Chapter Nine Hundred and Twentieth Who Called the Police

"He still doesn't want to, what should we do?" Yang Qingye poured oil on the fire, "Or, I'd better beat him up and vent my anger!"

"..." Chen Jiahai was so pissed off by that bastard Yang Qingye that he would actually say that.

It's a pity that he couldn't even breathe, let alone speak, so he could only struggle desperately.

Seeing that Chen Jiahai's face turned a little purple, Luo Ziling let go of his hand and threw Chen Jiahai to the ground.

After falling to the ground with a plop, Chen Jiahai held his throat and coughed desperately.

But he immediately got up from the ground, jumped and cursed: "Luo Ziling, kill me if you have the ability."

"If you want to die, I can satisfy you." Luo Ziling said, walked towards Chen Jiahai again, and lifted him up directly.

The feeling of suffocation hit again, and the fear that had just disappeared permeated my heart again.

"Chen Jiahai, you have to understand that this is something you did wrong. We are here to ask for compensation. Of course, you can refuse!" After Luo Ziling said these words, he smiled and said to the excited Yang Qingye beside him: " Qing Ye, you are also a victim of this matter, if he refuses to make compensation, I believe you will have an idea, and now you can tell Young Master Chen what you think."

"Brother-in-law, why don't we treat him in the same way as others?" When Yang Qingye said the following sentence, he looked a little murderous, "The young master of the Chen family dares to treat our Yang family like this, believe me No one in the Yang family will accept it."

Chen Jiahai couldn't speak, so he could only nod his head desperately, and Luo Ziling put him down.

"Master Chen, are you going to regret it after putting you down?" Yang Qingye stepped forward, holding Chen Jiahai's arm, and said with a "gentle" smile, "Actually, I like it quite a lot." It was so cool to see my brother-in-law lift you up like a chicken. I thought, if he gets angry and uses a little more force with the hand that pinches your neck, your neck will be broken."

Chen Jiahai didn't answer, but gasped heavily, the feeling of suffocation just now made his whole head dizzy.

At this time, there was a noise at the door, and it seemed that many people had come. Then Yang Xiaodong poked his head in, and asked the three people inside: "You three, a lot of policemen are here, do you want to let them in?"

"Let them in quickly," Ding Zhaohui, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, quickly struggled up, as excited as seeing a savior coming. After struggling up, he quickly ran towards the door of the box, "Lao Li, come in quickly." .”

After Yang Xiaodong saw Luo Ziling's eyes signaling,

He didn't make things difficult for the police either, and let them in.

A group of policemen quickly rushed into the box, immediately took advantage of the position, and surrounded several people inside in a semi-surrounding formation.

Bai Meigui, who was originally hiding in the corner, quickly ran aside when she saw the police coming in, and hid behind the police.

The policeman who led the team stepped forward immediately after hearing what Ding Zhaohui said, but when he saw the few people present, his expression changed immediately.

The police officer who led the team was the deputy director of the sub-bureau, and he had a good relationship with Yang Yunlin, and he could even be said to be the person Yang Yunlin personally instructed.

Although he had never been to Yang's house, he had seen photos of Yang Yunlin's son and daughter and learned about them.

So after seeing Yang Qingye, he immediately recognized that this was Yang Yunlin's son.

He also knew another young man who was the young master of the Chen family.

He had dealt with Chen Jiahai once, a dispute occurred in their jurisdiction, he was a police officer, and Chen Jiahai was involved in the case, and in that not-so-big dispute, he knew that this was Chen Jiahai, who made people talk about it. The young master of the family.

He didn't know Luo Ziling, but Yang Qingye and him were obviously comrades-in-arms on the same front. After a simple look, he understood the situation. It was Yang Qingye and Chen Jiahai who had a dispute, and it seemed that Chen Jiahai's side had suffered.

He and Ding Zhaohui were colleagues, but as the deputy director, he didn't dare to offend the young master Ding Zhaohui easily. No matter what Ding Zhaohui did, he would ignore it.

Compared with Yang Qingye and Chen Jiahai, Ding Zhaohui's weight is a little bit worse, at least in the eyes of the deputy chief surnamed Li.

Therefore, instead of listening to Ding Zhaohui's request and taking Luo Ziling and Yang Qingye away, he ordered the other police officers to put away their weapons.

"A few young and old, why are there disputes?" The deputy director surnamed Li tried his best to maintain his majesty, and walked in front of several people in a businesslike manner, "I think that we are all friends, and it is not okay to argue a few words." What a big deal..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an angry Chen Jiahai: "Who called the police?"

For a young man like Chen Jiahai who caused trouble outside, or someone else provoked him, it could be said that no matter what happened, he would never think of calling the police. He believed that the people around him would not think of calling the police, so he immediately turned his attention to Ding Zhaohui: "Did you call the police?"

"Yes," Ding Zhaohui did not deny, "They dared to come here to make trouble, so I called the police and let my colleagues handle it."

Chen Jiahai glared at Ding Zhaohui, then waved his hands angrily: "We are just private matters, you guys go!"

If the matter between them can be resolved through the police, it would be too funny.

Therefore, although Chen Jiahai suffered a disadvantage in the contest with Luo Ziling and Yang Qingye, he still did not want the police to intervene.

If the fight between the rich and the young is to be resolved by the police, it will also tarnish their reputation.

"Let's go," Yang Qingye said impatiently, "We're just playing together and learning about martial arts. You don't need the police to intervene."

"Well, since the elders and younger ones just had a dispute and we can resolve it by ourselves, then we won't bother you," the deputy director surnamed Li said, beckoning to other colleagues and leading them away.

A group of policemen didn't know what happened, but their leader ordered them to leave.

When walking out of the "Yebei" bar, a deputy captain of the public security brigade approached Deputy Chief Li and asked in a low voice, "Director Li, who are these people? Why are you so arrogant and directly asked us not to intervene."

"They are all people who cannot be messed with. They are the second generation ancestors," Deputy Director Li pointed to the sky. "If a group of second generation ancestors quarrel, if we get involved, we may be turned into scum by them. If they don't let us intervene Best outcome, or disaster for us."

"Then why did they call the police?" The deputy captain was still puzzled.

"It should be Ding Zhaohui who reported to the police in private. He thought he was a police officer and could solve this matter through the police." Deputy Director Li curled his lips in disdain. "Although his status is extraordinary, compared with the other young and old , that's a little worse."

"So that's how it is," the deputy captain who probably knew Ding Zhaohui's identity suddenly realized.

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