Name.

The policeman surnamed Wang and the policeman surnamed Zheng sat opposite Zhang Zetao, threw the record book on the table, and shouted loudly.

"Zhang Zetao".

Zhang Zetao looked at the two of them coldly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Age.

“26”。

Gender.

"Male".

"Tell me, why did you force Jian and the process of strong Jian"?

"Hmph, I am righteous and courageous, and it is the two of them who intend to force Jian."

Zhang Zetao snorted coldly, and looked at the policemen surnamed Wang and Zheng with indignant eyes.

"Oh, he said you two are strong, is that so"?

Xiao Wang turned his head to look at the thin monkey and curly hair, because there was only one interrogation room, and Zhang Zetao, the little gangsters and Hao Feng were all locked up in one interrogation room.

"Officer, I'm wronged, it's obvious that this kid is strong, my brother and I are brave in the face of righteousness, you see that my head still has traces of being beaten by him."

The thin monkey seemed to have a great wrong, and shouted at Zhang Zetao angrily.

"Since none of you admit Qiangjian, then we have to ask the subject."

"Miss, these three people, who is the one who is strong on you, you can tell me now."

Xiao Wang looked at Hao Feng with a smug face and said loudly