I Am King

Although Ma Jun had never used "Crazy Brother," he had heard of this drug that turned men into hooligans and women into madmen.

"Long live the madman..."

Ma Jun gritted his teeth and glanced back at the office building behind him. By now, he knew perfectly well that Qin Feng was forcing him to release the people.

"You guys stop them first."

After giving an instruction to the police officer who had come out with him, Ma Jun walked back. His face was as black as ink the whole way. He didn't say a word to the colleagues who greeted him and went straight to the interrogation room.

"Long live the madman, get up!"

Qin Feng was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard someone calling him. The voice was very close. If it were a woman's voice, Qin Feng might have thought it was Gang Sheng or Ruby, but it was a man's voice, and it made him very uncomfortable!

"Get up, mud horse..."

Qin Feng instinctively slapped the direction from which the sound came.

With a sharp "slap," the crisp sound of a slap echoed clearly in the empty interrogation room, leaving a distinct handprint on Ma Jun's face.

"...Hey Mr. Ma, why are you standing so close when you're supposed to be talking?"

And why didn't you dodge?

The recoil from hitting something brought Qin Feng back to his senses. He was initially embarrassed when he saw the handprint on Ma Jun's face, but he quickly became self-righteous.

We're all men, why are you talking so close to me? How are we supposed to know what you're up to?

They deserved to be beaten.

"Long live the madman, do you know you're assaulting a police officer?"

Ma Jun glared at Qin Feng through gritted teeth. If this weren't a police station, and if there were lawyers watching him all the time, he would have punched him long ago.

"I don't know, I just fell asleep."

"...Did you gather those people outside?"

"I don't know. I've been sleeping here the whole time. How could I possibly know what's going on outside?"

“...you…”

Ma Jun's knuckles were white from the force of his punch, but back then, he had beaten a criminal into a fool and was assigned to guard the pond for so many years. Now, after finally climbing back up and becoming the head of the serious crimes unit, if he really landed that punch, he might have to go back to guarding the pond again.

Taking a deep breath and staring at Qin Feng for a while, Ma Jun finally composed himself, while Qin Feng smiled at him the whole time.

"Is Ma SiR alright or not?"

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back to sleep?"

Qin Feng yawned, then sat back down, pulled up the blanket, and closed his eyes to continue sleeping.

"Once everyone at the door leaves, you can go out."

"What people at the door?"

I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Ma.

"Long live the madman! Just because you slapped me just now, I can lock you up for at least another week."

"Now, if you just get those people at the door to leave, this matter will be over."

It's already 3 a.m., and there are only two or three hours left in the 24-hour period. Given the current situation, Ma Jun has no way of finding any fault with Qin Feng.

Most importantly, it's one thing if people block the police station's entrance, but another thing is that reporters might come over later. If that happens, he, as the highest-ranking person in the police station, might be pushed out to take the blame.

“If that’s how you put it, Mr. Ma, then as a law-abiding citizen, I can try to persuade them, but I can’t guarantee I’ll succeed.”

After listening to Ma Jun finish speaking with his eyes closed, Qin Feng suddenly stood up.

He was a little sleepy before, so he was thinking of just staying here for the night, but Ma Jun kept nagging and Qin Feng suddenly realized he couldn't sleep. Since that was the case, he decided to just go back.

"It's not a test, it's a must to make sure everyone disperses, otherwise even if you go back, I can just go and bring you back."

"Okay, okay..."

Qin Feng stretched, not even glancing at Ma Jun's dark face, and strode outside.

As for the handcuffs that were previously on his hands, he had already put them into his spatial storage. He couldn't go back empty-handed after coming all this way, could he?

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