The Los Angeles-Seoul route is a busy route, with six daily departures from Incheon Airport. At this time in the evening, there are two flights, one and a half hours apart, and according to the standard voyage time, the landing time should be at six o'clock in the evening and half past seven in the evening.

An hour and a half apart, especially an hour and a half today, a lot can happen. Ah Jiu looked at the flight schedule, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and decided to change his entire plan for today. He would rather go to great lengths than put the slightest threat to Krystal's safety.

He first called Ryu-san-pa and asked him to check which flight IU was on, and then called Leeloin, Park Chan-young, Dong Zhi and others, and instructed them one by one to change their plans.

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While he was doing this, a 'persuasion' was also underway in the detention chamber of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department.

In any country's 'prison', there are special 'rooms' for disobedient prisoners. The bikers were arrested last night and detained in this special 'standard room'.

The room is narrow, less than three square meters, only a single bed and a toilet position, there are no windows, the ceiling is three meters from the ground, it is impossible to stand on the bed, the dazzling light is on twenty-four hours a day, and it is basically impossible for normal people to fall asleep. There was nothing to move in the room, except for hitting the wall and biting his tongue to kill himself, not even death.

It is a form of 'soft' torture in which the main purpose is to break the will of the person being interrogated and to weaken their resistance. After a night of suffering, everyone in the biker party was exhausted.

The 'standard room' where the wind man was, in the innermost part of the corridor, although the wind man was wearing a hood when he came in, he paid attention to the calculations. Extrapolating from the length of the corridor, his room was either next to the wall or the penultimate one. He had already heard several doors opening, all of them getting closer and closer next door, and counting the number of people who were arrested last night, it was almost his turn.

Sure enough, soon, there was a noise at the door. Feng Nan sat up, watched the door be opened, and a prison guard who looked very badly beaten stood at the door, glanced at him, and said, "Arraignment, come out!" ”

Feng Nan knew that there was no point in talking to this little shrimp, so he didn't pay attention to him, got off the bed, walked to the toilet with a loud bang, and unbuttoned his belt to release water. The prison guard glanced at him, Feng Nan also looked at him, the prison guard's eyes showed disgust, the corner of Feng Nan's mouth hooked, and he suddenly turned around sharply and shook the prison guard's urine.

"What the are you ......" The prison guard picked up the electric baton in his hand and was about to knock it down, Feng Nan was not afraid, and leaned up by his neck: "Hit, come, fight hard, it's better to kill me, otherwise Lao Tzu will go out and kill you outside!" ”

"You ......" The prison guard was so angry that his temples were bruised, but he didn't dare to fight it. The group of prison guards who were left on duty today have already been taken care of, and they know what kind of character Feng Nan is.

Feng Nan sneered, shook his handcuffs, and walked out first, the prison guard glared at him hatefully and followed.

At the end of the hallway, you will find the interrogation room. Feng Nan opened the door of the interrogation room with his toes, and when he saw the person sitting inside, he suddenly laughed, and the expression on his face was not surprised at all, but 'it was so'.

Feng Nan sat down, his long legs of one meter two on the table, squinted at Shi Hao sitting in the interrogator position opposite, and didn't speak for a while, just laughed. Shi Hao wanted to open his mouth several times, but was interrupted by his laughter, and suddenly he was a little annoyed and angry, and slapped the table suddenly: "What are you laughing at!" ”

"Laugh at you to death!" Feng Nan was still laughing, but he didn't save a trace of face for Shi Hao in his words: "Zhao Shihao, who do you think you are?" I've watched too many gangster movies, right? Scholars rebel and become the boss, are you that material? I might as well tell you straight, during this time, the boss believes in you and lets you preside over things, I am already very uncomfortable, if it weren't for the boss's face, I wouldn't have been convinced, are you a fart? ”

"Eh," Feng Nan put his feet down, leaned forward, stared at Shi Hao's eyes, and pointed at his nose: "Zhao Shihao, tell me yourself, what are you?" Our biker party has been mixed up until now, you dare to be the boss of what you have done, you really dare to think! You're a few days earlier than I met the boss, and there are still a few fights in Dongzhi, and Canrong will at least do business, and you say you'll do a fart. You'll make a small report, and if something is not settled, you will move the boss out, what else will you do besides this?! ”

Shi Hao listened to Feng Nan's words, but he lost the anger that he had just slapped the table, and he had a self-spitting posture and let him scold. The more Feng Nan scolded, the more angry he became, but looking at Shi Hao's appearance, he suddenly felt that he was scolding boringly, so he simply stopped talking, and looked at Shi Hao coldly to see if he had anything else to say.

Seeing that Feng Nan stopped scolding, Shi Hao bent down and picked up a bottle of water and threw it to him. Feng Nan looked at the water and sneered: "Could it be that he was poisoned and wanted to kill me, right?" ”

Shi Hao smiled and said: "You and my brother, why don't you get to that point, you have been scolding for a long time, drink saliva, and listen to me." ”

Feng Nan laughed angrily, nodded, unscrewed the water bottle and took two sips, but before he could swallow it, he said vaguely: "Okay, you say, I'll listen." ”

Since Shi Hao filtered the wind man's ridicule, he groaned for a while, raised his head to look at him, and said, "The boss is Chinese, you know." ”

"yes, what's wrong?" Feng Nan smiled and said, "What's wrong with the Chinese?" I think he is the boss, and it doesn't matter what country he is from? ”

"We are Koreans." Se Ho said word by word: "Anyway, we are all Koreans, and this is South Korea, even if you and I are willing, what about the others?" Who would want the underground world in Seoul to be controlled by one Chinese? ”

Shihao asked himself: "Many people don't want to, and Han Changxu doesn't want either!" ”

"What kind of person is Han Chang Wook, he can change the pattern of Seoul **** overnight, overnight!"

Feng Nan sneered: "Without the boss, can he do it?" ”

"You're overestimating the Boss's abilities!" Shi Hao interrupted Feng Nan louder and said, "The boss is very powerful, fighting alone, I haven't seen anyone more powerful than him, but he is a person, a person!" Person! Is he better than a special forces with a loaded gun? Can't a bullet kill him? Han Changxu wanted to kill him, but he killed him! ”

"But Han Changxu didn't do that!" Feng Nan grabbed the water bottle and threw it on Shi Hao's face, and said, "I look down on you for this, Han Changxu is an outsider, and he didn't say anything to the boss, and you keep saying that you are a brother, just like you?" ”

"You know a!" Shi Hao stood up and pointed at Feng Nan's nose: "You know a fart!" Han Chang-wook hired foreign mercenaries to kill the boss. He wants to support a Korean to be the boss of Seoul and be his puppet. This person is not me, but another Korean, and he will not be the boss. So he has to die, do you think the boss would be willing to be someone else's dog? I promised to do things for him, and I'd rather be a dog just to save the boss's life! (To be continued.) )