"Yuan Weihua, are you in the bureau now?"

Listening to the angry voice and looking at the words director displayed on the screen, Yuan Weihua felt something vaguely. He suppressed the tension in his heart and said calmly: "Yes, he is dealing with a fight."

"Xiao Yuan, let me go! If you are willing to listen to me, maybe take off this police uniform. If you delay any more, no one can save you!"

When Yuan Weihua heard an extremely heavy voice from the other end of the phone, he suddenly trembled in his palm, and the phone on his hand almost fell off.

"Director...Director, what do you mean? Can the suspect in the fight be released just by saying that he can be released? Although you are the director, if you are asked to use your power for personal gain, I will definitely report you."

Even though he felt something was wrong, Yuan Weihua still had a bit of luck. He himself did not notice it. When he said this, his voice seemed extremely loud and sharp, and the tension in his heart could not be concealed.

"My colleague has been around for more than ten years. This reminder is considered to be the love I have given you. Please take care of yourself!"

The director on the other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, his voice became cold, and he had already hung up the phone before Yuan Weihua could say anything.

"Go and see if you die."

"It's over, it's over, we've all been killed by you this time!"

Several policemen on the side heard the call, and their faces turned pale in an instant, and even cried in their tone, knocked over the desk beside them, and rushed out of the door like crazy.

Yuan Weihua's eyes flashed in the room, and he quickly picked up the broken books and the hammer on the ground, opened the rear window and threw them out.

There is still a long time before dawn. If Zhao Fan dies silently, there is still a lot of time to operate.

But now that the director has paid attention to this matter, if someone dies, the above will definitely investigate it to the end. Although what they did seems to be flawless, they can't stand it after all.

"Cut up, don't let any one run away."

As soon as the door opened, a large group of armed police rushed over. Several people saw the middle-aged director with a blue face shouting and ran towards them. Seeing the dark guns of the armed police were all aimed at them, the few people were so scared that their bodies were trembling, and they quickly raised their hands and leaned against the wall.

"What kind of person are we catching? The director has come forward in person?"

The cold handcuffs made a crackling sound, and the people's hearts were also filled with coldness and their minds were blank.

At this time, Yuan Weihua realized that the director had indeed given him a chance. He had arrived at the door and called him to notify him, giving him enough time to save him.

If he didn't respond to that sentence with a tough stance, the director might have waited for a few more minutes outside, and he would have ruined the last chance himself.

"Go to the detention room, go to the detention room!"

Seeing the lights outside shining and people coming towards this side, the few people who were already confused suddenly woke up.

Thinking of the consequences they would face if Zhao Fan died, they struggled wildly with all their strength, and hissed and kept shouting loudly.

The middle-aged director was about to ask, but the phone in his hand rang again. When he saw the number displayed on the screen, his face became extremely solemn. He even subconsciously sorted out his collar before answering the call respectfully.

"Yes, yes, I've arrived at the scene, I will definitely handle this matter."

"Okay, I will definitely report the matter to you in detail."

Listening to the extremely irritating roar on the other end of the phone, the middle-aged director's cold sweat dripped down, and he kept nodding.

While hanging up the phone, his fire-breathing eyes looked at Yuan Weihua and shouted loudly: "Where is the person? Why don't you hand over the person to me quickly?"

A small black car rushed over and stopped quickly outside the door. A middle-aged man with a national-shaped face ran towards him quickly, accompanied by several armed police officers.

Before he got close, the middle-aged man wearing pajamas shouted: "Kong Pengsong, where is that Yuan Weihua?"

"Director Wu, why are you here in person?"

The director named Kong Pengsong saw the middle-aged man with a Chinese face and twitched in his heart and quickly met him, his tone was a little nervous.

"Isn't it because of the good things you did that the provincial and department have called me. Do you want to take off my hat?"

Director Wu, the national face, searched the crowd with his eyes, and his dark face let out a roar.

"Province, provincial department?"

Director Kong's sweat beads as big as beans on his forehead kept dripping down. He raised his hand and wiped it randomly, and his whole body began to tremble.

When he turned around and looked at Yuan Weihua with a dull face, his face was already a little distorted, and he shouted almost hysterically: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hand it over to me quickly?"

"Provincial Department?"

"In the detention room, you go and save people quickly. If it is too late, someone will die!"

Several policemen who were pressed to the wall on the ground were still shouting. At this moment, when they heard Director Kong's words, they were trembling all over, and their voices seemed even more terrifying and shrill.

The roar of the car engine has been connected outside the yard, and the shining headlights illuminate the already bright yard.

Director Kong took a group of people to the interrogation room with sweat and rushed out of his eyes. Out of his eyes, he saw a large group of soldiers with live ammunition, and quickly surrounded the entire yard with neat steps.

His heart had already sunk to the bottom of the valley, and he didn't dare to stop at all. He urged loudly and rushed to the front.

The group of soldiers escorted the car in the middle and opened the door. The one who got off the car was a young woman in beige professional attire. The moment she got off the car, the entire police station yard became a little brighter.

The sound of high heels made a crisp knock on the ground, and under the escort of more than a dozen soldiers, she was like a queen.

"Mu, Mr. Mu, it's so late... You, are you here for the young man named Zhao Fan?"

Director Wu was shocked when he saw this scene. Several armed police officers not far from him were tense and quickly protected him.

When he saw Mu Qingya walking towards him with a cold expression, his face changed a little. He quickly opened the few people in front of him and met her.

"I'll bail him."

Mu Qingya nodded gently to Director Wu, saying hello. The anxiety in her calm eyes was hidden very well, but Director Wu still saw it. Her eyes only stayed on Director Wu's face for a moment, and then swept across the entire yard. No Zhao Fan was found, and her brows frowned gently.

"Mu's? The president of Mu's Group came to bail him personally? Yuan Weihua, what are you doing? Who are you provoking with us?"

"Yuan Weihua, we have always regarded you as a brother. Are you cheating us like this?"

Seeing Director Kong and his men rushing towards the interrogation room, the few people pressed by the wall breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Mu Qingya enter the police station under the escort of a large group of soldiers.

When they heard her conversation with Director Wu, the few people almost forgot their breathing. They felt that the blood in their bodies became cold. They looked at Yuan Weihua with resentful eyes and cursed.

"President Mu, she actually came in person?"

Lin Shiqi didn't dare to drive the car directly into the yard of the police station. She parked the car outside the yard and just got closer, she was stopped by two soldiers with vigilance.

The yard was bright and even though it was more than ten meters apart, she recognized Mu Qingya at first sight. Looking at her cold face, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a soft cry.

"I am Wen Chenggong. Director Kong knows me. Please let me in."

Wen Chenggong's car was also stopped outside the door. Looking at the police station surrounded by countless soldiers, his forehead was also sweaty, and he kept looking inside on tiptoe, looking extremely anxious.

He thought a little bit awkward. After seeing Zhao Fan's skills, he saw this situation when he arrived at the police station. He thought that Zhao Fan had fought with these policemen, making things out of control.

"Mr. Wen, why are you here?"

Lin Shiqi and Wen Chenggong met and knew that Zhao Fan had treated his wife. Seeing him coming, he heard that he knew him and the director inside, so he shouted and walked over quickly.

"It's okay, it's okay. I've greeted Director Kong before I set off, and nothing big will happen."

After Wen Chenggong saw Lin Shiqi, he felt that she must be as worried as he did. He kept comforting her, but his hands were still trembling, and his palms were covered in sweat.

"After all, this is a police station, they shouldn't do anything about him. President Mu actually came in person, so there must be no problem."

Lin Shiqi was actually relieved when she saw Mu Qingya. She even thought of turning her head and leaving, but she still wanted to see Zhao Fan at a glance and make sure he was safe and sound.

"I am Zhang Yelei from the Criminal Police Corps. Please get out of here."

A cold voice came from not far from the two of them. Lin Shiqi looked up and saw Zhang Yelei, who was ashen with a blue face, standing in front of several soldiers who stopped him.

"Director Zhang!"

Lin Shiqi shouted, rushed to Zhang Yelei again, and Wen Chenggong also followed him quickly.

"Are you here too? Come in with me quickly. If that kid goes crazy, only you can persuade him."

Before Lin Shiqi could speak, Zhang Yelei's eyes lit up when he saw her. He pushed her without saying anything, and hurriedly took her into the yard.

Lin Shiqi was no longer worried, but when she heard Zhang Yelei say this, her heart got up again. She trotted all the way and followed Zhang Yelei into the yard, anxiously searching for Zhao Fan's voice, and shouted: "Zhao Xiaofan, where are you? Zhao Xiaofan, how are you?"

"Captain Zhang, are you here too?"

"Isn't this Mr. Wen from Yongan Auto Trade? Do you know that young man too?"

Director Wu had just nodded to Zhang Yelei and greeted him, and then he saw Wen Chenggong with an anxious expression. Thinking of the calls from several big shots on the way, he felt a storm in his heart. Zhao Fan's identity had become unprecedentedly mysterious in his heart.

"Director Wu, you are here too, where is the person? I know that boy, not a bad guy. If you have such a big fight, it would be him who caused some big disaster, right?"

Zhang Yelei was very familiar with Director Wu. He nodded to Wen Chenggong and shook hands with Director Wu while scanning the people in the yard. Seeing that Zhao Fan was not there, he asked in a deep voice.

Before Director Wu could speak, the cell phone that was pinching in his hand rang again. Seeing the display on the screen, a layer of sweat that had not been dry on his forehead oozed out. He waved his hand to Zhang Yelei in a hurry, walked to the side and went to answer the phone respectfully.
Chapter completed!