C172

Chapter 172 - Rules of the House

Then, in the darkness of the night, the sound of the engine could be heard. Song Chongming drove the unremarkable Snow Fran Coruz towards the Riverside City in a flustered and exasperated manner.

In an old house in Old Secretary, a small lamp was lit.

Zhao Xing accompanied Old Secretary by his side like a day. Zhao Xing, who was usually like an old tree stump, hesitated for a long while before saying something. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Old Secretary, something big happened tonight. I heard there was a gunshot. Furthermore, the Mr. Lee seems to be involved in this matter. "

Old Secretary, who was practicing calligraphy in his study, suddenly raised his brush in the air. With a frown, the brush suspended in the air immediately dripped the ink onto the xuan paper.

The line of words he had just practiced, "The sky is high and the birds fly, the sea is wide and the fish leap in the air", immediately turned into a lump of inky ink that could not be seen clearly.

"The gunshots, did the Mr. Lee get involved in this?" The calligraphy brush trembled in the air as Old Secretary looked at Zhao Xing with interest and vigor.

"Yes. It was said that all the underworld groups in the province were gathered at Riverside City for a gathering tonight. For some reason, both Song Shaolun and Mr. Lee were involved in the gathering. In the end, Song Shaolun took advantage of the moment Mr. Lee left the room to secretly release a cold spear attack. Unexpectedly, he did not hit Xiao Yi, but instead, hit an unlucky young man. "

Although Zhao Xing was just one person beside Old Secretary Zhang Weimin, he had a very good grasp of every single detail in the province.

The Old Secretary looked like he was living in this old house, living his old age peacefully. However, he still knew what was going on. He knew the situation in the province very well.

This Zhao Xing was actually equivalent to Old Secretary's ears. With such a big thing happening, Zhao Xing immediately told Old Secretary Zhang Weimin.

"Which Mr. Lee are you talking about?" Old Secretary Zhang Weimin was silent for a while, before he asked.

Zhao Xing was startled for a moment, and then, opened his mouth and replied in a low voice: "It's your brother Xiao Yi."

"Is the news you just received all true?" Old Secretary Zhang Weimin looked at Zhao Xing, his tone becoming especially heavy as he enunciated each word.

"It's not too far off." Zhao Xing would usually not spread the news rashly, and at this moment, he calmly looked at Old Secretary Zhang Weimin and said: "It is said that right now, Song Family's Song Chongming has already driven all night to Riverside City."

Hearing Zhao Xing's narration, the Old Secretary lifted his head. He rubbed his forehead as if he was a bit tired, then instructed softly: "Prepare the carriage, let's go to Riverside City. By the way, call the Secretary Niu over for me. "

"Yes." Zhao Xing bent his waist and retreated, his expression still calm.

However, Old Secretary's murky eyes suddenly lit up. Looking at the deep night, he said, "The Song Family has raised a good son. The more I look at this matter, the more interesting it becomes. "

… ….

The entire river sea was in an uproar. One after another, the carriages headed towards the Riverside City in the middle of the night.

Inside the carriage, there was a rich and influential figure who could not be seen by anyone else. Although everyone was not sitting in the same car, they were moving towards one goal, and that was the Riverside City Police Station.

The vast sea of water instantly transformed into an empty city. Xia Wei lazily laid on the sofa in Xiao Yi's villa. She was still wearing her nightgown, and she was still fresh and attractive. He had short hair, fair skin, and an extremely beautiful face. From every angle, she looked like a beauty that would bring disaster upon the nation.

In the great hall, the stars hid themselves in the clouds. She let out a soft sigh and a trace of sadness appeared on her face.

As a woman, the greatest tragedy was that she didn't know where her man was staying tonight.

Xia Wei didn't know where Xiao Yi was and dialed a few times. It worked, but no one answered. In the palm of her hand, she was sweating profusely. He waited patiently as the phone rang.

However, what she was waiting for was in vain. The sadness on her face only deepened.

"To keep his man, to keep his stomach, to keep his gun." Xia Wei gently caressed her alluring red lips, lightly blew on it, and then opened her mouth to quietly say, "This isn't the way to go on. Looks like I have to be a bit more active. "Since I've chosen this man, I must put my all into waiting for this man."

Xia Wei lightly unbuttoned her robe. A trace of confidence appeared on her pretty face as she looked at her twin peaks. She softly said, "When you return, I will use my pair of weapons to suppress your restless heart."

That night, many feelings of sorrow and joy disappeared into the boundless night sky.

After Xiao Yi went through a simple interrogation room, he was brought to the jail in the dead of the night.

Inside the jail, a large group of malevolent men crowded around.

Of course, there was also the familiar face of Xiao Yi, who had a gloomy face.

This Riverside City Police Station did not have many empty rooms. This Xiao Yi was very honoured to be together with Song Shaolun.

The jail had always been full of abuse and beatings. When Xiao Yi walked into the jail, he was curled up on the bed. With his eyes wide open, a deep sense of resentment emerged on his face.

He did not regret this action. He only felt regret that the spear did not hit Xiao Yi's head.

Moreover, he had entered the jail. As a dignified young master of the Song Family, he was bullied by this group of fiendish men. The bedding on the bed had already been snatched away by the Zou Eight Knives.

In the jail, this was the rule. When newcomers entered, they would definitely be bullied by the old man. Although Song Shaolun was a master of sumo wrestling, in this narrow prison, he did not think that he could use it. He also didn't think that he had the ability to defeat this group of unlucky men with his fists.

The suspects who could be locked up in this jail were all people with backgrounds. Song Shaolun clearly knew of these matters, so he only quietly accepted the truth.

However, the beginning of winter had already arrived. The night in the jail was still rather cold. He curled up on the bare bed, shivering from the cold.

Xiao Yi was brought into this detention house, and after taking a glance at the situation … Then, he directly walked in front of the big brother Zou Eight Knives.

With just a glance, Xiao Yi could tell who the boss was. Because, from the thickness of the bedding and the weight of the blanket, it could be seen that Song Shaolun's and his own bedding had already been snatched away by this person.

Song Shaolun, who was curled up on a huge bare bed, could feel the disturbance in the detention house. He raised his head and coincidentally saw Xiao Yi, who was walking towards his boss's Zou Eight Knives bed.

Seeing this, Song Shaolun laughed mockingly, and thought to himself: "What a fool, he doesn't know the principle that when a person is under the roof, they have no choice but to lower their head. However, this is also good. I can watch a good show. "

"Hey, guy, give me back the blanket." Xiao Yi walked over and shouted to the Zou Eight Knives on the bed.

However, Zou Eight Knives, who was completely buried under the blankets, was still sleeping soundly. It was as if he hadn't heard Xiao Yi's words from the start.

"Give me back the blanket, or I'll do it myself." From the bottom of his heart, Xiao Yi was too lazy to waste time talking to this kind of people. For such people, violence was often more effective.

After throwing those words, Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and desperately pulled on the blanket that Zou Eight Knives had draped over his body.

However, the was tightly pressing the blanket on his body. Xiao Yi gently reached out his hand to pull it, but it did not budge an inch. This time, Xiao Yi shook his head, and said: "Looks like you still have some ability. However, this will not be enough to take away my quilt. "

Then, Xiao Yi prepared to pull back his blanket with all his might.

However, at this time, the rest of the men on the beds all got up in unison and stood around Xiao Yi.

They surrounded Xiao Yi in the middle. He looked ferocious, as if he wanted to swallow Xiao Yi alive.

"Kid, since you've come here, you must follow the rules here. Be quiet and get into bed. "Otherwise, if you disturb my eighth brother's sleep, you won't have anything to eat tomorrow."

This was the truth. There were a few young people who had entered the jail at the beginning, but they were often a bit hot-blooded. Not obeying the rules here, not obeying the Zou Eight Knives's rules to recuperate. The commotion was so serious that there was no food for several days. This was because all the food that was distributed had been snatched away by Zou Eight Knives and his men.

In a place like this, strength was always respected. Whose fist was big enough, and whose fist was hard enough. In that case, he would be able to eat the best, drink the best, and sleep the warmest in this jail.

"The heck, did you guys actually fall in love with this damned place and intend to stay here for a long time? "And tomorrow, I have to go out at dawn." Xiao Yi shook his head, he had no love for this kind of place.

"Haha …" Among this group of men, there was an older man who looked at Xiao Yi and smiled, "Every single one of us thought we could go out the next day when we first came in. However, how many days would there be when tomorrow came back to life? Since there are so many tomorrow, do you know which day you will go out? "Stop dreaming. Since you came here, then behave yourself."

Xiao Yi was too lazy to bother with this group of people, he was confident that he could leave this place immediately.

Looking at the group of people encircling him in the middle, Xiao Yi simply leaned on the side of the Zou Eight Knives's bed, shrugged and said: "I don't want to talk too much with you guys, but tonight I'm going to take my blanket."