Looking at Wang Lang and the foreigner's chatter, Yang Mohan widened his eyes. This person really could speak the language of this unknown, and the fluency was no less than speaking his native language.

After talking for a long time, the foreigner laughed and gave Wang Lang a thumbs up, with the kindest look in his eyes.

Yang Mohan's eyes were wandering between Wang Lang and the foreigner, and in a daze, they felt that the two of them were here to chat.

Bang!

Yang Mohan slapped the table and stared at Wang Lang angrily. The clothes were big, the chest and chest were undulating. Although the legs were short, they were a pair of fierce weapons, but they were so big that they were outrageous.

The foreigner stared at Yang Mohan's weapons and swallowed.

Wang Lang and the foreigner didn't know what they said. After the foreigner looked away, they laughed loudly, feeling that even men understood.

"Wang Lang! I ordered you to translate what he was saying for me!" Yang Mohan slapped the table again and said.

Wang Lang leaned against the radiator and stared at Yang Mohan lazily, "I don't like your attitude very much."

Yang Mohan's eyebrows were raised and his silver teeth were creaking.

"Wang Lang, please be your translator for me."

Yang Mohan finally changed his tone, not as fierce as before.

Wang Lang shook his wrist, "You must know that I did nothing this time. Let me go. If I let me go, I will be your translator when I feel better."

After gritting his teeth and pausing for a long time, Yang Mohan ordered the male policeman next to him to loosen the handcuffs for Wang Lang. Wang Lang touched his back. The wound that had been blown out at the construction site had been rubbed for a long time and started bleeding again.

"Does there be alcohol or something?" Wang Lang looked at Yang Mohan. Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang's back and turned his head to look at his male colleague. The man turned his head and went to get alcohol.

"Such a big wound is definitely not something good to do." Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang moved his body, "Climbing, climbing, falling from the mountain, falling, can your short legs not make anyone think so bad?"

Yang Mohan was furious and said, "My legs are not short!"

After roughly rinsing with alcohol, Wang Lang rebanded the wound and prepared to buy some medicine when it was dawn.

When Wang Lang washed the wound, there was no expression on his face, as if he was washing the wound for someone else. He was so calm that he made the people around him show a look of awe.

"Small legs, please ask if you have anything to do. I have to go back quickly. I'm sleepy." Wang Lang yawned, and Yang Mohan felt itchy in his teeth.

"Help me ask him what country he is from." Yang Mohan held the notebook and pen.

"I've asked all of them from Country D." Wang Lang pulled out his ears, and the inside was covered with dust.

"Then ask him what his name is, what his job is, and his age." Yang Mohan asked again.

Wang Lang suddenly stopped and said English to the foreigner. The foreigner nodded and said a lot to Wang Lang in English, and Wang Lang also said a lot to him.

"Can you speak English?" Wang Lang looked at Yang Mohan again.

Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang, his eyes full of curiosity. Why did this bastard who made him hate him so much that he spoke so easily in foreign languages?

When Wang Lang asked, Yang Mohan subconsciously glanced at other places, "How about it, but I didn't learn well."

"I always know what the name of him is, right?" Wang Lang smiled and rubbed his shoulders.

Yang Mohan glared, "I asked you to be a translator for me. Do you ask me if I can? Then what translator should I be?"

Wang Lang sat on the table, picked up Yang Mohan's cup and drank water. Seeing Yang Mohan gritted his teeth.

"I have no obligation to be your translator."

Wang Lang slowly drank water.

"Bastard!" The three words came out from Yang Mohan's teeth.

"Believe it or not, I will detain you for a month now!" Yang Mohan stared at her eyes.

"You little short legs, why are you fighting to the death? There are so many bad people in this world, why do you hold me to me?" Wang Lang said angrily. He raised the empty cup in his hand and said to Yang Mohan's male colleague, "Uncle Police, pour me some water."

"Bastard, I look like a terrible person. As a policeman, I have a keen sense of smell. You! Wang Lang! You must have killed someone! And there are quite a few! I will definitely find evidence to catch you!" Yang Mohan swears.

Wang Lang had a bitter face. How could this be more annoying than a certain junk organization in Country M?

No one poured water for Wang Lang, so Wang Lang had to receive a glass of water for himself.

"You can do whatever you want, I have something to do, let's go first." Wang Lang said with a smile.

"Stop it!" Yang Mohan slapped the table.

Wang Lang put down his cup and looked at Yang Mohan with a bitter face, "Police sister, you shouldn't call him Yang Mohan, you should call him Hot King Kong: Exploding the Short Legs in Place."

"Son of a bitch!"

Yang Mohan shouted angrily in the entire police station.

Five minutes later, Wang Lang stood beside the wall, with Yang Mohan in front of him. The two of them were so tight that Yang Mohan was so angry that he was fierce. Wang Lang could clearly feel the violent ups and downs of the weapon.

"Bastard." Yang Mohan snorted before letting go of Wang Lang.

Wang Lang, who was quite nostalgic, leaned happily against the wall.

"whatisyourname?" Yang Mohan asked the foreigner, the local accent was very heavy, obviously in Linghe City English.

The foreigner also heard about it and immediately said his name.

"What?" Yang Mohan stared at the foreigner.

The foreigner repeated it again, but Yang Mohan still didn't understand, so he had to turn his eyes to Wang Lang helplessly.

Wang Lang immediately looked arrogant and indignant.

Yang Mohan gritted his teeth in hatred, "Wang Lang, as long as you interpret for me, I will let you go immediately."

Hearing this, Wang Lang immediately smiled and said, "I can translate it for you, but there is a condition."

"What conditions? It's better not to go too far!" Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang hatefully.

Wang Lang took a sip of water and said silly, "Since you see you, you are so hot that you are so disgusting. In this way, you act like a spoiled person. As long as you meet my conditions, I can ask you what this foreign buddian and his ancestors do."

Bang!

The things on the entire table were slapped by Yang Mohan and jumped together.

"Bastard! You're looking for death!"

Wang Lang put down the water cup and took out his ears, "It seems to be a bit difficult. Otherwise, I will change the conditions. I am hungry. You go and make a bucket of noodles for me. This condition is not too much."

Yang Mohan stared at Wang Lang with gritted teeth.

"You have arrested me twice by mistake. I will endure it if you don't apologize. I'll take me here in the middle of the night and take me some noodles." Wang Lang said with a bitter face.

"You sit for me!" Yang Mohan slapped the table and glanced at the male colleague next to him, "Liu Xiaoguang, please take care of him for me, don't let him run away, I'll give him instant noodles."
Chapter completed!