When Cang Mo walked downstairs, the bad teenagers in the mouth of the little policeman had already started fighting. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The hall became their "battlefield", and chairs and tables were thrown to the ground. Eleven boys who looked like they were in high school scuffled together, swearing and swearing.

"Cang Group, what do you think?" The little policeman pulled at Cang Mo's clothes, looking very anxious.

"Calm down." Cang Mo waved his hand, slowly walked to the chair in the hall and sat down, snorting, and didn't bother to shut them up.

"Team Leader Cang, this ......" The little policeman was even more anxious, he originally asked Cang Mo to help him solve this matter, but Cang Mo's posture was to watch a play.

"You go and stop it, after all, it's not good to fight at the police station." Cang Mo waved at the little policeman, and then pointed at the people who were scuffling together.

"This ......" The little policeman glanced at the students who looked like gangsters, and he was a little afraid to step forward.

Cang Mo seemed to see the little policeman's concerns, sighed, and told him that he had his reason to stop them.

The little policeman stepped forward and shouted, stop fighting, who would have thought that three or four boys would immediately come out of the little gangster, who was not afraid of the little policeman at all, and threatened the little policeman with confidence: "What are you!" No one has ever dared to stop me, why should you stop me! ”

The little policeman didn't expect that those boys were so bold and hadn't suppressed their arrogance when they arrived at the police station. He turned his head to look at Cang Mo, wanting to ask Cang Mo for some help, but he didn't expect Cang Mo to drink tea in a good way. The little policeman thought in his heart what this was, it was too much different from the rumored captain Cang, but he had already spoken, and he couldn't continue without continuing, so the little policeman could only stubbornly continue: "I am a policeman."

"Huh." The boy was very arrogant. "You've just graduated, why should you care about Lao Tzu! Tell you! Don't be nosy! I'm going to beat you up! The boy shook his fist as he spoke, and everyone behind him thought about him.

Seeing that the little policeman couldn't control it, Cang Mo slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and then said slowly: "Article 277 of the Criminal Law stipulates that anyone who obstructs the staff of state organs from performing their duties in accordance with the law by means of violence or threats shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, controlled release or a fine. ”

After the boy heard Cang Mo's words, his momentum immediately decreased by half, and they stopped fighting and began to stop.

"Uncle policeman, what about scaring us?" The boy was still unforgiving, but his tone and behavior were much better.

"Nope." The desert was still the same smile, but it made the boys feel terrible.

"And what you just did, gather a crowd to fight." Cang Mo picked up the teacup and took a sip unhurriedly, he always liked to do this, dismantling the psychological defenses of those who did not stop. "Article 292 of the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China: Where a crowd is assembled to fight, the ringleaders and others who actively participate are sentenced to up to three years imprisonment, short-term detention or controlled release; In any of the following circumstances, the ringleaders and others who actively participate are to be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years. "It's a real penal code, but it's not that serious for these boys. To them, they only need to criticize and educate a few words, and then figure out the reason for the fight, and let the unreasonable party compensate the reasonable party, but Cang Mo likes to scare people.

"Uncle policeman, don't lie to me."

"Why should I lie to you?"