Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao turned around and asked the reporters who were taking pictures.

"Does the law in the British colonies allow for self-defense when a person is harmed?"

One of the foreigners in the VIP seats stood up and spoke tremblingly.

"I'm a barrister, and the Royal Law states that if a person is physically harmed, they can absolutely defend themselves and resist."

Dabao laughed out loud. He grabbed the pistol in a flash, then aimed it at Wallace's forehead and pulled the trigger. The gun went off, and Wallace stared with disbelief on his face, then fell down like a rotten piece of wood.

There was silence in the meeting room. Everyone held their breath and watched the scene in front of them. After a long while, Lei Luo pointed at Dabao and said.

"You... you killed the British?"

Dabao turned the revolver in his hand twice and answered with a smile.

"Yeah, so what?"

Lei Luo was stunned. Yeah, so what? Legally, he was acting in self-defense. Morally, fuck it! Given the status of the Governor and the higher-ups, would they stand up for Wallace?

Stop joking. To Chinese people like Lei Luo, the foreign police inspector Wallace is a high and mighty figure. But to the young master Qin in front of him, he is nothing.

The journalists were also dumbfounded. No matter how professional they were, they knew what to report and what not to report.

Fei Bo hid in the corner, watching all this blankly. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his crotch, and a stream of heat gushed out. For decades, even the Japanese had not dared to kill the British. This teenager actually shot and killed a police superintendent so easily.

How should they explain this? To whom should they tell it? No one present had any idea.

Dabao waved at Feibo's men. Several plainclothes officers were so scared that they were numb. They called Dabao, but they didn't dare to come over. They could only push each other, and finally pushed a new plainclothes officer over.

The plainclothes officer's legs were shaking with fear, because the gun in Dabao's hand was his. His mind was buzzing with only one thought: What should I do? What should I do? I had shot and killed a police inspector with my own gun. If I told the truth, would anyone believe me?

Dabao squatted down and looked at him, stretched out his hand from the rope, and swung the revolver with his fingers hooked.

"Hey, is this your gun? Here I give it back to you! Your gun works pretty well, it doesn't jam at all. It's just that the trigger spring needs to be loosened up a bit; it's a little hard to pull."

The plainclothes officer took the revolver, his hands shaking. Suddenly, he knelt down in front of Dabao and begged desperately.

"Please be magnanimous and show mercy! I have a seventy-year-old mother and an eight-year-old child. I can't bear such a heavy responsibility."

Dabao was happy.

"What are you taking the blame for? Who asked you to take the blame? I asked you to take my statement. There were also witnesses present. Everyone saw it. This damn foreigner held me hostage and tried to kill me, but I grabbed the gun and killed him..."

Dabao suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, what level are you?"

"Police, police officer..."

Dabao was angry at that time.

"What? You're a police officer? Are you qualified to take my statement?"

The plainclothes officers were stunned. What did this mean?

Dabao stood up and shouted at Lei Luo.

"Lao Lei, within your authority, what level can this guy be promoted to?"

Only then did Lei Luo understand why Bo Hao was so angry when he mentioned the boy named Qin. It turned out that the boy was too rude, he replied in a muffled voice.

"He's a criminal investigation detective now. The best I can do is promote him to Class A Sergeant."

In the Hong Kong police system, the chief inspector is the inspector.

Dabao clapped his hands.

"Okay, that's the sheriff. Is it okay to appoint him tomorrow?"

"No problem, Master Qin."

Lei Luo's face turned ashen with anger, and Zhuyouzai quickly answered for him.

Just as Lei Luo was about to speak, Zhuyouzi pulled him and whispered.

"Brother Luo, look at how confident this Young Master Qin is. Is he someone you and I can afford to offend? Killing the British is a huge deal for us, but you see, before noon tomorrow, Wallace will report that he died of a sudden illness, or was hit by a stray bullet while fighting the bandits. In short, his death was in vain."

Lei Luo suddenly woke up. He looked at Dabao not far away, his eyes filled with horror...

Dabao squatted down again and looked at the lucky plainclothes officer. The guy was still immersed in disbelief. Such a big piece of pie hit his head. He looked back at his companions, and their faces were full of envy and jealousy.

He finally came to his senses, touched Ka's feet together, and saluted Dabao.

"Sir, if you have any questions, just tell me. I will do my best to help you."

"Alright, all you have to do is clean up the mess. Report what needs to be reported, take notes if necessary, and cooperate with me in any way you need."

"Yes, sir!"

Dabao and Lianhu rolled over and walked down the ring without even turning their heads or looking at the three foreigners lying in a mess on the ring. Oh, there was another one lying under the opposite wall.

He said hello to Ip Man and Hong Zhennan, pushed Guo Yingnan, and the group left in a mighty manner.

It doesn't matter if he leaves, but Lei Luo can't leave. Lei Luo regrets so much. He shouldn't have gotten himself into such a big pit just for watching the fun.

The police officer present was the highest-ranking official, and he had no choice but to deal with the deaths of so many foreigners.

It was easier to deal with the three Tornadoes, after all, they had signed a life-or-death agreement to fight in the ring. But Wallace was a police superintendent, a high-ranking official in the police force, and it was hard to explain his death.

Zhuyouzai didn't care, he said to Lei Luo in a low voice.

"Brother Luo, doesn't the book say that losing a horse isn't necessarily a bad thing? At least we've achieved our goal of bringing down this foreign police inspector. This guy is greedy and never gives back. His superiors all have complaints about him. Let's report the truth and let them handle it.

With so many people watching, the higher-ups definitely won't find a scapegoat. This matter has nothing to do with you."

Lei Luo nodded and was about to speak.

Suddenly Fei Bo rushed over and hugged Lei Luo's thigh, almost making Lei Luo fall. Lei Luo kicked him in anger. Fei Bo cried and shouted,

"Brother Luo, help me, Brother Luo, I have been with you for almost ten years, you can't just ignore me, Brother Luo."

Lei Luo and Zhu Youzi's eyes lit up at the same time. Oh my god, the scapegoat is here, isn't it? Lei Luo forced a smile on his face and reached out to help Fei Bo.

"Fei Bo, you're my subordinate. If I don't protect you, who will? Even though you acted on your own in this arena incident, it's already happened, and you still have to take responsibility. This plainclothes officer is your subordinate, right? This guy is really lucky. He'll be the sheriff tomorrow, so he can take your place."