In the city criminal police team, Wang Fatzi was taken to the interrogation room.

"Sit down!" Vice Captain Huang Wen glanced at Wang Fatzi.

"Thank you!" the fat man sat down on the stool.

picked up the pen and said, "Let me ask you, were Bahu's two legs broken by Cheng Hao?"

In that group fight, although many people had on their hands, most of them were flesh wounds, light nose and face were swollen, heavy ones were stabbed a few times, and there were not a few people who had broken bones and were put in plasters.

Only Huzi can't, both kneecaps were all smashed, and he can't stand up again, which can't be solved with money.

Wang Hu is undoubtedly the heaviest person in this group fight.

"No!" Wang Fatzi denied.

Huang Wen was not very satisfied with this result, "You should understand that if Cheng Hao squats in prison, it will only be good for you, and there will be no harm!"

Huang Wen is hinting that Wang Fatzi took the opportunity to take the position.

But how could Wang Fatzi not understand what Huang Wen meant, it's just that he is not the kind of person who is treacherous.

Huang Wen saw that Wang Fat didn't speak, so he was moved, and continued to provoke: "You can rest assured that with this charge, he Cheng Hao can squat for at least a few months, or even half a year!"

"Hmph!" Wang Fat Man just snorted coldly and continued: "I said he didn't do it!"

"Who did it?" asked Huang Wenzhuan.

Wang Fatzi exhaled, lifted his chest and said, "I did it!"

"What?" Huang Wen was furious, but he was obviously not satisfied with this result, "You have this ability?!"

"One person does things and one person does it!" Wang Fatzi patted his chest: "I can resist this little thing!"

Huang Wen, who calmed down his anger, looked down on the stupid boy in front of him, so he asked, "How did you do it, describe the scene at that time!"

Huang Wen crossed his legs and said: "Huzi was blocked into the alley by me and Cheng Hao, I picked it up and turned my head and smashed Huzi's kneecap!"

"It's that simple?" Huang Wen was a little incredulous.

"It's as simple as that!" Wang Fatzi spread his hands, and he was no longer the wretch who begged for mercy at the barbecue stall back then.

"What about the motive?" said Huang Wen.

"Upper position! the tiger, who dares to look down on my fat man!"

In the face of Wang Fatzi's confession, Huang Wen really couldn't find a loophole, or even leak.

"Okay!" Huang Wen nodded: "Press the handprint!"

Wang Fatzi handed the confession to Huang Wen, who dipped his thumb finger in the ink and pressed it at the back of the confession, and then signed his name.

"Take it down!" Huang Wen waved his hand, the trial of the case was almost over, and Huang Wen, who failed to find Cheng Hao's crimes, turned around and left the interrogation room.

Wang Fatzi was taken into the cell by the prison guards, but he was not locked up in the room of Cheng Hao and others.

"Why didn't the police lock him up with us?" asked the fat man, leaning against the railing.

"What's the hurry. I'll be sent to the Chengxi Detention Center tomorrow!" the prison guard said perfunctorily, turning his head and returning to the lounge.

"What's going on?" shouted the hound, and the guards ignored him.

"Fat man, did you take the matter down?" Cheng Hao questioned Wang Fatzi.

......。

On the other side, the Fengjia Villa.

"Understood!" Feng Lan nodded: "Very clear!"

"Good!" Sanddust smiled with satisfaction.

"Hua Niang, go and bring the 82-year-old Lafite!" Feng Lan pointed to the wine cabinet in the office, and the corner of her mouth raised a smile.

Hua Niang nodded slightly, turned around and took out the treasured 82-year-old Lafite in the wine cabinet, and poured wine for the few people present.

"cheers!" Feng Lan raised her red wine glass and smiled.

"Cheers!" Shachen didn't understand red wine, so he tilted his neck and dried up, as did the three brothers of the Chen family.

Only Xiao Gui looked much more elegant, similar to Feng Lan, he just took a sip with his mouth, holding it in the palm of his hand and shaking the wine glass.

Feng Lan couldn't help but pay more attention to this dusty military advisor, who seemed to be a well-informed person.

"Farewell!" Sanddust put his wine glass on the coffee table, turned around and left Fenglan's office with four of his men.

"Bang!" the office door clicked.

Hua Niang's smile disappeared instantly, and she asked a little nervously, "Isn't Shachen dead?"

"Hahaha!" Feng Lan smiled: "I could have died for him, but I didn't expect him to be saved!"

"Hmph!" Feng Lan sneered: "Churchill said: There is no use of eternal enemies, only eternal interests! Huang Jingshan was not killed by us, it was Cheng Hao, it was the police!"

"It was Shachen who almost killed the old man last time!" The old man in Hua Niang's mouth is Feng Lan's father, Feng Chen.

"Hahaha!" Feng Lan smiled: "It's not to kill me, what are you afraid of?"

"Yes!" Hua Niang's face was melancholy, "I think I still can't trust Shachen!"

"He's made it very clear, we're a partnership!" Feng Lan spread her hands and left the villa.

The rat head, which had been asleep for a day, finally woke up.

"Wake up!" said the hound, who had just operated last night.

"Oops!" the rat head slowly lay up and hammered his heavy head, "Where am I?"

"Hospital!" the hound looked at the bandage on his arm, feeling a little inferior.

"Oops grass!" Rat Head jumped when he saw the hound in front of him: "Why are you in the hospital, and what's wrong with your arm?"

"Alas!" the hound sighed, "it's hard to see at a glance, it's all your fool's fault!"

"Ah!" When he heard this, the rat head couldn't sit still, and hurriedly said: "Why am I causing the trouble!"

The hound picked up the water cup and took a sip of hot water and continued: "You stupid b kick your legs and don't care about anything, what about us?"

"What's wrong with you?" the rat head suddenly noticed that something was missing: "Brother Cheng!"

"Hahaha!" the hound smiled, "they're all in prison, and I've been released on bail to heal!"

"What's going on?" the rat head still didn't understand: "You make it clear!"

"Good!" said the hound, pouting, and told him everything that had happened after the rat's head had passed out.

The rat head was shocked when he heard this, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in his heart, he couldn't imagine that so many things had happened when he was unconscious!

"And what is the wound on your stomach?" said the rat head in surprise.

The hound said and revealed the bandage wrapped around his waist: "I almost died!" At that time, I went to chase Gong Zhi, I could take a knife for him and run away, and I was defenseless, who knew that he turned around and took out a military thorn and stabbed me in the stomach!"

"And then?" said the rat head.

"Alas!" The hound sighed: "Gong Zhi pulled the military thorn and ran away, I almost didn't die on the street!"

The rat head was moved to tears, "Brother Dog, you got this knife for me, I wrote down this hatred for you, I have to kill him!"

"Don't you stir up my feelings!" Hound said impatiently, "There are police outside!"

"Sliver?" Rat Head was surprised.

As he spoke, several policemen pushed open the door of the ward, and at the same time, Nurse Cheng Hao carried the fat man lying on a mobile stretcher to the sick.

"You three get along well and don't fight!" the police officer specifically instructed the two men.

"Hahaha!" The hound laughed: "Don't talk about fighting, I'm in trouble!"

"That's good!" the policeman said and led the nurse out of the ward, closing the door of the ward.

"Who's that?" the rat head glanced at curiously.

"How do I know who it is?" The hound was closest to the patient who had just advanced, and after just a glance, the hound became angry: "It's this grandson!"

"Who?" the rat head couldn't tell who it was from a distance.

"It's Wang Hu!" said the hound, about to beat him Wang Hu, but before his leg moved, a huge pain came from the wound, and the hound finally gave up the idea.

"This grandson!" the rat head shouted loudly, but it couldn't get off either.

"Forget it!" said the hound: "Wait for two days, wait for our brothers to heal, don't kill him Wang Hu!"

At the door of the ward, policeman A and policeman B said, "Why did you say the captain put the three of them together?"

"Who knows!" Police Officer B waved his hand: "Maybe it's to save resources, the two of us can watch three people, and if we separate, we need two brothers!"

In the ward, Wang Hu, who had been groggy before, finally woke up.

He rubbed his eyes, saw that all around him were gray and white, and moved his limbs, but the only thing he could do was a pair of hands, and his legs were as heavy as lead.

"What's going on?" Huzi subconsciously glanced at the two people next to him.

"This is the Netherworld!" the rat head finished and smashed the orange directly on the side.

"Bang!" the orange smashed into Huzi's face, and the orange-yellow juice flowed down the river.

"Grass mud horse, you still dare to smash Lao Tzu!" Huzi subconsciously touched his head cabinet, but there was no fruit, and he was going to smash the rat's head with a vase without saying a word!

"Why don't you move it?" I saw that the rat's head had already picked up the pillow and was ready to attack at any time.

"Nima!" the hound, who had been silent, pulled out the infusion bottle above his head and smashed it on Huzi's head.

"Dang!", Huzi, who didn't remember the reaction, was smashed on the head and bled out.

"Poof!" Huzi then smashed the vase in his hand.

The hound dodged sideways, but did not want the vase to fly to the rat's head.

"Whew!" the rat hair let out a miserable scream: "I have smashed the old man's eggs!"

"Hahaha!" Huzi laughed on his back.

(End of chapter)