Soon----

The Ford stopped at the door of the police station, and the guards guarding the door immediately ran out, puffed up their chests, and saluted the car.

The cross-eyed man got out of the passenger seat and trotted to the back to open the door.

Syllable!

The black leather shoes fell to the ground, and a middle-aged man with a slightly short and fat figure got out of the car, with a lion nose and a wide mouth, triangular eyes, and a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Needless to say, this person is Inspector Hua of Kowloon, Yan Xiong.

"Don't disturb the people!" Yan Xiong tidied up his suit and said with a smile, "I'm a detective, not a robber!" Now, Cockfighting Strong, go and call those vendors to come over-----"

The cross-eyed man was busy going to Zhang Luo.

Soon those vendors came, and the Ford car passed by just now, and their fruit stalls and fine sauce stalls were somewhat lost.

Yan Xiong didn't say a word, took out a wad of banknotes from his arms, and personally distributed them to those vendors: "That's right, it's my subordinates who are reckless!" This money should be compensated! ”

Those vendors didn't expect the other party to be so polite and approachable, so busy and giving up, bluntly saying that Inspector Yan is a good person.

Yan Xiong smiled and said to everyone: "I, Yan someone, have always set an example, as a police officer is to serve the people, abide by their duties, and adhere to justice ......"

The crowd applauded continuously.

Not far away, a media reporter with a camera around his neck took a photo of Yan Xiong.

Yan Xiong said a few words impassionedly, and then he gave a few strong orders to the fighting cocks around him, and buried himself in the car.

The fighting made a strong look to the side.

Eight plainclothes people immediately found those who got the money and asked for all the money they had just sent out. In the dumbfounded eyes of those people, all this money was handed over to Fighting.

Fighting got into the car, with a smile on his face, and handed the money to Yan Xiong: "Yan Ye, your money!" ”

Yan Xiong patted the cockfighting brain melon and said with a smile: "There is a future!" "Put the money in your arms," what about the reporter, what about the trouble? ”

"Okay, according to your request, he took a lot of photos, and he will be on the front page tomorrow!"

"Hahaha!" Yan Xiong laughed and took a cigar: "Lei Luo's street talk will disturb the people, then I will disturb him!" ”

"Of course Lei Luo can't fight you! How can you say that you are also a Kowloon boss, and you dare not listen to you? Fighting Qiang complimented each other while helping the other party light a cigarette.

Yan Xiong took a puff of his cigar and puffed out smoke: "By the way, today is the day when my godson Bucktooth Ju reports, you can help me say hello later!" Anyway, I'm also his godfather, find him a better errand! ”

"Roger!" Fighting Cock Qiang looked envious, and he didn't know where the blessing of the bastard called Bucktooth Pony came from.

"Alright, drive!" Yan Xiong leaned back on the seat, showing the posture of a big man.

The Ford slowly drove into the police station.

At the gate, the guard stood up and saluted, until the vehicle disappeared, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and deflated his belly.

For Yan Xiong, he is full of awe.

It seems that humans and animals are harmless, but they are ruthless!

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Smiling Tiger!

……

In the store, Du Yongxiao has a full view.

The fat boss put his elbows on the counter, biting the Marlboro that Du Yongxiao gave him, looking at the miserable vendors and sneering: "These guys are all stupid!" Brain melons grow to the ass! Who is Yan Xiong? Will they give them money for no reason? Do you want to be a show, don't you know how to do it? ”

"You don't like these vendors?"

"Of course! These vendors are shouting on both sides of the street all day long, you sell fruits, he sells wontons, shouting loudly at the top of his voice, and he is tired of listening to it! Also, look at the ground, it's so dirty that they don't even have a place to put your feet! I've got you a lung, sometimes I can step on a banana peel when I go out! The fat boss's face was full of disdain, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction with these poor vendors.

Du Yongxiao heard him say this, and smiled without saying a word.

The fat boss was even more energetic, baring his teeth and grinning: "Also, this Yan Xiong is really not a thing!" Relying on himself to be Inspector Hua, he is arrogant and domineering on weekdays, and he always comes to me on credit, even if he has cigarettes, he also drinks on credit, and he also counts on credit, and the most expensive one is ----- I give his mother on credit! ”

"But I see him smiling, as if he is very easy-going."

"Easy-going fart! That's all for people to see! Did you know that his nickname was Guy? Smiling Tiger! There is a knife hidden in the smile, and there is no blood in the killing! ”

"Oh, so fierce?"

"Of course it's fierce!" The fat boss gently extinguished the cigarette, and the cigarette butt was reluctant to throw it away, so he carefully wrapped it in paper, "Someone once offended him, and the family was tied up and sunk into the sea, and now even the body has not been found!" ”

"No, he's a bad guy!"

"What bad? If you say it's good, it's called a bad boy, and if it's ugly, it's a scoundrel, a bastard, and it's not as good as a ruffian! The more the fat boss spoke, the more angry he became, and even Yan Xiong's eighteenth generation ancestors scolded.

Du Yongxiao waited until the fat boss finished scolding, then he smiled, snuffed out the cigarette and threw it on the ground, crushed it with his toes, and then reached into his arms-----

"Oh, Makomi! A box of cigarettes is two pieces of five! The fat boss thought that Du Yongxiao was going to pay the bill, so he happily stretched out his hands.

What Du Yongxiao took out from his arms was not a wallet, but a document ----plainclothes police officer's ID!

"Excuse me, boss, how much money?" Du Yongxiao shook his documents in front of the boss and smiled.

The fat boss's eyes almost fell out, and he wanted to die at the moment, he never thought that Du Yongxiao was not a noble son, but a bad guy!

"Why didn't you say you're a bad guy?" The fat boss cried.

"You shouldn't be bothered with that right now, are you?"

"Yes, you're right!" The fat boss opened the cash cabinet very interestingly, took out three hundred yuan from it in pain, and handed it to Du Yongxiao: "Is it enough?" ”

"Inspector Yan Xiongyan is my chief, and I respect him very much!"

The fat boss was helpless, so he took out two more and handed them to Du Yongxiao: "Five hundred, it's already a lot!" ”

"Inspector Yan has always been a man who will repay him! If he learns that Your Excellency has just scolded him like that----"

The fat boss hurriedly took out another hundred and stuffed it over: "Six hundred, no more!" ”

"Dare to ask the boss how many people in his family, do you like to go to sea?"

The fat boss's eyes darkened, and he took out a few more and stuffed them to Du Yongxiao: "A thousand, spare me!" ”

Du Yongxiao stuffed the money into his arms, patted his pocket, and said righteously to the fat boss: "Believe me, I'm not that kind of person!" But I also know that if I don't accept this money, you will have trouble sleeping, so I have to reluctantly ---- by the way, help me order a few more cups of milk tea, there are more people in Inspector Yan's office, you should know better than me! As for my cup, it's free! ”

After Du Yongxiao finished speaking, he nodded to the boss, and then turned around and walked towards the police station.

The fat boss beat his chest in the back: "A thousand yuan, it's gone?" Pu your mother's! ”

"What did you say?" Du Yongxiao turned around.

"Oh, let me ask you if you want to add sugar to your milk tea?"

Du Yongxiao didn't look back, and waved his hand: "Feel free!" ”