Hong Kong variety show: My Boss, Thirteen Sister

Hesitate for a moment!!!

"Okay! I promise you." After saying this, Brother Hua looked haggard in an instant, as if he had lost his soul.

Seeing the solemn expressions on the three faces, Jiang Lai couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, you're making me look like a villain in a movie. Whether I'll even need you guys is another matter!"

The three were speechless!

“Wang Bao is dead. Give your dad a call when you have time!” Jiang Lai added.

Hua Ge and his father have always had conflicts, but he still cares about each other deeply.

“You…” Hua Ge looked at Jiang Lai in surprise, hesitating to speak.

Jiang Lai ignored Hua Ge's expression, turned to look at A Chen, and continued, "You too, spend more time with your daughter!"

Ah Chen was also stunned.

"Brazil isn't that far, I'll go visit my family when I have time."

Ah Le looked dazed when he heard Jiang Lai's words.

The three looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Jiang Lai knew all about their backgrounds, but they still felt a little warm about his words.

The way the others looked at Jiang Lai softened, but their expressions were also complicated.

"What are you talking about?" Chen Guozhong walked to the door and vaguely heard Jiang Lai talking. After pushing open the door, he saw several people gathered together and asked.

"Just chatting with a few officers about everyday matters!" Jiang Lai replied casually with a smile.

Chen Guozhong's gaze swept over the three men, and he grunted in acknowledgment. Then, looking at Jiang Lai, he said gently, "Zhang Sir asked me to invite you over!"

Chapter 153 Foreigners

Jiang Lai got up and left Chen Guozhong's office.

Inside the office, Ah Le, Ah Chen, and Brother Hua looked at each other, their expressions somewhat complicated.

"They didn't give you any trouble, did they?" Chen Guozhong knew the personalities of his men and was worried that they might have offended Jiang Lai, so he asked an extra question.

"No!" Jiang Lai glanced at Chen Guozhong, then turned back and spoke calmly.

"That's good!" Chen Guozhong felt slightly relieved upon hearing Jiang Lai's reply.

Chen Guozhong glanced back at the office for a moment, then muttered to himself, "They are all good policemen."

Jiang Lai stopped in his tracks, gave Chen Guozhong a meaningful look, and said calmly, "I know!"

The two exchanged a glance, then continued walking forward.

Zhang Fuxi's office wasn't far away; it was just at the other end of the corridor.

"Zhang Sir!" Chen Guozhong greeted him as he entered Zhang Fuxi's office.

Zhang Fuxi sat behind his desk, his gaze bypassing Chen Guozhong and turning toward Jiang Lai behind him.

Jiang Lai also noticed Zhang Fuxi's gaze, but he didn't care. Instead, he looked around the office environment with a calm expression, just like a tourist.

In front of Zhang Fuxi was a huge desk, on which lay a computer, some documents, and stationery. Behind the desk was a wall covered with various certificates of honor and awards, showcasing his achievements.

On the left side of the office, there is a large bookcase filled with various law books, reference materials, and documents. Next to the bookcase is a black leather sofa.

To the right of the office is a large glass window overlooking the street outside the police station. In the center is a small conference table and several chairs.

Seeing Jiang Lai's actions, Zhang Fuxi's expression darkened slightly. He waved his hand at Chen Guozhong and said, "You can go out now!"

Chen Guozhong paused slightly, then responded with a hint of helplessness before leaving the office.

"So you're Jiang Lai?" Zhang Fuxi asked casually after Chen Guozhong left.

Jiang Lai did not respond immediately, but instead sat down on the sofa.

Zhang Fuxi frowned, looking at Jiang Lai with a gloomy expression.

Jiang Lai crossed one leg, leaned back lazily on the sofa, and said in an extremely relaxed manner, "Hmm!"

His casual attitude made Zhang Fuxi even more dissatisfied, and his fist under the table even clenched slightly.

However, considering Jiang Lai's influence, Zhang Fuxi suppressed his anger and coldly asked, "Did you kill Wang Bao?"

Ok?

Jiang Lai was stunned. He glanced at him sideways, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and said calmly, "No!"

"boom!!!"

Upon hearing Jiang Lai's words, Zhang Fuxi could no longer contain himself and slammed his hand heavily on the table.

She stood up, staring intently at Jiang Lai: "Let me tell you, don't try anything funny. Answer my questions honestly, and don't forget this is a police station!!!"

"Ah!!"

Jiang Lai sneered, his eyes also turning sharp: "So what if it's the police station?"

"If you have evidence, arrest me!!"

"You think I don't dare?"

The two stared at each other. Jiang Lai's gaze was terrifyingly cold, his eyes radiating an icy chill that made Zhang Fuxi almost afraid to look him in the eye.

Zhang Fuxi hadn't expected that Jiang Lai, who appeared so refined on the surface, would suddenly unleash a murderous aura that was so oppressive it was almost unsettling, as if he had transformed into a completely different person in an instant.

He had never seen any short mule dare to speak to him like that before, and even Wang Bao was very cautious when facing him.

The atmosphere in the office plummeted to freezing point.

“Fine, let’s pretend Wang Bao’s death has nothing to do with you, but how do you explain the large number of guns that have appeared under your command?” In the end, Zhang Fuxi chose to back down, his expression returning to calm as he sat down again and slowly spoke.

He also knew that there were no direct witnesses or evidence to prove that Jiang Lai was responsible for Wang Bao's death, so he could only detain Jiang Lai for a maximum of 48 hours. But what was the point of doing that?

"Don't tell me you didn't! So many eyes saw it; you can't deny it!"

To prevent Jiang Lai from repeating his old tricks, Zhang Fuxi added a special note.

"You should also know the Hong Kong police's bottom line!!!"

After saying that, Zhang Fuxi stared intently at Jiang Lai.

He wasn't too concerned about Wang Bao's death, but the presence of so many guns in his jurisdiction was a concern.

If these guns are not handled properly, the consequences could be catastrophic, which is why he cannot afford to take them lightly.

Therefore, he needs an answer from Jiang, or rather, a guarantee.

Jiang Lai gave Zhang Fuxi a deep look and said, "What kind of explanation do you want?"

Zhang Fuxi pondered for a moment, then solemnly said, "Hand over the guns, and then hand over two more people. I will arrange for a batch of fake guns to clarify this matter to the public!"

Jiang Lai's commotion in Jordan naturally attracted a lot of attention. Besides people from both the underworld and legitimate circles, even some ordinary residents were talking about it.

Therefore, in order to quell the impact of this matter, Zhang Fuxi came up with this solution after careful consideration.

On the other hand, Zhang Fuxi secretly vowed that as long as he took Jiang Lai's gun, he would definitely take care of Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai is an uncontrollable person who is far too dangerous.

Jiang Lai remained silent for a moment, just about to speak.

Click! !

The door opens.

Both of them looked toward the door at the same time.

"What are you doing?" came an angry shout, and a foreigner pointed angrily at Zhang Fuxi.

British?

Jiang Lai frowned slightly.

"Sir!!" When Zhang Fuxi saw the foreigner enter the room, he immediately stood up and saluted, his attitude extremely respectful.

"Humph!"

The foreigner snorted and walked straight to Zhang Fuxi's seat, where Zhang Fuxi tactfully gave up his seat.

"Who is he?" The foreigner, no longer noticing Jiang Lai standing to the side, asked Zhang Fuxi.

“He…” Zhang Fuxi looked at Jiang Lai, speechless.

"Hmm?" The foreigner's face darkened when he saw Zhang Fuxi hesitate to speak.

"Fuck, I don't care who he is, get him out of here right now!!!" Before Zhang Fuxi could speak, the foreigner pointed at the door and roared angrily.

Upon hearing the foreigner's words, Jiang Lai's expression darkened.

Zhang Fuxi looked somewhat troubled and gave Jiang Lai a look, signaling him to leave quickly.

He remained unmoved by Jiang Lai's cold stare.

The foreigner pointed directly at Jiang Lai and said, "Get the fuck out!"

"Bastard!!" (Bastard)

Jiang Lai's gaze turned sharp, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Lai didn't want to provoke the British, but that didn't mean he couldn't understand English.

Seeing that Jiang Lai didn't react, the Englishman assumed he didn't understand English, so he prepared to say in Chinese: "Get out..."

Snapped! ! !

Jiang Lai immediately stood up and slapped him hard across the face.

Chapter 154 Tensions Rise

The sound of the slap echoed like thunder throughout the office.

The foreigner was slapped by Jiang Lai and staggered back a step. Half of his face quickly swelled up and turned red. There was a trace of scarlet blood at the corner of his mouth, whether it was blood flowing from his mouth or blood from Jiang Lai breaking his lip.

The foreigner covered his cheek with his hand, looking at Jiang Lai with disbelief and a hint of fear in his eyes, which was quickly replaced by pain.

"hiss!!"