Leng Feng put his hands on his thighs and sat calmly on the bench, saying: "I heard that a few cart drivers were fished out of Longxugou a while ago? Do you know what happened?"

A dark and skinny coachman heard this: "Hey, you are talking about this, huh? Police officer, you...are an officer, right? Don't you know more than us in this police station?"

A man next to him with a pockmarked face said: "What are you talking about? The policeman asked you because he thinks highly of you. This matter belongs to the Inspector Wang of that area. You also know that this area has its own rules and everyone has his own secrets."

Tucked in, this policeman is not from that area, I don’t know, it’s common, that’s what happened, please listen to me.”

The pock-marked man started to say: "A while ago, some rickshaw pullers from Tonghe Car Dealer hadn't seen anyone for several days, so they never handed over their car quotas. Then Boss Dong became anxious.

I went to find a coachman at his house, and asked, "Hey, do you think there is something evil? These people haven't gone home yet, and the house is almost in trouble. Boss Dong stamped his foot, it's bad, and he went to the police station to report the case."

"

Leng Feng: "Then what?"

"Boss Dong, why does he care where the cart pullers have gone? Ordinarily he is too lazy to care, but don't forget, the cart is gone. This cart costs about a hundred yuan at least.

, three or four cars were suddenly missing, isn’t this equivalent to poaching Boss Dong’s flesh? However, a few days later, the leader of the Sanhe Gang visited Boss Dong in person, and then it was strange. Hey, Boss Dong came again.

I didn’t pursue the whereabouts of this car, and Boss Dong didn’t even look for it. A few stinky truck pullers, and those gangsters at the police station can still... Uh, bah, look at my mouth." He slapped his pockmarked face.

I slapped myself twice, but since I didn’t slap myself, I guess the policeman opposite me would have to give me a few slaps on my ears.

Leng Feng caught a few sensitive words, Sanhe Gang, and frowned: "Why, Sanhe Gang is still involved in this matter? What does the Sanhe Gang have to do if the car is gone? Even if it offends a few cart pullers

"Long Ye, who was involved in the Sanhe Gang, was silenced, and he didn't have to pay for three rides." Leng Feng was actually asking about people's lives on the surface, but he actually wanted to know what role the Sanhe Gang played in this matter.

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The dark and thin coachman and the pockmarked coachman looked at each other, expressing that they didn't know much about what was going on.

The middle-aged coachman drank the last mouthful of braised pork, licked the edge of the bowl with his tongue, put down the bowl with satisfaction, and then started to interject: "Police officer, let me tell you, let alone the coachmen pulling the cart.

Even if you pull out all the rickshaw drivers in Beiping City and stack them up, it won't be worth the cost of those four trucks. So you are right, Mr. Long from the Sanhe Gang is definitely not here for a few lives, but the Sanhe Gang

We are very close to the Japanese. Not to mention anything else, there are a few Japanese businessmen living in Coal Alley. Mr. Long goes there from time to time. Of course, he has nothing else to do. Today he is holding a vase and tomorrow he is holding a painting.

Box, Japanese people like Chinese antiques, and Mr. Long often goes there with things in his arms."

Leng Feng sneered: "It seems that this Lord Long is a traitor."

"Hey, policeman, what you said is wrong. I heard that Mr. Long often sells fake goods to the Japanese as genuine goods. The Japanese people's money is not earned in vain."

It seems that this Mr. Long is quite smart, but the Japanese are not fools, and they don’t care much about it. Either the gifts are fake and the farewells are genuine, so they don’t care about the authenticity of the things, or Mr. Long still has value for use.

Even if Mr. Long gets a little advantage, it will satisfy him for the time being, or, hum, this is a rumor that Mr. Long deliberately unleashes for his own reputation, to block the mouths of the people, and the authenticity of the things, little Japan, let others identify them.

, and there are also Long Ye’s good fruits to eat?

Thinking of this, he had an idea about the situation of the Sanhe Gang represented by Mr. Long, so he weighed the few pieces of ocean in his hand and said, "Take it."

"Thank you, policeman, please take your time." Several cart drivers said happily, but they took the money and drove the cart away as if they were afraid that Leng Feng would regret it.

While Leng Feng was thinking, a big red face appeared in front of him, and the smell of alcohol came out of the other person's mouth.

"Pfft" Leng Feng subconsciously ducked back, waved his hand to dispel the smell of alcohol, and looked up, "Hey, who is this?"

Looking down, I saw a few white bars on my arms, oh, Inspector.

"Hey, Deputy Director Leng, are you taking a break?" The man in front of him was hunched over like a shrimp, and even a blind man could see the flattery on his face.

"I came to the overpass to see the excitement, who are you?" Leng Feng gestured, and the sweet potato seller next to him immediately took out a perfectly roasted sweet potato from the stove and brought it over. Of course, Leng Feng paid for it.

, the inspector immediately scolded: "What are you doing! It's shameless, isn't it? How dare you take Deputy Director Leng's money?!"

The sweet potato seller immediately put the money in front of Leng Feng. Leng Feng glanced at the money and then at him: "Why, is my money hot or dirty? Why can't I get it?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant. You came to my jurisdiction to give me face. Where can I get you to pay for it? I'll give it to you." He said and gave the money to the sweet potato seller. The sweet potato seller's hands started to move.

I was shaking and sweating on my forehead.

Leng Feng: "You haven't said anything yet, who are you?"

"I, Wang Debiao, am Director Wang's distant cousin. Hey, Deputy Director Leng is well known. I heard that you are coming to Tianqiao, so I came over to see if there is anything I can do to help you. If you want to go around, I will accompany you.

"Nagging" Wang Debiao smiled flatteringly.

It turns out that he is a relative of Wang Fugui. No wonder he caught the inspector of Tianqiao. Since he is a relative of Wang Fugui, maybe he can trick him if he has something to say.

"Oh, Inspector Wang, I've heard that it just so happens that I'm so bored alone that I haven't been to the overpass for many years. Inspector Wang, please accompany me for a walk?"

"Are you going?" Wang Debiao made a gesture of invitation.

After Leng Feng and Wang Debiao left, the sweet potato seller wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Oh my God, the sun is really shining in the west today."

The stew seller said: "No, you can go all over the bridge to ask who can get Wang Debiao's money? Okay, brother, please pay attention, this Wang Debiao can't offend the man just now, but he can offend us."

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Leng Feng: "I heard that the Sanhe Gang doesn't have a large sphere of influence. How can it enjoy so much power?"

Wang Debiao: "Hey, although the Sanhe Gang's Long Ye's territory is not big, who calls them cattle? If nothing else, they eat as much as they can in the Eighth Building. No one dares to take money from Long Ye. So they are named

If your son is not in your favor, Mr. Long, I will smash it for you that night. There is nothing I can do, I have the support of the Japanese."

"What? Inspector Wang even knows this?" Leng Feng pointed to the tea stall in front, meaning he was talking while drinking.

Wang Debiao saw that he could strike up a conversation, why didn't he hurry up? "My Director Leng, in the past two years, the Japanese have become more and more arrogant year by year. Don't look at me as a patrol commander on this three-acre land.

To put it bluntly, if the Japanese come here and give me a big mouth, I won’t even have the temper.”

Leng Feng frowned: "You rebelled against him? Dare you hit the inspector?"

Wang Debiao was startled, tugged on Leng Feng's clothes, pointed at the people in front of him and said: "Look, these are the people, what are they called... the Eight Langs? They are rogues. They carry a knife on their shoulder every day. Last time they did it."

Kill a thief. The Japanese consulate said that it has foreign affairs powers and won't let us touch it. They will judge it themselves. No, they will be released the next day. The man next to him is the ace thug of the Sanhe Gang, scarred head, his head
Chapter completed!