Luo Haosheng's companion curled his lips and said disdainfully: "If you have no evidence, don't say anything. Nine Dragons people can't be bitten by anyone."

Luo Haosheng waved his hand, patted his companion's arm, and signaled him to be calm. After thinking about it, he said to Du He: "Brothers, investigating the case is the police detective's business. You can pay attention to your safety. As for the Nine Dragons, I advise you not to know too much, it will not be good for you."

Du He didn't care about Luo Haosheng's attitude of not wanting to say more, and asked reluctantly: "What do they do? Why do even the Qing Gang can be on average on the police station, but they are afraid of a small group of unknown origin?"

"What are you talking about little Chi Dao?!"

Luo Haosheng's companion shouted loudly, and an unnatural blush appeared on his face, which seemed to be angered by Du He's words.

"Don't rest as angry!"

"The kid is ignorant..."

Jiang Zhongye and Jiang Ling were shocked. They didn't know why Du He had to anger the two detectives. They repeatedly accused the detective. Jiang Ling desperately winked at Du He and signaled him to apologize.

Du He stood up in a humble and said calmly: "Mr. Detective, I am a legal citizen. I have provided clues. Do you want to attack the citizens without verification and investigation?"

"You dare to interfere in the police! Believe it or not, I will shoot you on the spot?"

The detective was so angry that he raised his hand and pulled the gun from his waist. Everyone in the field looked like earth and didn't even dare to say anything. Jiang Ling's face was pale and it was difficult to stand firm, let alone stop him. In Zhang Afa's opinion, Du He was already a dead person.

In Shanghai, if you offend entrepreneurs, at most, you will be banned by the industry and offend people from the military and police circles. Even if you have registered with the sheriffs in Shanghai.

In addition to surviving in the halls of major gangs, many young men also work for many officials and organizations such as police stations and police stations to be idle. If this detective wants to deal with Du He, Du He will easily disappear silently.

One day, the Huangpu River will not float down, but they may not all die at the hands of the gang. The military and police service are sometimes more evil than the gang.

Du He's behavior was because his family had some power and arbitrary behavior. Sooner or later, he would have to mess with himself. Zhang Afa saw more and more, and while the people around him were not paying attention, his face was a little contempt.

Young masters are all slutty people with precious body and body. How could they have such a rude background? They have many things to do with their own skills?

But the next moment, only shock was left on Zhang Afa's face.

Not only him, but also everyone present trembled and looked at Du He in disbelief.

Just when everyone present was predicting Du He's miserable fate with a change of expression, Du He had already made a move without knowing it, and closed it in the detective's hand like a snake. The black muzzle turned in one direction and pointed it at the detective, and the handle was held in Du He's hand.

"Du He, put down the gun, this is not just a joke!"

Luo Haosheng put his hand on Du He's wrist with a serious expression, but Du He skillfully pulled the trigger and printed the muzzle directly on the detective's forehead.

"Crazy, so crazy..."

Zhang Afa murmured, looking at Du He as if he saw something terrible.

"Ahe, have you bumped into something... that's a gun!"

Jiang Ling sat on the chair with her hands and feet cold.

Du He ignored everything, pressed the gun in his hand firmly against the detective's forehead, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Detective, I just asked you to pull the gun at the same time. Are you really a bad temper? The police station and the gang are in the same mood. I think the editor Yu of the Jingbao is very happy to understand the inside story."

Even though he had made up his mind to make Du He beautiful detective, he didn't expect that Du He didn't bring up any backers, but he directly mentioned the Jingbao. In the past, everything is fine, but his reputation is not good. Yu Daxiong is a great man who dares to write even a green and white old man. He claims to be just a low-level police detective. If he is really written on it, he will definitely be done.

"I think everyone can talk calmly. Tingzhi, you can calm down. What should you do not explain clearly? The young man is so scared that he has to fight hard. Who would praise you for being so good when he looks back?"

Seeing that his subordinates were frightened by Du He, Luo Haosheng didn't know who he was looking for, so he had to stand in the middle and not help each other and talk about a little bit.

Luo Haosheng's words were very skillful and openly criticized, and no one felt that his face was damaged. Du He was not the turn of seniority to give him the right way. He was forced there, so he put down his gun with great relief, turned the gun and pointed the handle towards the detective named Tingzhi.

Lin Tingzhi curled his lips, put away his gun, and sat down lazily, "Tao Luo, I haven't returned to Shanghai for two years. Now the young man is very fierce. You can do it."

Du He smiled casually and poured Lin Tingzhi a cup of tea, as if the tension was just now was everyone's illusion. Both of them were fine, and everyone was relieved. Jiang Zhongye took a cup of tea and said a few relaxed mock words. The atmosphere gradually improved.

Jiang Ling and several disciples couldn't see it clearly, and Zhang Afa only had a guess, but Jiang Zhongye expected that Du He would have a trump card.

Because according to the style of the Chengnan Police Station, if you are threatened, you will be killed by the death. Before Du He can threaten, he will arrest everyone present to silence him. However, the detective Lin not only did not leave on the spot to call people, but instead sat down with Du He. Obviously, he found something, but they could not say that Jiang Zhongye could also guess based on observation.

Luo Haosheng could see clearly that when Du He returned the pistol to Lin Tingzhi, his left hand was tucked in his sleeve.

Those who play magic lottery techniques will have one or two unique skills, and to a large extent they are not just for performances. For example, Luo Haosheng has heard that some old-fashioned styles can instantly turn people into trouble, and they discovered them dozens of miles away the next day.

These things are not clear about, but you must be respectful. Although Lin Tingzhi is just a detective, he has a lot of experience. He must have seen Du He's preparation and went down the slope and talked about it.

The police station emphasizes that one bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong. Du He cannot bully him and has the ability to take revenge. If it were Luo Haosheng himself, he would not choose to risk taking himself in because of a quarrel and deal with him.

The next dinner was very calm, and even reached the expected fun of the guests and hosts in the middle of the river. If one ignores that small unpleasant time, it can be called a successful communication between the police and the public.

After the meal, everyone left together. Du He walked at the end. After everyone left, they looked at Lin Tingzhi and Luo Haosheng.

Lin Tingzhi rinsed his mouth, looked at the scenery below the teahouse, and asked casually: "Youngsheng, if I really fought back just now, would the things in your sleeve work?"

Du He smiled and shook his head, looked at Lin Tingzhi with a sigh of relief, then raised his hand and shook it, "It's useless. My child is practicing and playing. Mr. Detective doesn't have to worry about it."

As he said that, he waved his hand to Luo Haosheng and slowly went downstairs.

Lin Tingzhi's face was deep, and Luo Haosheng smiled unexpectedly. He walked to the wooden pillar of the teahouse, raised his hand and pulled out a piece of cards embedded in the pillar. The front end of the cards was broken, but the pillar was also cut into the cards, and it was three points into the wood.

"This kid is a little capable."

Lin Tingzhi looked at the pillar and sneered, "How many people do you value are mortals?"

Luo Haosheng laughed, put the cards in his pocket, and went downstairs briskly.

Lin Tingzhi still looked downstairs, holding a teacup in his left hand. After a few breaths, his right hand suddenly pulled out his gun and turned around, shot at him, then threw the cup and left.

Just as Du He cut the incision into the card, a bullet hole was in the center of the incision.
Chapter completed!