"Bastard!" Shan Cannon scolded angrily, waved his hand violently, and glanced at the people around him, and the group of people all stood up and moved in the direction of Masaki. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"If I were you, I would be honest now, and the well water will not interfere with the river water," Masaji's cold voice came.

"Mainland Tsai, your tone is not small, I want to see what confidence you have to support your courage", the bald man approached the political discipline step by step.

Masaki stopped talking, his fingertips moved slightly, and with a "snap", the bald man jumped up violently like a cat bitten by the tail, covering his head and glaring at a prisoner next to him, without waiting for him to make a move, there was another "snap", his eyes were sharply oval, like a robot, his stiff neck slowly twisted to the other side, but he saw the other person's palm falling in the air, looking at him with a dull gaze.

"Crazy! you're all crazy!" muttered the bald man, no matter how stupid he was, he noticed something abnormal, and his repeated movements showed that all of this was inseparable from the man sitting on the ground in front of him.

"I'm fighting with you!" The bald man shouted, and was about to rush towards Zhengji, but was grabbed by the two people around him, dragged back, and fell into the corner, while the others all looked at this bizarre scene with a blank face, and couldn't turn around in their minds. Let the people around Brother Ji rebel! For a while, they watched Zhengji hesitate, taking care of both left and right, and didn't know what to do!

"Ah!?Brother Ji!You, what's wrong with you?" At this time, a shocking scene appeared, the two men who had just stood up the bald man with a blank face looked at the chicken brother on the ground in surprise, and said incoherently, and the performance of the mountain cannon just now was almost the same, it didn't look like it was pretending, everyone was surprised, the cold hair on the back stood up, and the eyes looked at the political discipline sitting next to the fence with disbelief, this is simply too weird, they have never seen such a supernatural thing, involuntarily, everyone took a step back sharply, far away from the political discipline.

And the bald man stopped talking at the moment, he was not stupid, it was obvious that all this was done by Zhengji, he couldn't understand how Zhengji did it, and unconsciously controlled his three younger brothers! He leaned against the wall, and did not pursue the two just now, secretly aimed at Zhengji, and the cell fell into silence for a while.

"Ahem, this brother, I don't know Taishan, please bear with me if I offend!" After a long time, the bald man spoke, but it was a shocking apology.

Masaki glanced at him and didn't speak, he was now thinking about what the people behind the scenes would do next.

"Brother, your surname?!" Deng Ji saw that Zhengji didn't speak, and slowly sat down beside Zhengji, and asked a little tremblingly, as if he was afraid that Zhengji would turn into a monster.

Zhengji owed a little sleepy waist, glanced at him, and spit out a word: "Zheng".

"Hello Mr. Zheng! I see that you are not an ordinary person, I just made a mistake, don't care", Deng Ji saw Zhengji speak, his heart was relieved, and he hurriedly added.

"Hmm", political discipline cherishes words like gold.

"Brother Zheng, was that hand a spell just now?" Deng Ji couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

Masaki glanced at him, making him tremble.

"No, hypnosis," Masaki said after a pause.

"Hypnosis!?" Deng Ji couldn't help but read it silently twice, he hadn't heard of hypnosis before, and even had insomnia for a while, and he had heard the doctor test on him when he received psychological treatment, but he had never seen it like Zhengji hypnotizing his own people silently, looking at Zhengji's expression that didn't know the depths, he suddenly had an urge to learn this craft, if he had such a magical ability, then where could he go in the world.

"Brother Zheng, I don't know why you came in?" Deng Ji asked cautiously, afraid that Zhengji's dissatisfaction would hypnotize him.

Zhengji didn't speak, and asked rhetorically in Deng Ji's apprehension: "Why are you?"

"I, I, I'm Hongxing's red stick! I was unlucky when I was cutting people a few days ago, and I was caught in it, and outside, if you report my name at any entertainment venue, there is almost no one who doesn't know my Deng Ji!" The bald man's face showed a hint of triumph, and then he was worried that Zhengji would be angry, and his expression was correct.

Zhengji was slightly stunned when he heard this, it was actually Hongxing's, it was really a narrow road, he didn't expect to meet it here, but he didn't have the heart to embarrass Deng Ji, he thought about it and asked, "What is the red stick?"

Deng Ji was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Zhengji to ask such a question, scratched his head without a trace of hair and said: "This "red stick", how to say it, in the underworld here in Xianggang, the incense lord is the first position, followed by the "second road marshal", and the third place is our "red stick"! There are also "white paper fans" and "straw sandals", and I am the red stick, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is the thug "foreman" of our hall, who leads hundreds of brothers in the hall, but he is under the hall master, but he wants to "sit in the hall" Our boss said that in another year or two, he will promote me to the hall master, and then I will be a person with a name and a surname on the road!"

"So that's the case", Zhengji nodded, and had a preliminary understanding of the hierarchy of the Xianggang underworld in his heart.

"Today, it's not a good acquaintance, Brother Zheng, when I go out in the future, if I need anything, just call me, although Brother Zheng's ability, I'm afraid I'm making my own feelings! Although I Deng Ji is vulgar, but I am still very righteous! Since we can meet here, it is our fate, and I am a person who attaches great importance to fate", Deng Ji patted his chest and said while the iron was hot.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of keys at the door, and then two policemen walked in, looked at Masaki sitting in front of the iron fence, and the surprise in his eyes flashed, and shouted: "Masaki, get up and follow us."

Masaki stood up without saying a word and walked out of the iron fence.

"Brother Zheng, go slowly, remember to look for me when you go out, just say my name at any bar in Causeway Bay!" Deng Ji stood up and said to Zhengji.

"Hmm", Masaki nodded, thinking that when he went out, he learned about his holiday with their gang, and he didn't know if it would be like this.

"Hurry up", at the urging of the police, the figure of Masaki disappeared at the door of the cell.

"Name, age, gender, occupation," asked in an interrogation room, as the two policemen who had come here with Masaki looked at Masaki with unkind eyes.

"Masatsuki, 18, male, singer", Masaki did not question such a low-level question like in TV, but answered it very directly, which made both policemen a little unexpected.

"Well, Masaki, you caused more than 20 fractures and multiple concussions last night, can you agree?" one of the policemen asked word by word, looking at Masaki.

"It's indeed me", Masaki didn't talk nonsense and nodded.

"As for the reason, there are witnesses who say that you are picking a provocation and fighting, you have no objection," one of the policemen asked with some ill-will in his eyes, looking at Masaki in a cold voice.

"Yes, I am justified in self-defense", and Masaki did not say much, making his position clear.

"Just in self-defense? Who can prove it to you? As far as I know, what you said before is false, and the lady surnamed Gao has not been violated, but she is just talking about making a movie normally, and it was you who suddenly broke in and plotted against you! Someone stopped you when the road was uneven, but you injured you!" a policeman slammed the table and said loudly.

When Masaki heard this, he already knew in his heart, I was afraid that these two people also had problems, he stared at the two of them, and only after a long time did he speak: "Since you insist on reversing black and white for your master, then I have nothing to say."

"Presumptuous! As a criminal, you dare to slander the police! Do you really think that the Xianggang police are easy to bully?!" The policeman on the right slammed the table and stood up and said angrily, holding a baton and walking to Masaki's side with bad intentions.

"You'd better think clearly before you make a move, and take action against a public figure, are you so sure that your master can protect you from doing such a nonsense?"

"Then you don't have to worry about it, since you are locked in, there is a way to keep you from talking nonsense! As for whether my master can protect me, you don't have to worry about it," said the policeman, holding his baton and tossing it in his hand.

"Masaki, one last chance, if you admit your crime and sign it, you will be spared so much suffering, and you and I will be able to explain it to both sides," another policeman walked up to Masaki with a document in his hand, and said seductively.

"If I'm not mistaken, did this surveillance break in the first place?" asked Masaki as he looked at the camera in the upper right corner of the room.

"It's good that you know! So, any of our actions here, the outside world will not know, if you want to try the methods of the Xianggang police, you can hold on, and no one has ever been able to hold on for long!" The policeman with the baton put the baton on the shoulder of Zhengji and paused slightly and said threateningly.

"You probably don't know, I'm a person who has always been very curious, but I want to see the quality of the self-proclaimed Xianggang policeman in an international metropolis," Masaki said without looking at the document, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly and mockedly.

"Toast and don't eat and drink!" The policeman's eyes were cold, and the baton in his hand was about to be waved down.

"Bang", at this critical moment, the iron door was suddenly kicked open vigorously, and a man dressed in officer clothes rushed in with several heavily armed soldiers, directly aimed the submachine gun in his hand at the two policemen, and waved the baton in the air as if it was frozen, and could not wave it anymore, and the eyes of Masaki also returned to normal in an instant.