Chapter 487     měi    nǚAnchor comes

Ye Fan did not advance but retreated, and hit Mao Qiang heavily with his shoulders.

The huge impact force made the opponent fly directly to the wall and then slowly slide down.

"Damn, I dare to fight back, I will kill you!"

Mao Qiang spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and roared in a furious manner.

Zhao Yong was about to act with him, but when he glanced at the corner of his eyes, a familiar figure appeared outside, and the man was Jing Fan.

He opened his mouth and ordered: "Captain Mao, I'll leave this kid to you. I'll go out first."

"Director Zhao, don't worry."

Mao Qiang got up from the ground and replied.

After leaving the interrogation room, Zhao Yong said with a smile: "Young Master Jing, you have already caught you. Do you want to interrogate yourself?"

"No need." To Zhao Yong's surprise, Jing Fan actually refused on the spot. He didn't know that Jing Fan had a shadow of Ye Fan's heart at this moment. The previous several contests had already made him deeply scared.

There are usually two consequences for defeated players under his command. One is that he is convinced on the surface but he is not convinced, and the other is that he feels extremely scared from the bottom of his heart.

Jing Fan is the second type to Ye Fan.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been wandering outside the interrogation room for a long time.

"I believe you, Uncle Zhao, will teach him a good lesson for me."

"That's natural. This bastard made such a big noise, and he could have a good life?" Zhao Yong wiped the blood from his lips, "Just just now, he dared to attack me."

"I said it's hard to deal with this guy, don't take action with him easily." Jing Fan looked confused, "I just don't know how Uncle Zhao, you brought him back to the police station."

"Ye Fan's accomplices were captured by us. He came here with us to save the other party. He is quite righteous in this regard."

"It's a big deal!"

Jing Fan didn't care about Zhao Yong's face and cursed. At this moment, he couldn't hear Ye Fan's good words.

Zhao Yong obviously realized that his expression was inappropriate. Others' family was destroyed. You are still praising the criminals here, so he couldn't help but smile and said, "Yes, that Ye Fan is a bastard. Since he fell into the trap, we will let him not live like this."

"Have you found the whereabouts of your father?"

“Not yet.”

"What are you doing for? Your work is so slow."

Jing Fan scolded anxiously, because his heart was in a state of great trouble and his arrogant and domineering since childhood, so his words were more like a leader scolding his subordinates.

Zhao Yong's face turned blue and white, and he thought to himself, "Grass, little bastard, if it weren't for your father, who would you be a tree of onion, you dare to scold me in public."

After all, I am also the top leader of the police station. There are so many subordinates standing outside. Don’t you know how to give me some mercy?

Since I didn't know how life and death of Jing Zishou was, Zhao Yong was not convenient to turn against Jing Fan, and he still smiled embarrassedly: "Please calm down, you know that the Jing Group is so large, with hundreds of buildings, and they all turned into ruins. To find a person in it, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. It's no exaggeration to say that it's harder than climbing to the sky."

Jing Fan snorted coldly: "I don't care about this. In short, for my father, I have to see people and die, and I have to see corpses."

"Don't worry, Young Master Jing, Brother Young Master, I will be helpless."

As soon as Zhao Yong finished speaking, a police officer walked over with a heavy expression and reported: "Director Zhao, Director Jing's people have been found."

"Where?"

Zhao Yong and Jing Fan said in unison, both of them thought that Jing Zi Shao was still alive.

"It has been sent to the funeral home."

"What?"

This news is a bolt from the blue for both Zhao Yong and Jing Fan.

Because of Jing Zi Shao's death, for the former, it means that there is a money tree behind his back.

For the latter, the losses were even heavier. His life as a rich second generation came to an end. Perhaps there was still a lot of money in the card, but it was not so glorious outside. There would be no more people giving him face and looking at his face.

Jing Fan also understood this truth, and his face turned pale, he was stunned and as if he was demented, and he couldn't say a word for a moment.

Zhao Yong really wanted to slap him in the face. As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Ren had his own help, he got news of Jing Zishao's death.

What a crow's mouth!

The air fell into a brief silence. After a while, Zhao Yong murmured: "Young Master Jing, be mourning and following the changes."

He patted Jing Fan on the shoulder gently and comforted him.

"Uncle Zhao, I don't want to see this person in society again."

Jing Fan’s meaning is very obvious. Ye Fan will either go to jail or die.

"Yeah, I promise you."

Zhao Yong nodded. The reason for punishing Ye Fan was not because of helping Jing Fan, but because he wanted to extricate the anger in his heart.

During the conversation, there was no sound of staggering fists and feet coming from the interrogation room.

Zhao Yong smiled and said, "The man surnamed Ye is getting beaten up."

Jing Fan snorted coldly: "I think it's yours who are being beaten."

"How is it possible? Captain Mao's skills are among the best in our bureau."

Zhao Yong felt that Mao Qiang suffered a loss just now, not because of the huge gap in strength, but because of negligence.

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man fell and flew out with the iron gate.

That person was Mao Qiang in his mouth.

"Director Zhao, I...I am embarrassing you."

Mao Qiang said with blood spitting out, his face was blue and swollen, and he looked very badly beaten.

Zhao Yong was speechless and felt extremely embarrassed. As soon as he praised Mao Qiang, the other party was beaten colorfully and his eyes were exposed to a national treasure level.

Jing Fan snorted again: "Uncle Zhao, I'm not wrong, don't take it lightly when dealing with Ye Fan."

"Thank you, Master Jing, for reminding me."

Zhao Yong waved his hand unhappily, "You guys, go in and beat him to death!"

"yes."

Outside the corridor, seven or eight police officers walked into the interrogation room with electric batons.

"Uncle Zhao, I'll leave first."

"Master Jing, where are you going?"

"A very far away place, but don't worry, I will come back one day."

After saying that, Jing Fan turned around and left without looking back.

In the interrogation room, Ye Fan’s bell ringing suddenly rang, and it was Hong Qiushui who called it.

It turned out that after she returned to the TV station, she had been waiting for Ye Fan to report her safety, but she never waited.

Over time, an ominous premonition developed in her heart.

I called dian     hua, but no one answered.

měi    nǚThe anchor insisted on playing. When the second time, someone finally answered, but it was someone else's voice.

"Who should I look for?"

A police officer took out a shou     jī from Ye Fan’s skills and took Dian      hua.

"I'll look for Ye Fan."

"Who are you?"

"I'm his friend."

"He has committed a death sentence, so he doesn't have to beat him anymore.

The policeman hung up impatiently    hua.

capital offense?

Hong Qiushui couldn't help but be shocked. She finally met a boyfriend who could be dated in the future and was worth entrusting for life, but such a thing happened.

No, she had to go to the police station to see what was going on.

"Qiu Shui, it's almost time to get off work. Are you free? Let's have a meal together."

The guy who spoke was Wei Ran, the production director of Huangyue City TV station, who had been coveting Hong Qiushui's beauty for a long time.

Wei Ran was in his thirties. Although he had a wife and a child, this guy was not honest and was still looking for flowers and willows openly outside.

The head is neatly combed backwards, and it is greasy. He thinks he has an extraordinary temperament, but in fact he is full of evil appearance.

“Not available.”

Hong Qiushui grabbed the shou      jī and his bag and walked out.
To be continued...