Because of this intentional wounding incident, as expected, Ah Fei was handcuffed by the police with anklets. When he walked, he was dragging his feet and feeling a little heavy.

"be honest!"

Despite this, he still goes his own way, with a swagger and a provocative look in his eyes that will never change.

In the eyes of several young police officers, this is contempt for law enforcement officers.

"Pay attention to your attitude and words. You are in custody now. Please cooperate with our work!"

After reaching the second iron gate, A Fei entered the real detention area. The small single room was cold, not well ventilated, and had poor lighting. It was very stuffy, narrow, and the walls were very high, making it extremely depressing.

There were only three rooms here with the same furnishings. A Fei was moved to the second room. He could not see clearly. After all the police officers left, he tried his best to get close to the little light through the only small window and shouted loudly.

call out.

"Isn't it just squatting? I'm not afraid of your grandpa!"

"Boy, you are quite crazy!"

The ones who responded to him were not the police officers who were gradually walking away. The voices were clear and seemed to be from a distance. He returned to the room, put his ear against the interior wall, and listened intently and breathlessly to what was going on next door. After a while, the person on the other side heard what was going on.

It was as if he had clairvoyant eyes, and his behavior at the moment was immediately revealed.

"Don't listen, I'm in the innermost room on the left next to you."

This time, the voice of the conversation seemed to be clearer. He leaned closer and tried to reply with his mouth.

"How do you know I'm listening? Can you see me?"

"You kid, you haven't stopped cursing since you came in. You stopped just now after I couldn't help but say a word. What else can you do besides listening to the wall? Am I right?

"

"Yeah, that's right."

A Fei nodded thoughtfully.

"Then why was the master arrested? Or was he in the innermost room? He must be a famous person in the world, right? May I ask what your name is? Do you have a nickname?"

He couldn't help but get excited when he thought that the person next door was probably a big brother on the road. If he could go through the situation with the big brother on the road, he would be half a brother, and it would be a lot of face to tell the truth.

"..."

There was silence on the other side of the wall.

"Boy, please read less martial arts novels. Nicknames are not necessary."

Although I think this guy is a bit of a middle-class guy, it seems like the people on this side of the wall haven't had a good chat with anyone for a long time.

"Hey, what's your name? What crime did you commit? Tell me about it?"

"You haven't answered me yet? Why should I tell you?"

"Oh, he's not very angry, but he's quite angry."

"Tch, if you don't say it, don't say it. Don't always use your age as an excuse. What are you doing, relying on your old age to show off your old age? It's boring!"

Ah Fei sat down on the hard spring single bed and lay down leisurely with his arms resting on his arms, his feet in slippers resting casually on the bed.

"The boy is quite crazy. He has the same demeanor as I did back then, but I don't know if he has any real skills!"

As soon as these words came out, A Fei, who was still shaking his legs on the bed just now, suddenly became energetic again.

"Of course, who am I? Ah Fei, the little bully, who is so good at opening doors and locking them, and finding things in bags!"

"A thief?"

"Bah, bah, have you ever heard of thieves? I don't trust the police, but that doesn't mean everything I do is necessarily bad!"

"That's stealing too!"

"Forget it, I can't tell you clearly!"

He turned away to sulk, but little did he know that the person across the wall had already developed an inexplicable liking for him in just a few minutes of conversation.

"Hey, boy!"

"what?"

He responded angrily and fiercely.

"How about I teach you serious skills when you get out?"

"Serious skills? Collecting protection fees? Fighting in groups? Seizing territory?"

"Can you watch less violent movies like Young and Dangerous? I'm talking about a legitimate business!"

"Legal business? Do gangsters still do legal business? What is it?"

"Security company, how about a security company? I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"Ah? Would anyone dare to hire you?"

"Otherwise, if you want to do freight transportation, you just need to be able to drive. Boy, do you have a driver's license?"

"Ah? Let's drive. Can we use a motorcycle?"

"...What kind of goods are you hauling on a motorcycle? Delivering express is too difficult!"

The conversation between an old man and a young man finally made the guard unbearable. He came over and used a baton he carried with him to knock hard on the big iron door on the outside, and at the same time issued a warning in a loud and majestic voice.

"Why are we making such a fuss? We didn't explain the problem, but we just started chatting inside. Is this a tea party?"

"Officer, that's wrong. Even if you have a tea party, you have to give me a cup of tea. First of all!"

The middle-aged man slowly imitated the accent of southerners who are too tongue-tied to speak Mandarin, and joked, which made the guy next door laugh so hard that he burst into giggles.

"Dong Yi, stay still and shut up!"

The guard was furious and shouted a warning.

"Uncle, so your name is Dong Yi? Why don't you call me Dong Wang? I've explained everything to you, hahahahahaha..."

"That's wrong. I only understand one but not the other. I only know a little about one or two!"

"Then do you only understand one or two, or do you only understand one and two?"

"Maybe you all understand?"

"Hahahahahaha, uncle, you are so interesting!"

"Shut up!"

The joyful atmosphere instantly enlivened this dull and depressing temporary detention center. Unknowingly, A Fei and Dong Yi established trust in a short period of time.

It wasn't until Ji Feiyu was interrogated for the nth time that Dong Yi, who refused to speak, was interrogated.

This time, sitting across from him were not just the few people he knew, but also a capable woman wearing glasses, with her hands clasped together, and she was looking at him carefully up and down through the lenses.

She had a serious face, tied up in a rigid ponytail close to her scalp, wearing a careless white shirt, an old gray and blue cardigan woolen sweater, black leggings, a one-step skirt and ordinary old cotton shoes. Her face was very white and she had no makeup.

Dong Yi's first impression was that this woman looked like an old aunt who had gone through menopause early.

Of course, while Dong Yi was sizing up the woman, the other party was also carefully analyzing him from a professional perspective.

Male, there is a long scar on the left cheek, which is visually judged to be a knife wound. It is old, the masseter muscle is slightly wider, and there is a black band between the teeth. He occasionally picks his teeth. He is suspected of chewing betel nut. The index fingers and thumbs of both hands seem to have varying degrees of pain.

It is bent and deformed, and the inner bow side is slightly black and metallic.

Seeing this, her eyes began to shift from wandering around to staring at Dong Yi's hands naturally resting on her legs.

Dong Yi noticed something strange about her, moved the shackles on his hands, and touched the back of his right hand with his left hand.

This move made her more certain of the conclusion she had just reached.

However, she quickly focused her gaze on Dong Yi's face.

"Don't be nervous. I came here to have a chat with you today."
Chapter completed!