Hong Kong Variety Show: My Boss Thirteenth Sister

The two of them were busy, but the two of them were busy.

Jiang Lai stood up and left Chen Guozhong's office.

In the office, Ah Le, Ah Chen and Hua Ge looked at each other with complicated expressions.

"They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" Chen Guozhong knew the personalities of his subordinates and was worried that they might offend Jiang Lai, so he asked one more question.

"No!" Jiang Lai looked at Chen Guozhong, then turned around and spoke calmly.

"That's good!" Chen Guozhong felt a little relieved when he heard Jiang Lai's answer.

Chen Guozhong looked back in the direction of the office for no apparent reason, and then said to himself: "They are all good policemen."

Jiang Lai stopped, looked at Chen Guozhong meaningfully, and said calmly: "I know!"

The two looked at each other, and then continued to walk forward.

Zhang Fuxi's office was not far away, just at the other end of the corridor.

"Sir Zhang!" Chen Guozhong greeted Zhang Fuxi first after entering his office.

Zhang Fuxi sat behind his desk, his eyes bypassed Chen Guozhong and looked at Jiang behind him.

Jiang Lai also noticed Zhang Fuxi's gaze, but he didn't care. Instead, he looked around the environment in the office, looking as calm as a tourist.

In front of Zhang Fuxi was a huge desk, on which was placed a computer, some documents and stationery. Behind the desk was a wall covered with various honorary certificates and awards showing his contributions.

On the left side of the office, there was a large bookcase with various legal books, reference materials and documents. There was also a leather black sofa next to the bookcase.

On the right side of the office is a large glass window that overlooks the street outside the police station. There is also a small conference table and several chairs in the middle.

Zhang Fuxi saw Jiang Lai's actions, his face darkened slightly, and he waved to Chen Guozhong and said, "You go out first!"

Chen Guozhong paused, then responded with a little helplessness, and then left the office.

"Are you Jiang Lai?" After Chen Guozhong left, Zhang Fuxi said indifferently.

Jiang Lai did not respond immediately, but sat directly on the sofa.

Zhang Fuxi frowned and looked at Jiang Lai with gloomy eyes.

Jiang Lai raised one leg, and the whole person leaned lazily on the sofa, and said in a very leisurely manner: "Hmm!"

His casual attitude also made Zhang Fuxi even more dissatisfied, and his fist under the table was even slightly clenched.

However, thinking of Jiang Lai's influence, Zhang Fuxi still suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Did you do Wang Bao's death?"

Hmm?

Jiang Lai was stunned, glanced at him, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said calmly: "No!"

"Bang!!!"

Zhang Fuxi couldn't help it when he heard Jiang Lai's words, and slapped the table heavily.

Standing up, staring at Jiang Lai: "I tell you, don't play tricks on me, answer me honestly when I ask you, don't forget that this is the police station!!!"

"Heh!!"

Jiang Lai sneered, and his eyes became sharp: "So what if it's the police station."

"If you have evidence, arrest me!!"

"Do you think I don't dare?"

The two looked at each other, Jiang Lai's eyes were terribly cold, and his eyes exuded a cold chill, which made Zhang Fuxi dare not look directly at him.

Zhang Fuxi didn't expect that Jiang Lai, who seemed to be gentle on the surface, would burst out with murderous aura in an instant, which actually gave people a palpitating sense of oppression, as if he had become a different person in an instant.

He had never seen a short mule dare to talk to him like this, and even Wang Bao was cautious when facing him.

The atmosphere in the office also dropped to the freezing point.

"Okay, let's just assume that Wang Bao's death has nothing to do with you, but how do you explain the large number of guns under your command?" In the end, Zhang Fuxi chose to give in, his expression regained calm, and he sat down again and spoke slowly.

He also knew that there were no direct witnesses or evidence to prove that Jiang Lai was responsible for Wang Bao's death, so he could only detain Jiang Lai for 48 hours at most, but what was the point of doing so?

"Don't tell me no, so many eyes have seen it, this matter does not allow you to quibble!!"

In order to prevent Jiang Lai from repeating the same trick, Zhang Fuxi deliberately said one more sentence.

"You should also know the bottom line of the Hong Kong police!!!"

After speaking, Zhang Fuxi stared straight at Jiang Lai.

He didn't really care too much about Wang Bao's death, but in his jurisdiction,

So many guns were found.

If these guns are not handled properly, the consequences may be disastrous, which cannot be ignored by him.

So he needs an answer from Jiang Lai, or a guarantee.

Jiang Lai looked at Zhang Fuxi deeply and said, "What explanation do you want?"

Zhang Fuxi thought for a moment and said solemnly, "Hand over the guns, and then you hand over two people. I will arrange to prepare a batch of fake guns to clarify this matter to the outside world!!"

Jiang Lai's big move in Jordan naturally attracted the attention of many people. In addition to the underworld and white people, even some ordinary residents were talking about it.

So in order to calm the impact of this matter, Zhang Fuxi also thought about it and came up with such a solution.

On the other hand, Zhang Fuxi also secretly swore in his heart that as long as he took Jiang Lai's gun, he would definitely deal with Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai, who is out of control, is too dangerous.

Jiang Lai was silent for a moment and was about to speak.

Click! !

The door opened.

Both of them looked towards the door at the same time.

"What are you doing?"

A shout came, and a foreigner pointed at Zhang Fuxi angrily.

British?

Jiang Lai frowned slightly.

"Sir!!" Zhang Fuxi stood up and saluted immediately when he saw the foreigner entering the room, with an extremely respectful attitude.

"Humph!"

The foreigner snorted coldly and walked straight to Zhang Fuxi's seat. Zhang Fuxi also tactfully gave up his seat.

"Who is he?" The foreigner no longer noticed Jiang Lai on the side and asked Zhang Fuxi.

"He..." Zhang Fuxi looked at Jiang Lai and was a little speechless.

"Hmm?" The foreigner saw Zhang Fuxi hesitated and his face suddenly darkened.

"Fuck, I don't care who he is, get him out right now!!!" The foreigner pointed at the door and roared before Zhang Fuxi could speak.

Hearing the foreigner's words, Jiang Lai's face also darkened.

Zhang Fuxi looked a little embarrassed, and gave Jiang Lai a look, signaling Jiang Lai to leave quickly.

Seeing Jiang Lai's cold eyes, he was unmoved.

The foreigner pointed directly at Jiang Lai: "get the fuck out"

"Bastard!!"

Jiang Lai's eyes became sharp, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Lai didn't want to provoke the British, but it didn't mean that he couldn't understand English.

Seeing that Jiang Lai didn't react, the British thought that he didn't understand English, so he prepared to say in Chinese: "Get out..."

Pa! ! !

Jiang Lai stood up instantly and slapped him hard in the face.