? You can get bail with a lawyer, so what do we police do? There are prisoners who have been bailed out by lawyers.

I guess this world is also owned by lawyers. I am the director here. If anything happens, we will talk about it later." After saying this, the male policeman led Meng Fan into the police station.

Leaving everyone looking at each other in astonishment, Hao Yu glared at his sister angrily, "Pah -" He slapped Hao Ran's cheek slightly. "This is a good thing you caused, now

Are you satisfied? All of us who care about you should die, so that you can live in peace." Hao Yu's mood was a little violent, his face turned red, and he yelled furiously.

Fang Min waved her hand and pulled Hao Yu: "Okay, okay, what happened has already happened, what's the point of hitting her? Hurry up and find a way to fish out this scoundrel?!" After saying that, Fang Min turned around and got in.

He got into the car, sighed, and drove away.

Meng Fan was brought into the station, and happened to meet a female teacher and a policewoman on the way. The two were talking quietly about something. Policewoman Xiao Meilihua was still sobbing despite the rain. When she saw Meng Fan coming in, she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

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The female teacher suddenly lowered her head, as if she felt guilty.

Meng Fan made a lewd look, and just as he was about to speak, he was pushed by the policeman behind him: "Hurry up, don't be so nagging."

Meng Fan shrugged helplessly, and as he passed policewoman Xiao Mei, he took a deep breath and sighed: "Ah... the smell of lavender, ruby ​​white, haha, not bad, not bad..." After saying this, he walked away with an intoxicated look on his face.

Enter the detention room.

The detention room is two cells surrounded by large iron bars. Temporary lawbreakers are locked up for ten days and a half, and then released.

As soon as Meng Fan entered, the young police officer behind him closed the iron door and shouted: "The new guy, take care of me." After saying that, he glanced at one of the young prisoners, then turned and left.

After Meng Fan entered, he looked at the people here. There were about eight or nine people there. In a corner, there was an old man sitting. He was wearing an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit, which was stained. It looked like he had washed his hair countless times.

He was covered with a broken hat and had dark skin. He looked like an old man from the countryside. He squatted in the corner and said nothing. He glanced at Meng Fan intentionally or unintentionally, then he closed his eyes again and nodded.

This was the first time Meng Fan came in. He was a little timid. He walked a few steps in obediently against the wall, then squatted down and followed the example of the old man without saying a word.

Seven or eight young men who looked like gangsters looked at each other and turned their eyes in circles twice. Then one of them raised his eyebrows and everyone began to gather around Meng Fan.

One of the leaders, a young man with a totem tattoo on his arm, rolled up the cuffs of his T-shirt and walked towards Meng Fan with a toothpick in his mouth.

The young man walked up to Meng Fan and kicked Meng Fan's foot: "Hey, kid, what did you do to get in here?"

Meng Fan expected that he would be in trouble. He knew that anyone who could come in here would have no background and lack of courage. Thinking of this, he pretended to be impatient and cold without raising his head.

Said: "The murder suspect is here awaiting trial?!"

After saying one sentence, several young people looked at each other and took a breath subconsciously. The leader rolled his Adam's apple and felt a little timid.

But then I thought about it, would the murderer be locked up in the detention center? He seemed to have guessed what was wrong, and said with a sneer: "Boy, are you here? Will the murderer be locked up here?"

Meng Fan slowly raised his head and looked at the young man with sharp eyes: "You can try, it doesn't matter."

The young man swallowed, looked around, turned and left. When the other followers saw that the boss had withdrawn, why did he pretend to be cool?

At this moment, everyone was quiet. Logically speaking, a few young people should not believe it so easily, but Meng Fan is really good at acting. He acted like the real thing and ignored others. He also had a look on his face.

They were impatient, and their eyes showed venom. These young men were not big bastards like Liu Tao. They immediately turned around and left when they saw that their temperament was not right.

As soon as the young men left, Meng Fan became depressed. When he thought that he had scared people away in half a month, he had to die of boredom. He stood up and walked towards the young man, squatting next to the leading young man. The young man was frightened.

You have to get up quickly.

"What's wrong? I have a thorn on my body? Sit down and chat?!" Meng Fan glanced at him with a stern look, then took out a cigarette and handed it to the young man. The young man was too scared to take it at first, but he hesitated.

, I had no choice but to take it with trembling hands, cautiously click on it, and start smoking.

Meng Fan took two puffs and said nonchalantly: "Brother, it seems that you are a long-established brand? You come in often?!"

The young man swallowed again with a pale face, looked at Meng Fan in horror, nodded dully, and did not dare to speak.

Meng Fan smiled and patted his shoulder: "Why are you so scared? I'm not a murderer? But don't even think about touching me, otherwise you'll never get out."

Hearing this, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, but he still did not dare to have the idea of ​​bullying Meng Fan. He clearly felt that Meng Fan was extraordinary, and to be precise, he was not something he could afford to offend.

Seeing that the young man's expression was much better than before, Meng Fan looked at the other people and asked: "Why are you all so thin? It's not because of drug abuse, right?"

The young man shook his head repeatedly and said with a dry smile: "No, no, how can we have the money to buy that thing?"

"Oh?! What do you mean? You stole money?!" Meng Fan raised his eyebrows and asked with interest.

The young man smiled: "Absolutely?! We brothers are quite successful in society, but they are often bullied. As soon as we have money, others will take it away. If we don't give it back, we will be beaten. We have no choice but to come to the bureau."

Let’s have some fun, eat until we’re full, and then go out and stay for a while, then come in when you’re hungry?!”

Meng Fan was startled. What kind of thing is there to come to the bureau to make a living? Relying on the royal family to take care of the food is really a good idea. It is much better than going out to beg for food. He threw out a few more cigarettes and handed them to others.

A few people asked casually: "Who bullied you? There are seven or eight of you?!"

The young man at the head seemed to have something unspeakable, his face changed, and he sighed helplessly and said: "Hey, I'm not afraid of your laughter if I say it. We just hang out in the school, grabbing a student's pocket money all day long, and collecting it secretly.

I paid a protection fee, but once again I was charged by the wrong person. I robbed the money of my younger brother who was a family member at the school. From then on, we brothers were beaten whenever we were seen wherever we went.

, so I really couldn’t survive anymore, so I thought of living here.”

"School? Damn, we are really destined. Who did you offend?" Meng Fan frowned and asked in confusion.

Several young people looked at each other in muttering, and the leader stamped out the cigarette butt and said: "That person's name is Xu Chao, he is a bald man, and he is doing well in the school. I heard that there are people behind him, even the second-generation official of the school

, even the second generation of rich people have to give in to him, and our brothers are not like him..."

"He's a bald man, quite tall, right? He's about the same height as me, tall and thin, with a Buddha statue hanging around his neck, and a little girl beside him..."

"That's right, brother, how did you know?!" Several young men saw that Meng Fan's words were accurate, and they all said excitedly.

Meng Fan flicked the cigarette butt out and squatted down again: "Holy crap, forget it, now it's over, I've avenged you, I'm in?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was at a loss and looked at each other: "Brother, what's going on? Tell me?!"

Meng Fan looked at the crowd and saw the excited expressions of the young men. He shook his head helplessly: "I only came in because I broke that bald man's leg. Damn, I'm so frustrated.

"

The young people subconsciously did not react. They were stunned for a moment, and then they jumped up in cheers. They all pulled Meng Fan excitedly and said: "Oh, big brother, what is your name? We will follow you from now on. Big brother, will you accept us?"

Take it, brother, please..."

"Well?!"

Meng Fan's pupils dilated and he didn't understand what he meant. He looked at everyone in shock and asked, "Why do you accept it? I'm not a gangster, and I don't want to join the underworld, so you should just forget it?!"

Several young people looked at each other with some disappointment, and still begged unwillingly: "Brother, if you don't want to mess around, we won't mess around either. As long as you can accept us, we will do whatever you do, and we will follow you from now on."

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"I wonder, are you really lying? Are you happy that I'm here now?" Meng Fan jumped up immediately. These young men in their twenties all looked skinny. Even if they wanted to fool around, they couldn't find this person.

Helping guys is not enough of a burden? One hundred thousand people are unwilling to do so.

"Boy, you can't escape. This is just the beginning..."

The old man in the corner who had been silent all this time suddenly said a cold word and glanced at Meng Fan with blank eyes.

Meng Fan was stunned, and several young men also stopped talking and turned back to look at the old man in astonishment.

Suddenly, Meng Fan remembered the mysterious old man who told Feng Yingying about the tattoo, and began to recall the physical characteristics of the old man Feng Yingying mentioned. He had a hard body, wore a hat, and was mysterious. Isn't this the person in front of him?

? In addition to the old man's sudden words just now, Meng Fan was so excited that he finally found this old man, and there was hope that the tattoo on his back could be crossed out.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan was so happy that he ran to the old man's side: "Uncle, you gave me that pattern, right?!"

With a mysterious smile, the old man slowly raised his head, didn't speak, just nodded, and looked at Meng Fan calmly.

Seeing the old man's answer, Meng Fan became even more excited, pursed his lips, and then asked: "What should I say? You also know that the pattern is very weird? Most people get a tattoo and it hurts like hell, right?"

The old man was still very calm, putting his arms on his knees and nodding slightly.

Meng Fan got excited again and his Adam's apple rolled: "Uncle, so you can find a way to get rid of him?!"

After speaking, he looked at the old man excitedly, waiting for his nod, but suddenly, the old man smiled and shook his head slightly.

Meng Fan stopped and jumped up: "Oh no, are you kidding me? There is no way to get rid of him, why did you put it on me, you old and dishonest thing, you are not a good person at first glance.

, I usually buy dog-skin plasters under the bridge, and when I was caught, you came to me and tortured me again, what are you doing?!"
Chapter completed!