Detective: I, Cao Jianjun, started by arresting my brother-in-law.

Yes.

Who cares whose family dies? I'm barely surviving.

"That's right, give us our wages back..."

"As long as you pay, you can do whatever you want with Sun Zhibiao..."

"Yes, release them immediately and let Sun Zhibiao take the money."

A high-pitched rebuttal, an uncontrollable roar.

They rose and fell in the crowd, brandishing pickaxes.

"I'd like to ask everyone..."

Gao Gang remained as steady as a mountain: "How long has Sun Zhibiao owed you wages?"

"Half a year!"

Eight months!

"It's been over a year..."

The migrant workers present gave different answers, but each of them was filled with immense resentment.

"Ah!"

Upon hearing these replies, Gao Gang couldn't help but laugh: "Sun Zhibiao has owed you for so long. Do you really think that even if you release him now, he will definitely pay you your wages?"

"..."

The honest migrant workers were stunned for a moment.

Thinking about it, that makes sense. If that grandson really wanted to give money, he would have done so long ago. Why did it take so long?

"What's it to you?"

But at this moment.

From the crowd came another loud voice: "Whether Sun Zhibiao will pay back the money or not, bring him out. We want to hear it in person."

"You don't need to tell me..."

“Yes, tell Sun Zhibiao to come out here. We want to ask him ourselves.”

Why shouldn't he pay back the money?

"If he dares not pay me back, I'll fucking fight him to the death..."

"Even if it costs me my life, I'll make him pay me back."

"Stop talking nonsense and release them right now..."

"If Sun Zhibiao doesn't come out and give us an explanation today, we'll storm in and snatch him away..."

"That's right, if they don't release them, we'll just rob them..." Maru.

293. The law doesn't punish the masses? But Brother Cao punishes the masses! [4 updates, please add more]

The law can be ridiculous sometimes.

Because it doesn't blame the masses, the elderly, or the young; it doesn't blame too many things.

Therefore, Gao Gang was in a real predicament.

I had hoped that the incidents involving Yang Rui and Old Man Luo from Zhao Village would evoke empathy among migrant workers and help them calm down.

But now, things are clearly not going as planned.

These people only care about money; they won't listen to anything else, they'll just think it's nonsense.

upstairs.

The Fox Hunt team members inside the suite had a clear view of everything that happened downstairs.

Since it's only on the third floor, you can hear all the noise from downstairs.

Wen Luyang squinted and said, "This is tricky now. If we call the Luoyuan branch now, they definitely won't help."

"You've already beaten them up, and you still expect them to help you?"

Su Mei rolled her eyes and said, "You really know how to think."

Cao Jianjun then took out his phone, dialed He Yong's number, and stood by the window looking down.

"Hey! Jianjun..."

"He Yong".

Cao Jianjun held his phone, number "297," to his ear, his eyes fixed on the scene below.

"Right in front of you, the person in the blue T-shirt, is in his thirties..."

"To the right front, at two o'clock, a man dressed in black..."

"To the left front, two, one shirtless, one wearing a vest..."

“Bring these four people out and investigate them.”

As soon as he finished speaking, He Yong, who was downstairs, paused noticeably, and his gaze followed Cao Jianjun's prompting as he looked into the crowd.

"Jianjun, are you sure?"

"Not sure, let's check the ID card."

Cao Jianjun observed from the window for a long time.

Every time Gao Gang managed to calm the migrant workers down, it was these same few people who would lead the charge and reignite the migrant workers' resistance.

To say there's no problem would be truly suspicious.

…………

After hanging up the phone, He Yong led Xia Yuan and Ma Wen down the steps.

Under the camera's lens, they entered the crowd and found the four people Cao Jianjun had mentioned.

They are all between twenty-five and thirty-five years old.

First, I examined the palms of the four people. They didn't have the thick calluses of migrant workers, nor did they have sunburnt, dark red skin.

This is very strange.

"Officer, what are you doing?"

The man in the blue t-shirt scoffed, "Why are you arresting me? What did I do?"

"Yes, officer, is it illegal for us to come here asking for money?"

"Are you helping Sun Zhibiao, or are you here to arrest him?"

The four people exchanged glances in the dim light and immediately began to refute each other.

They neither ran away nor resisted.

They just stood together, each telling their own grievances, pretending to be completely innocent.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

This time.

The migrant workers surrounding them realized what was happening and immediately began to condemn and criticize He Yong, Ma Wen, and Xia Yuan.

"You still want to arrest us? Come on, arrest us..."

"Come on, I'm not going to live anyway..."

"And me, I have no money, my wife ran off with the kids and someone else, I don't want to live anymore..."

"Fuck you, yeah, me too."

One after another, the migrant workers argued, stretched out their hands, and kept crowding around He Yong.

He had an attitude that said, "Either you arrest me, or I'll never let you off the hook."

He Yong was not afraid of heinous criminals, nor was he afraid of being charged through a hail of bullets, but he chickened out when faced with unarmed migrant workers.

With a forced smile, he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Everyone's misunderstood, I just came to take a look..."

"What are you looking at?"

The four young men who had been targeted by Cao Jianjun immediately felt emboldened.

With its neck stiffened, it defiantly leaned forward.

"Officer, you're really something. If you can't argue with us, you're going to start arresting people, right?"

"Then come on over. Are we breaking the law by asking for our wages?"

“Sun Zhibiao owes us money, and instead of helping us collect it, you’re trying to arrest us here…”

"Reporters, come quick! This is the leader of the special task force. They're about to deal with us..."

The four people were shouting and talking, which also entangled the migrant workers nearby.

The conflict escalated rapidly, and a large number of reporters and cameras surrounded the area.