When Mr. Qi found out that when he looked at Su Budong, Su Budong was also looking at him. He was called "Mr. Qi" not because of his background, but because he looked good. In this team, there are tough guys and manly men, but there are few who are as delicate as men.

Just like the handsome young master in the book, he is a bit distant, and he walks like the butterfly young actor in the movie.

On the way, there will always be girls asking him for a contact address and want to write to him. There are female friends in the police station who cannot handle their colleagues. He will make a few love letters polished, which will always make his colleagues successful.

So everyone calls him Mr. Qi.

But Mr. Qi’s favorite is his college classmate Zhao Min. When he first entered the school year, the two had a small conflict. Mr. Qi saw it and wanted to get close to him. After all, he had never had any experience of making mistakes. He passed by Zhao Min, but Zhao Min was influenced by Zhao’s father since childhood and practiced a lot of kung fu. Mr. Qi’s “passing side by side” turned into “falling down to the sky”, which made a big joke.

Zhao Min sneered: "He looks like a woman, but his body is weak and he is like a woman."

In one sentence, Mr. Qi was so embarrassed that his face turned red. From then on, he followed Zhao Min like a demon, followed Zhao Min forward and behind, and chased him hard.

Who knew that Zhao Min had a bad first impression of him, so she deliberately flowed without mercy. Eight years later, she was actually picked up by a Japanese Japanese devil.

How happy Mr. Qi is like this?

"Name, hometown." Mr. Qi and policeman Deng Shuai entered the interrogation room. Looking at Su Budong who was brought in, he took a pen and seemed to be taking a record, but in fact he was not thinking about it.

"Subdong, Japanese Chinese."

"It's a Japanese devil," said Mr. Qi's lips with a malicious smile: "What's the matter?"

"Forced to defend himself." Su Budong told the truth.

"Nonsense, if you are defending yourself, why are you not doing anything? Then the student of Tianzhu went to the hospital? Honestly tell me about the beating of someone." Mr. Qi slapped the table and felt that he looked like Guan Gong who was trying the case. At the propaganda, he usually doesn't have the opportunity to try the case.

"I have something to do." Su Budong said.

"Why can't I see that you have something wrong?"

"My heart is hurt." Su Budong looked heartbroken: "I didn't expect that I would be slandered."

"Do you know that your nonsense to our police will aggravate your sentencing? I have seen too many people like you who are slick!" Mr. Qi didn't expect that Su Budong was slippery and would not be trapped.

"Well, Mr. Su, do you know our policies?" Deng Shuai felt that Mr. Qi would not interrogate at all, so he beat and drummed.

"I know, be honest and lenient, and resist strictness." Su Budong answered honestly.

"Since you know, you should also strive for leniency. Your case is not complicated. What's the use of denying it here? There are so many eyes staring at you, and all the witnesses have provided testimony." Mr. Qi looked through the case sect and said.

"Is that so what? Only one person's testimony, what can this mean?" Su Budong rolled his eyes at Mr. Qi, making Mr. Qi very angry.

"Su Budong, don't be ungrateful! You are interrogated because you have a problem!" Mr. Qi slapped the table.

"Do I have any problem that can be proved with your mouth? A joke!" Su Budong found that Mr. Qi was targeting him everywhere, and he was even more angry.

"Then you think, why would a university professor do perjury? He is so respectful, but you are just a blood-sucking capitalist!"

"There are no more high and low professions in the socialist country? What's more, now it has been changed to open. Foreign capital is welcome to enter China and achieve common prosperity. Why do you discriminate against our capitalists? You dare to speak out here without even a basic political awareness? Do you think your opinions represent national policies and national will?" Su Budong grabbed the other party's mercilessly and fought back. "Didn't you say I am a capitalist? I am a capitalist, what's wrong? You bite me!"

"Fuck!" Mr. Qi was rebelled by Su Budong and jumped up from the stool in anger. Shuai Deng quickly stopped him, afraid that he would be impulsive.

"You go out and I will interrogate this slick prisoner." Young Master Qi loosened his collar and he was really angry. Originally, Su Budong didn't have to suffer this flesh and blood, but you repeatedly provoked me.

Su Budong was handcuffed at this time, but he was not forgiven: "Please note that it is a suspect. Your current evidence is not enough to say that I am a prisoner and a ignorant of the law!"

"Young Master Qi!" Deng Shuai was brutally driven out of the interrogation room by Youth Master Qi. Youth Master Qi closed the door and said with a smirk: "You are quite good at talking."

"Overall." Su Budong didn't seem to notice that the danger was approaching. In fact, he saw Mr. Qi's bad intentions, but so what? Could it be that his muscles were soaked in potion and were eating dry food? Moreover, he now has "strongness" in his body, and if he wants to hit him, it depends on whether he wants to be beaten as a sandbag.

Young Master Qi punched Su Budong in the chest: "I'll tell you so much nonsense!"

Su Budong moved a little in the limited space and concentrated his strength on the pectoralis major muscle. Suddenly his muscles became like stones.

"Bang!" "Crack!" With a crisp sound, Young Master Qi felt that his fingers hit the iron block. He did not keep his strength, and the consequence of not keeping strength was: his hand was broken suddenly.

"!!!" Young Master Qi's right hand was deposed, but there was no sound at all: "I can't tell, I'm still a trainer."

"Oh, police officer, what's wrong with your hand?" Su Budong asked knowingly.

"I see when you are stubborn!" Mr. Qi picked up the folding chair with his left hand and swung it towards Su Budong.

Su Budong was wrapped in place and could not move. He had no choice but to avoid it. So he could only lower his head and let his back bear the force of this force.

"It's not over yet?" Su Budong regretted not reading the almanac today. Today he was a bad guy. He beat him like a sandbag if he was a grandson.

"It's not over yet!" Mr. Qi grinned and tamped again. He didn't swing his head, but smashed it on his body. This was the trick taught by the old detective. Even if the prisoner complained, he could argue that he accidentally injured him or something.

Su Budong was helpless and knew the importance of head protection, so he buried his head between his arms and let him smash the chair against his back.

"Aren't you good at speaking?"

"Aren't you so smart?"

"You said, you said, aren't you very good at talking?" Mr. Qi started to ruthlessly and smashed the folding chair for more than ten times, deforming it.

Mr. Qi wanted to hit him for the last time, "Stop!"

The door of the interrogation room was kicked open.

A middle-aged man appeared in front of Mr. Qi.

"Shen Chou? Why are you here?"

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man frowned tightly without anger.

"I'm trying the case." Mr. Qi smiled.

"A case trial, what case will you try with a propaganda poster?" asked the middle-aged man.

"This person sent Student Zhu to the hospital in the morning, so I'll review it."

"When did your propaganda office get so well-informed? You will know the case that just happened in the morning in less than a few hours? If our front-line police officers have such high efficiency as your propaganda office, the case will be much faster!" said Shen Director Chen.

When Mr. Qi heard the leader's words, cold sweat immediately broke out.

"Leader, I want to complain to this comrade, he beat me just now."

"Mind Bureau, I don't, don't listen to him nonsense." Mr. Qi panicked, but he calmed down immediately. He didn't hit Su Budong in the face just now. He could make the injury on his body an excuse that he had hurt himself.

Who knew that Su Budong turned his left face and a bright red slap appeared on his face.

"My Cao, when did I slap him?" Mr. Chen was shocked. He didn't expect that Su Budong had long thought that he would shirk him, so he secretly used his right hand to give him a while the two were talking.

It makes me feel uncomfortable, and I can't let you have a good time.

I really think I was beaten for nothing.

"I didn't, he was talking nonsense!"

"When this girl slapped me just now, she accidentally broke his right hand. If you don't believe it, you can let him shake his right hand!" Su Budong was afraid that the frame would not be completely done. If you can shake your hand even if you endure the pain, I respect you as a man!

"Xiao Qi, give me the Case Sect on your right hand." Director Chen sat on the chair and said calmly.

Mr. Qi deliberately picked up the Censor with his left hand, held the edge of the Censor with his right hand, and handed it to the Shen Bureau.

The Shen Bureau turned over a few times, and then handed the Censor to Mr. Qi's right hand.

Mr. Qi gritted his teeth and took over the case with his right hand.

"Bang!" Director Shen slapped the table. "You have eaten the policeman's music! Ah! Why don't you untie Su Budong's handcuffs!"

Mr. Qi was shocked.
Chapter completed!