Rebirth 78 was replaced by a husband, the cold educated youth pulled the curtains every day

At the same time, after Song Yaozu was arrested, the people he brought with him became panic-stricken.

After some discussion, they decided to split into two groups and send two people back to Hong Kong to inform the Song family of the matter as soon as possible.

Another group of people rushed to the Public Security Bureau to try to get Song Yaozu released on bail as soon as possible.

public security bureau.

Song Yaozu, dressed in designer clothes and handcuffed, was escorted by two police officers to the door of the detention room.

After being arrested, he was locked up in an interrogation room, and several hours of interrogation left him exhausted.

However, Song Yaozu relied on his Hong Kong identity and refused to say anything no matter what methods the police used. He just kept asking for a lawyer.

After several hours of interrogation, nothing was revealed, which made the police very annoyed.

However, Song Yaozu's persistence was completely useless.

Awei, who was sitting next to him, told everything as soon as he entered the interrogation room.

The witnesses and evidence are complete.

The police finally gave up on interrogating Song Yaozu and decided to lock him up until daybreak.

Bang~~!

The big iron door of the detention room was opened, and the sound startled several prisoners who were already asleep inside.

A man lying on a bench with two green dragons tattooed on his arms saw someone coming in and said jokingly, "Hey, it's already this late, and you're still sending people in. You police officers are really tough."

"Hmph, go ahead and laugh. You'll be transferred to the detention center at dawn. I wonder if you'll still be able to laugh once you get there."

The police officer sneered at the tattooed man, then pushed Song Yaozu in.

Then he quickly locked the iron door.

Song Yaozu looked around the room.

The walls for three years were all cement, except for the side behind which was all iron railings. The policeman who had just locked the door had now walked to a table and chair in the corridor and sat down.

There were quite a few people in the room, some squatting, some lying down, and some sitting on the floor in the corner. There were at least seven or eight people in total.

A strong sour smell rushed into Song Yaozu's nasal cavity, forcing him to pinch his nose.

He glanced at the dirty people next to him with disgust.

"How disgusting!" Song Yaozu muttered softly.

"Hey, new guy, what happened?"

The only tattooed man in the room, who was lying on a bench, also sat up.

He was looking at Song Yaozu with great interest.

Song Yaozu's family was in the shipping business, and there were many people like this man at the docks, all of whom were hard-working and carried heavy bags.

Song Yaozu didn't look down on the man in front of him at all.

Song Yaozu raised his eyes, covered his mouth and nose, and said disdainfully: "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Oh my god, it seems you are still a tough guy."

After being scolded by Song Yaozu, the tattooed man suddenly perked up and stood up from the bench with his arms folded.

Song Yaozu wasn't afraid at all. He glared at the man with an icy gaze, "You bastards, you'd better get away from me. You stink so bad it makes me sick!"

"You're pretty fucking crazy!"

The tattooed man walked up to Song Yaozu and slapped his tender face with his big, calloused hand.

"I'm going to let you know who's the daddy here!"

afraid!

With a sound, Song Yaozu felt a tingling sensation on his face and a dizziness in his head.

My legs went weak and I almost fell to the ground.

"What are you doing!"

Hearing the commotion inside the cell, the police officer on duty in the corridor rushed over in displeasure, slammed the iron bars and shouted coldly, "Behave yourself! If anyone doesn't rest quietly, I'll cuff him."

"Do you want to be hung up for another night?" The police officer on duty looked at the tattooed man.

"No, no, no... It's all a misunderstanding. This kid just bumped into my hand and almost fell down. I was just trying to help him up out of kindness." The tattooed man said very tactfully.

This tattooed man is a habitual criminal, and the crimes he commits each time are not serious.

Catch and release, release and catch.

Only this time, he got into a fight with someone outside and hit someone too hard, so he will face prosecution.

He will be transferred to the detention center tomorrow, and the police officer on duty is too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Humph, if I hear any more noise, then you all won't be able to sleep."

Stared at by the police officer on duty, the people in the cell all shrank their necks, and some even turned their heads to the side, acting like ostriches.

"Go back and sit down!"

"Yes, yes..." The tattooed man nodded like pounding garlic, and smiled as he helped Song Yaozu back to sit on the bench.

Seeing this, the police left again.

Song Yaozu was pressed on the bench by this man.

The pair of big hands were like two iron hoops, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

Song Yaozu, who had suffered a loss once, became much smarter this time.

"Let me go, or I'll scream!"

Song Yaozu could see that this tattooed man was not afraid of others, but he was afraid of the policeman just now.

"New here, don't be too nervous, or you'll be in trouble."

The tattooed man's thug pinched Song Yaozu's wrist hard.

Song Yaozu immediately grimaced in pain.

"Police! Police! Come quickly! Someone is being beaten!" Song Yaozu immediately screamed loudly.

The tattooed man was also startled.

He has dealt with many people here, and all of them were obedient.

This was the first time he had met someone as ignorant as Song Yaozu.

Song Yaozu's screams echoed throughout the corridor.

Not only the police officer on duty, but even some police officers who were resting in the office were alarmed and rushed over.

Seeing the police coming, Song Yaozu pointed at the tattooed man and shouted, "That's him! He hit me! Arrest him now!"

"I'm giving you some face, right?"

"Everyone, stand up and put your hands on your head!"

The police officer on duty was furious. He opened the big iron gate with a riot baton in his hand and shouted at the people inside.

The tattooed man looked at Song Yaozu with resentment in his eyes.

The man was pressed against the wall with his face pressed against it. A pair of cold handcuffs were tightly handcuffed around his left wrist. Then, the handcuffs passed through a ring on the wall and the other end was handcuffed around his right wrist.

The whole person stood against the wall with his arms half raised above his head.

That shape is a bit uncomfortable just looking at it.

"If anyone else wants to be like him, just keep making trouble."

The cell was completely silent, and no one dared to speak.

The police officer then turned his gaze to Song Yaozu and said, "Behave yourself, or I'll handcuff you too!"

Bang~!

The heavy iron door closed again.

Song Yaozu covered his wrist and slowly walked to the bench and sat down.

Looking at the tattooed burly man leaning against the wall with a strange posture, Song Yaozu did not feel very happy, but instead felt a chill in his heart.

It was the first time he saw how the police punished criminals.

At this moment, Song Yaozu finally understood that the police in mainland China and the police in Hong Kong were really different.

Thinking about what he had done, Song Yaozu finally felt a little scared.