When he was in the detention room just now, he asked Hu Pao to tell Mr. Zhang Song what he said was very serious, saying that he was imprisoned by bad police here and beaten. If Mr. Zhang received this call, he would definitely not ignore it.

Jiangxi Wen got up, stepped forward, and was discharged from the hospital. There was a whistle and a whistle that was like Yi Shuihan. The police officers held the batons, and a brave man actually took out the gun from the station and pointed at Jiangxi Wen, but no one dared to get close.

It is enough to experience a person's life once. Jiangxi Wen will not be so stupid as to be a hero at this time. He does not move and waits quietly.

The sound of whistles came from outside the yard. With a sound of brakes, a group of live-fire riot police officers, like on the TV, made a gesture. A group of riot police officers rushed into the yard in an orderly manner, and instantly occupied every corner of the police yard that was easy to attack.

It's a bit of an anti-strike attitude, but it's a bit of a big deal to deal with a child.

It was not until this time that they realized that their opponent was just a child with a bandage on one hand and a footprint on the bandage, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Wen Chong from Jiangxi stretched out a finger and said gently: "One gun is enough, why waste so much police force? What should I do if there is a major case at this time..." "What's going on? Who called us?" The explosion-proof captain was a little annoyed. He took back the guns in his hand and shouted at the police in the station.

"It's me!" One of the besieged Wen of Jiangxi ran over, "Comrade, don't be a child. Our director and director's brother-in-law, uh, the director and police officer Li Wenwu, were knocked down by this kid."

At this moment, the sound of riding a bicycle ran into everyone's ears. Everyone looked out of the courtyard and saw a black car stopping steadily with a very beautiful sudden brake. Then, a majestic middle-aged man got out of the car and wore a police uniform on him. He looked very imposing.

"I think you were using your post to imprison a child privately." The middle-aged man's voice was not loud, but when he walked in, all the policemen held their breath and looked at him, so that his words clearly reached everyone's ears.

Looking at the stunned people, the middle-aged policeman increased his voice: "Don't you go back to me yet! He consumes such a lot of police force to deal with a child without crime! What is the reason for this matter? We must investigate it to the end!"

"Yes. Director Zhu! They called and said it was very serious. As policemen, they should be punished for falsely calling the police!" The explosion-proof captain saluted and said.

"You go back first, do you want the people to watch the fun?" Director Zhu glared at the other party.

"Yes!" The explosion-proof captain saluted again, turned around and summoned the team members to get on the police. When he left, he turned off the sirens. The explosion-proof police car disappeared from its speed just now and drove onto the road slowly.

Jiangxi Wen breathed a long sigh of relief. Hu Pao was finally able to do something. Director Zhu must be the reinforcement soldier brought by Mr. Zhang Song on the phone.

Jiangxi Wen suddenly felt that his body was weak. He was resisting for so long. Once it was fine, the pain from the fracture attacked his brain with exhaustion, and his legs couldn't help but bend down.

"Little classmate!" Director Zhu leaned closest, took a step forward, supported Jiangxiwen, and then said angrily to everyone: "What have you tortured a child!"

"Director Zhu, go in and see our director and see what he looks like." The thin policeman came over and made a righteous statement, "This child is very capable. No ordinary people can deal with it."

Compared with Ruoda Mo City, this is just a small police station in a district. Usually, there are fewer opportunities to see the director once, so there is no need to talk face to face like this.

After finally having such an opportunity, the thin policeman certainly had to show himself. He had long heard that Zhu Wei, the director of the Mo Metropolitan Police Department, was straightforward and hated people who flattered him.

So he is now showing his strength and indomitableness. In his opinion, the director cannot make things difficult for a gangster and director, not to mention that the child in front of him did beat the director and Li Wenwu and still couldn't get up.

Zhu Wei frowned and scolded: "A few adults, still policemen, have joined forces to deal with a child. If they can't beat them, they are embarrassed to shout here! Why don't you call an ambulance!"

The thin policeman realized now, yes, no one informed the director, why did he disturb him from coming in person? And when the director came, he kept talking for the child. Is this child's background not simple?

He subconsciously gave up his tough and blunt look, regained his nature, and smiled apologized: "Yes, yes, Director Zhu, I'll call you now."

His expression made Zhu Wei even more annoyed, so he waved his other hand and ignored him.

Several other old policemen who knew how to observe the words and expressions quickly ran up, helped Jiangxiwen from Zhu Wei, half carried him into the office, and placed his hands and feet on the sofa.

Jiangxi Wen was enjoying such treatment with peace of mind. He had no strength anyway, and the matter was solved. He just took a comfortable rest and let the damn director and the fat pig brother-in-law regret it.

I don’t know how long it took, but Jiangxi Wen woke up from his deep sleep and felt much more comfortable. Looking around, there was an antique room with an ancient bed. The bed below was shaped like a couch in ancient times, but it was moderately soft and hard, which was very comfortable.

Looking at the side, an old man with white haired back was facing him, sitting cross-legged beside the couch. There seemed to be a few tables in front of him. The old man was holding a book in his hand and reading it carefully.

Jiangxi Wen moved his body and asked, "Old man, can you ask me if I have traveled through time again? Which dynasty is this?"

"Oh?" The old man turned around, looking quite young, with his white hair, which was a childish face. He was stunned for a few seconds and smiled, "Young man is quite humorous. Is your arm no longer hurt?"

Jiangxi Wencai remembered his broken hand and seemed to be out of consciousness. He hurriedly looked at the arm and found that the plaster had been removed and the bandage was put on again.

The black mud-like object faintly shone in the bandage, twisted slightly, but there was no pain at all. Jiangxi Wen immediately understood what was going on, was happy in his heart, and immediately smiled: "You are an old Chinese doctor, it must be Uncle Zhu who brought me here! Thank you. I thought I was stepping on the wrong place by those bastards, but I don't know how long it will take to wrap the plaster!"

After coming out of the police station, I was sleeping all the time. As soon as I opened my eyes, the environment changed so much. Moreover, he and Zhu Wei had only met once and could guess my identity and how I came here at once.

The old man secretly admired in his heart, then smiled and said, "Young man, you are quite smart. Finally, I didn't waste my medicine."

"Don't the stupid person get your treatment?" Jiang Xiwen asked back a little disliked the old man's way of speaking.

"Haha..." The old man was not angry, "Yes, there are not many people who can get me healed now. If it weren't for Lao Zhang's call, he wouldn't even want me to treat you even if he pointed a gun at my head. Jiangxi Wen felt even more uncomfortable when he opened his mouth, "It seems that you must be Mr. Zhang Song's friend. The old comrade who came during the war back then had such good medical skills! However, I asked you to treat me for the sake of Mr. Zhang's face. Otherwise, you would even face my cannon on my chest and don't think I could ask you to treat you."

After hearing this, the old man's face suddenly became scared, and his pair of divine eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he stared at Jiangxi Wen like this.

Jiangxi Wen met his gaze with an indifferent expression. After a few seconds, the old man laughed: "Good boy, there are not many people who can look at me. Even if there are, they are just ruthless against ruthless, cold against cold, and you are like you now and don't care at all. It's like I punched the cotton and had nowhere to focus. It's really rare for a young man like you to have such a state of mind."

Jiangxi Wen smiled and said, "It is very rare for an old man like you to let go of his pride so quickly."

"Not bad, not bad!" The old man nodded with a smile and said, "Old Zhang did not read the wrong person. You are smart and alert. It's a pity that this old guy stole such a good grandson-in-law."

After hearing the old man's words, Jiangxiwen almost fainted. Obviously, after taking the call from Mr. Zhang Song, he regarded himself as the son-in-law of the Zhang family.

Even if he doesn't consider his age and feelings, he will only be treated by Mr. Zhang's request. He should be a good friend with Zhang Song. So why is it a pity that he is with Zhang Ya?

Although Jiangxi Wen was a little curious, he was even more anxious to find Zhang Ya. If Zhang Ya found out that his grandfather had asked someone to find her, he would probably leave Modu again.
Chapter completed!