Fang Jiexia nodded. She was just reminding him that since the boss understood everything, there was no need to say more and he could continue writing, drawing, and recording and summarizing information.

Soon, Guohua was brought out by Liang Jianbo from the main room of the police station.

At this time, everyone from the Mong Kok Police Station was present in the big room. It seemed that there was a large crowd and an extraordinary momentum.

Guohua took one look, but was not afraid and just sat on a chair.

And the person sitting opposite him was not Ma Jun.

"Tell me, does that drug warehouse in Tsim Sha Tsui belong to you?"

Ma Jun was so angry that he immediately slapped the table and stood up, yelling.

"Sir, don't talk nonsense. Drug trafficking is a serious crime. I am a serious businessman, how could I do such a thing."

Guohua responded casually.

"A serious businessman? A serious businessman will hinder our police work?"

Ma Jun raised his eyebrows and asked again.

"Sir, how dare I obstruct the police's work? I went there just to pay homage to my seniors. Who would have thought that there would be a drug warehouse there!"

"If I had known, I wouldn't have gone there even if they were beaten to death. There are so many police at the scene today, and I'm not stupid."

Guohua gave an explanation "with ease and ease" without any regrets.

In fact, he did not know what warehouse he was in. He was completely called there by Ni Yongxiao.

Ma Jun actually knew that the warehouse had nothing to do with Guohua, but when he saw Guohua still shaking his chair with such arrogance, he became very angry.

"You said it's not the case, right?"

While talking, Ma Jun twisted Guohua's collar with a fierce look on his face.

Next to them, Gao Xi and Watson were also aggressive, and as Ma Jun's buddies, they surrounded him.

Guohua had seen Ma Jun show off his power in the afternoon, and his skills were definitely not something he could compete with.

Even though he was timid in his heart, Guohua showed no signs of falling behind and shouted:

"Sir, don't mess around. What kind of era is it now? It's not the time for the four major detectives to make the decision. Why, you still want to torture me to extract a confession and accuse me? I know the law and I will hurt you when the time comes.

If the Police Complaints Bureau files a complaint against you, you will be stripped of your skin."

Hearing this, the other police officers in the big room all shook their heads, secretly thinking that this kid was in trouble.

Ma Jun is a cruel man. Before he arrived in Mong Kok, he was known as the "King of Complaints".

Threatening him will have no other effect than arousing his ferocity.

Sure enough, when Ma Jun heard the complaint, he slapped Guohua.

Snap…….…!

Another slap in the face with his backhand, Guohua was completely stunned, and then he felt someone pulling his collar, which was extremely uncomfortable.

In front of his eyes, Ma Jun's face was approaching, and spittle sprayed onto his face:

"Complain against me? If you can still go out, ask around. I, Ma Jun, from the Mong Kok Police Station, are you afraid of complaining?"

At this time, the door to the director's office opened, and Fang Jiexia's figure appeared, greeting expressionlessly:

"Ajun, the boss said, if you can't find out anything, you will be put back in the detention room."

"Sir Liang, come here."

When Fang Jiexia came forward, Ma Jun gave him face and reluctantly put down Guohua. Liang Jianbo also trotted up to Fang Jiexia.

Five minutes later.

There were palm prints on both sides of his face. The indignant Guohua was pushed back to the detention room by Liang Jianbo and Gao Xi.

"Boss, how's it going?"

"Guohua, are you okay?"

Seeing the door to the detention room being opened, everyone in Tsim Sha Tsui hurriedly asked questions and showed great concern.

Guohua had a gloomy face, maybe because Liang Jianbo and Gao Xi were present, he didn't say anything immediately.

But the next moment, he had to speak.

Because Liang Jianbo opened the iron door of Detention Room No. 3, it was not the same place as before.

"Sir, what does this mean?"

Guohua is an old man, so he would change places at will and not be allowed to enter.

But Liang Jianbo ignored him and called to Rhino:

"Brother Rhinoceros, I told you that I will arrange for you to do things tomorrow. Your territory will be related to this boy by then. If you want to know something, you can ask it tonight."

"oh?"

Several people in Detention Room No. 3 suddenly became energetic. Rhino, who had just drunk the right amount of red wine, shook his head hard, sobered himself up, and said quickly:

"I understand, I completely understand, Sir Liang, please thank Mr. Lei for me."

Bang...

The iron door was closed, and Guohua, who did not want to enter, was pushed into the No. 3 detention room by Gao Xi.

"Why are you locking me up here? If you kill the police, I will definitely file a complaint against you."

Guohua grabbed the iron railing with his backhand and yelled.

At the same time, dozens of people imprisoned in Tsim Sha Tsui also made a fuss, banging the iron bars:

"What are you doing? Why are you locking my eldest brother over there?"

"Hey, open the door, you two idiots, do you want to die?"

"We will definitely sue you so that you will no longer be able to be police officers."

"Stop making noise!"

Liang Jianbo shouted loudly at this time. When everyone's voices lowered, the old god said:

"Whether you want to complain or sue, you have to go out safely."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you that our Mong Kok detention room is in a state of disrepair and the quality of the iron bars is not very good. If you keep shaking it like this and something goes wrong, don't blame us for treating you as fugitives."

"Oh, by the way, you may not be familiar with police regulations. Our police can use guns to deal with absconding criminals!"

As if cooperating with Liang Jianbo, Gao Xi, who was very strong and strong, took out some 38 points, just like an adult holding a toy, but the "shock" was so strong that no one dared to make trouble again.

This is a fucking black jail, a black police station, it’s so dark.

These gangsters in Tsim Sha Tsui have been around for many years. They have heard about the darkness of the 1950s and 1960s, but have never seen it.

Today, they finally met.

The Mong Kok Police Station and the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station are completely opposite.

The methods they can use in other police stations will not work here.

At the same time, Liang Jianbo continued to speak and named:

"Who calls Gandhi? Come out and interrogate him overnight!"

"ah?"

Gandhi looked frightened. This Guohua had just been interrogated, and after the interrogation, he was imprisoned across the street.

Now it's your turn, can you get it after the interrogation?

"Oh, Ni Yongxiao's desperate rush to the street is really a trick. If he hadn't asked himself and others to go over to worship Ni Kun today, these things wouldn't have happened. Now he's fine. He's safe. He was sent to the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station. He

Yu Guohua was so miserable that he was locked up in a criminal police station."

Gandhi, "trembling with fear", followed Liang Jianbo and Gao Xi, left the detention room and went straight to the director's office.

Undoubtedly, he was not interrogated by Ma Jun, but Lei Yaoyang himself.

"Head, people have brought it."

"You guys go out first, Axia, you go out too, I'll have a chat with him alone."

"yes, sir!"

Soon, only two people were left in the office, sitting and standing in silence.

Lei Yaoyang took a look at Gandhi. This man looked to be in his thirties, wearing brown sunglasses, with sparse hair, and he looked quite ruthless.

However, after reading his information, Lei Yaoyang knew very well that this person had no brains.

"Sit down, do you want something to drink?"

Raising his right hand, Lei Yaoyang behaved very politely and was not as "aggressive and tortured to extract confessions" as Gandhi thought.

"No need, Sir Lei."

Gandhi pulled out his chair and sat down carefully without daring to be arrogant.
To be continued...