After leaving a harsh word, the old stool lowered his head and continued to sharpen his knife, making the sour sound echoed in the empty warehouse.

"What I said is true. Liancheng's case is about to be closed. Even if you ask me to change my words, it will be too late. Besides, Lin Zi will not allow me to change my words, and the police will not accept it at all."

Song Yangli became nervous and struggled uneasy, but unfortunately he was firmly held by Yang Chen and Wei Wei.

"I haven't practiced for a long time, and my technique is a bit raw." The old stool grabbed the spring, turned left and right a few times, then licked the blade with his tongue, and his eyes suddenly became cold: "Help me get a dog, I'll sacrifice the knife first."

"There is a Tibetan mastiff in the club, so I will take it over immediately." Wei Wei walked out the door without hesitation.

A few minutes later, he asked two workers to push a large iron cage. There was a big Tibetan mastiff that looked like a calf. The guy had a big head that looked like a basket, and his blood-red eyes were particularly vague. He screamed as if some wild beasts were whistling, hoarse and fierce.

Maybe it was because of a premonition that his fate would change, and the big Tibetan mastiff walked back and forth in the cage anxiously, and the cage was shaking and making a sound.

Song Yang, who was pressed by Yang Chen, obviously began to feel uneasy and shouted in panic: "What do you want to do? I tell you, I have many friends in the Police Station..."

"This thing is pretty good." The old stool stood up, walked slowly to the cage, staring at the Tibetan mastiff and looking at it.

"Aoao..." The Tibetan mastiff roared at once, with two front paws flapping into the cage, as if he was about to tear people apart.

"Brother Stool, stand back, this beast is really biting people. I almost took off the chef's thigh yesterday." Wei Wei signaled to the old stool with concern.

"It's okay." The old stool smiled indifferently, then pulled open the iron cage door. Before the Tibetan mastiff could jump out, he raised his hand first, roughly grabbed the guy's thick mane, pressed it down on the spot, and then stomped a few feet like a kick.

"Aowu..." The big Tibetan mastiff struggled violently in an instant, but he couldn't resist it at all. The old stool rode directly on it, swinging his fists and arched his bow left and right.

At most about three or four minutes, the Tibetan Mastiff became honest, curled up with all its legs and lay limply on the ground.

The old stool then got up, took out the clamping spring from behind the waist, pinched the tail of the Tibetan mastiff with his left hand, held the knife with his right hand, and pressed the blade downwards everything, cutting off how long a finger was.

"Woo!" The dog immediately let out a terrifying howl, twisted his head, opened his bloody mouth and was about to chew on the back of the old stool. The old stool reacted faster, and his figure flashed, and another punch hit the Tibetan mastiff's nose, then he clenched the clamping spring and chopped off a large piece.

This time, the Tibetan mastiff did not dare to continue attacking, and crawled down honestly.

"Competitively, I can't die if I cut your basket. If I get angry, I will treat you as the main dish tonight." The old stool threw the chopped half of the tail on the ground and patted the huge head of the Tibetan mastiff.

The Tibetan mastiff, which claims to be able to drive away wolves and tigers, seemed to understand it, and instantly made a low sound of begging for mercy.

"You go and go. At least an hour later, I'll ask him to talk to you about what you are interested in." The old stool turned around and said to me, and finally waved his hand to drive Yang Chen and Wei Wei away: "You can retreat too, I don't like being stared at work."

After seeing me nodding, the two brothers let go of Song Yang and quickly walked out of the warehouse.

"If you dare to run, I dare to let it bite you." The old stool pointed at Song Yang and said carelessly: "If you hurt someone, you can call the police, but where will the dog bite you?"

"Mr. Wang, what do you want me to do?" Song Yang growled with heartache: "I've said it almost 800 times. Liancheng's case has basically been finalized. What should you do if you ask me to do?"

"Don't shout, now you just need to talk to me." The old stool raised his head and interrupted Song Yang, stroked the Tibetan mastiff with his left hand and played with the clamping with his right hand.

After I stood there silent for a moment, I turned around and stepped out of the warehouse.

As the door gradually rallied, the sound of dog barking and shouting sounded instantly.

The most vicious way to intimidate a person is not to damage his body, but to deprive him of his dignity, disintegrate his will, distort his soul, and finally make him mentally collapse.

In terms of torture, the old stool is still one level worse than Wu Heng, but it should be enough to deal with Song Yang.

You don’t have to think about it and know that in the next period of time, Song Yang will definitely be unforgettable for his whole life.

"Oh..." I sighed and shook my head helplessly.

Yang Chen and Wei Wei came to me, and Yang Chen whispered: "Xiaolang, where is this old stool coming from? People are ruthless and don't talk much. The murderous aura on their bodies makes the Tibetan mastiff tremble. There should be someone in his hand, there should be more than one murder."

Wei Wei admired him and smacked his lips: "I admire the strength of Brother Stool, so I will ask him more advice in the future."

"His life has entered the countdown, it is really the one that is indifferent to life and death." I rubbed my cheeks and smiled bitterly: "It's okay for Song Yang to throw it to him, where are the emperor and Xiaoying?"

"The emperor made a big fuss in the hospital. Although it did not constitute any substantial crime, the impact was very bad. Sister Bo and the madman were trying to communicate." Yang Chen handed me a cigarette and then said, "Xiaoying has basically nothing to do with her. She said directly that she had found the wrong person. She probably could close the case after completing the regular record."

"Song Yang is sure to revise his confession. Next is Lian Cheng's ex-wife Qin Yu." I took the cigarette roll and put it habitually on my mouth. I suddenly remembered that I promised Wang Ying not to smoke for a week, and then stopped it behind my ears. I blinked and said, "Qin Yu's residence is very close to it, right?"

"A wall is separated by." Yang Chen nodded his head: "When he finished lunch, the madman took me over for a walk. The person who opened the hotel sent out a small leader's wife. If there was something wrong with the hotel, it would be surrounded by a police group in less than half a minute, which was not easy to deal with."

"There is no good or not, it's only good or bad. If you really want to do it, even the administrative department will do it." I waved my hand and said, "Don't worry about Qin Yu's affairs. I'll find someone else to do it. In the past two days, you have tried to figure out all aspects of the Liancheng case. No matter how powerful Lin Zi is, it's impossible to cover up the sky. You can definitely find tricks in the middle. You don't have to be stingy in the places where you need to spend money. If you don't have enough, let Brother Lei transfer money immediately. Since you have been involved, you must have a result. Either Liancheng is safe or bad, or we will put it on Beijing and Lin Zi's gang to fight to the decisive battle. With Yao Junqi and Lu Chun's super second generation, he is barefoot than him. Climbing out of the mud like us, he is just a golden boot. Even if I can't kill him, I will be disgusted to him."

"clear."

"We'll do it now."

Yang Chen and Wei Wei immediately responded loudly with a smile.

"I will change my confession and I will change it as much as I ask me to change it. Please let me go..."

At this moment, Song Yang's heart-wrenching shouts came from the warehouse.

I completely deafened and took out my cell phone and found Wu Heng's number and pressed it.

"Life is just a few short autumns, I won't stop until I get drunk..."

The phone was connected, and a sound of incomplete tone came from over there, and then Wu Heng said lazily: "What's the matter, the king of pants?"

"Oh, Yaxing is pretty good. Are you singing in KTV?" I teased and then said, "You haven't handed over Lin Zi's crime to Yao Junqi's hand, right?"

"Didn't you let me slow down? I'd just go to Northeast China to relax." Wu Heng said with confidence: "I don't have any public expenses to eat and drink. Every penny I spend is earned by myself."

"Give you a chance to travel for public expenses, and start to go to Beijing immediately. It involves a job that you are good at in the field that you need to do in person." I smiled and said, "The other party is a woman."

"I work regardless of gender." Wu Heng said lightly: "Whatever the result is, is it crazy or half crazy, or is it incontinent?"

"Don't need to be so cruel, come here first." I swallowed speechlessly, thought for a while and added: "When I come back, I will bring me some wild ginseng and deer antlers to my father and Xiaoya."

"Please." Wu Heng continued irritably: "Wait, I will arrive in Shangjing tomorrow night at the latest."

Just as I was calling, Gao Lisong suddenly called his number and told Wu Heng a few words before I picked it up.

Gao Lisong said happily: "Lang Ge, I'll go to Shangjing right away. You said it's a coincidence that my elder brother had already returned to China last night. The key is that he didn't tell me in advance, why don't we meet him tonight..."
Chapter completed!