As soon as he entered, the man sat inside with a big golden knife, with his eyes wide open, and his legs were placed on the short footstool beside him, and his arm on one side was wrapped around the back of the chair. After hearing the movement, he turned his head and glanced at Leng Feng, his eyes stayed on Leng Feng's shoulder, and then a sarcastic sound came from his nose.

"The ancestors were descendants of the Taks, and they were distant relatives of Babel who killed himself. I don't know how many generations of the princes of Tongda County are. Perhaps it is not necessarily true orthodox. They moved to Peiping during the late Qing Dynasty, and they were also those princes who died and escaped. You come here to help with relatives and at least you are a prince, otherwise it will not be your turn to settle in the Forbidden City." Leng Feng replied with more exciting ridicule. For them, nothing can make them furious than questioning their "noble" bloodline.

Sure enough, the man jumped up from the chair: "Uncle! I think you are tired of living! Don't you kneel down for me! Come on! Take him down!"

"Damn" The Qiao family cursed very, very rarely, and looked at this person in amazement.

Pan Le thought that the Qiao family made the "dummy" that Leng Feng said because he saw this person and didn't know who Leng Feng was, but who knew it was not.

The Qiao family was just complaining: "Why did those people behind the scenes blind and chose this thing as the manager? Did the donkey kick their brains?"

"It's not the first time I've seen such a person, but I'm very curious. Why can't they accept their death early in the morning? Why can't the Spring and Autumn Dream wake up?" Leng Feng laughed in silence.

Pan Le looked at the man with his eyes slanted, and said to a personal guard next to him: "Go and wake him up."

"Okay!" The guard opened his mouth slightly, pressed his tongue against his lower lips, handed the gun to the person next to him, rolled up his sleeves with his hands, walked over step by step, and looked at the "prince" who was still crazy, and then shaved one by one, and only begged for mercy when the wife of the person who was sucking him was not aware of the wife: "Stop hitting, stop hitting, stop hitting", it seemed that he was awake.

Leng Feng walked over and said, "Who won you to open this processing factory in your backyard? Who will hand over the goods every time you process them? Every time you settle the accounts, you will use the bill of exchange for which bank you use. Write it down for me in a simplified manner. Otherwise, I will not guarantee your fate."

"Give him paper and pen." Pan Le turned around again. The guard who slapped the man's face and didn't care about his numb and swollen hands. He quickly brought paper and pen and placed it on an ordinary Eight Immortals table.

Qiao Jiacai stepped forward, blocked Pan Le, turned his head to look at Leng Feng: "I think the interrogation room of the Military Control Commission is more suitable for him. Our methods will make him spit out all the secrets."

Leng Feng smiled slightly, but he was not beautiful: "I believe your evil spirit."

Qiao Jiacai: "………” Why do you still speak dialect?

"Well, you are also from the Military Control Commission. Take them out first. I will handle it here." Qiao Jiacai wanted to chat with Leng Feng in private. Pan Le and his personal guard were a bit annoying.

Pan Le: "I believe in you a hammer!"

The Qiao family was in a mess: "………” is still a dialect from different places.

Leng Feng held Qiao Jiacai's shoulder with his hands: "Website Manager Qiao, if you are not easy to wade through, don't wade through, otherwise you will be the one who is unlucky."

"It's not okay if you don't go." The Qiao family had a unique expression, Leng Feng~ for a moment: "That's Boss Dai called Webmaster Qiao?"

Qiao Jiacai lowered his eyebrows: "Captain Leng, you are also from the Military Control Commission."

Leng Feng: "I won't touch me, but I will touch you. If I can't do it well, you are just a scapegoat. If I can't do it well... you can't do it well."

"Oh? Captain Leng is so confident, this is not here to go to Shanghai."

Leng Feng: "But this is China"

Qiao Jiacai: "What do you mean!"

Leng Feng: "The royal palace creates opium to harm the people. If this news breaks out, do you think you can still sit down when standing in this position?"

"You have no evidence." The Qiao family was very quick and took out a small handful of thunder in the palm of their hands from their sleeves. With a bang, the prince immediately returned to the underworld. He died without writing a single word.

Leng Feng didn't even look at this dead guy, but just stared at the Qiao family: "You made a fatal mistake, but it won't be fatal, but your career will have to wait at least ten years before you can get back on track."

"Let's go" Leng Feng smiled grimly, took Pan Le and his personal guards out of the room, and said before leaving: "Master Qiao, don't forget the catchphrase of our Military Control Commission."

The Qiao family was shocked and instantly understood what Leng Feng wanted to do, and that was a saying that often appeared in TV series, "Our Military Commission does not need evidence to arrest people!"

What Qiao Jiacai did just now was evidence that the Military Control Commission or some senior executives participated in the production and trafficking of opium and foreigners to collude for profit!

The incident happened very quickly. As soon as the next day, the newspapers on the street started to clamor, and the public was in an uproar. The people's habits were still more respectful to the bannermen. However, when they learned that some "noble people" had actually done such a careless act, the public opinion was once again boiling.

Lao K, who was far away in Shanghu, saw the news about Peking in Shanghu, and couldn't help but say: "This Leng Feng, as long as it has something to do with drug control, he is like a tiger!"

"Yes, with the cooperation of our comrades in Peking, we will definitely be able to catch all the drug nests in Peking in one go! But..." Old Xiao pondered.

Old K: "What's wrong?"

Lao Xiao frowned: "Peking is not as good as Shanghai. I am worried that if Leng Feng touches Lao Jiang's cake, it will be targeted, which will be unfavorable to his future."

Old K scratched his head: "This...we can't help much, either"

Lao Xiao: "No one can understand his thoughts. If you think about it carefully, he seems to be unable to get along with those foreigners."

Old K slapped the table: "Especially the Japanese! He must have seen the Japanese's wolf ambitions!"

Lao Xiao pointed at Lao K: "Hey! Lao K, what you said is really that way, it is the same as our route! He is really a special person."

"Old Xiao, Leng Feng came to the news and asked us to contact the news from Jinzhou to see if Puyi was doing something. Otherwise, people like Peking could not follow the Japanese so wholeheartedly and turn around." Old K was thinking.

Lao Xiao patted Lao K's hand: "Comrade Lao K, it's not that fast. Leng Feng sent a message yesterday. Let's report to the superiors again. After the contact is complete, it will take some time. Besides, you have to give the comrades from the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces some time to inquire."

"Bongbengbeng" rhythmic sound of knocking on the floor. Lao K and the others knew that it was the liaison officer who received the telegram and couldn't help but look at each other: "So quickly!"

When he saw the telegram, Lao Xiao and Lao K gasped. Lao K was almost speechless. He pointed at the telegram tremblingly and couldn't speak. Lao Xiao patted the bed board: "Leng Feng is right! They actually used poison money to buy weapons and equipment from the Japanese to the puppet Manchukuo puppet army, and even built an arsenal! The main target of the puppet army was the Anti-Japanese United Army!!"

Lao K: "I will tell the comrades in Peking that they will cooperate with Leng Feng to fully destroy those drug nests and cut off Puyi and the source of funds! Reduce the pressure on the comrades of the Anti-Japanese United Nations!"

Lao Xiao hated: "This group of traitors! They have a growing appetite and are thinking of completely replacing the Japanese Kwantung Army with the puppet army, and finally attacking back to Peiping, so that he can transform from the puppet Manchukuo emperor to the emperor of the Chinese Empire!"

"Go to his dream of spring and autumn!" Old K waved his hand suddenly, as if he wanted to slap those people through thousands of miles.

"But, how did Leng Feng guess so accurately?" Old Xiao noticed the abnormality. Leng Feng seemed to be too smart. (Leng Feng spread his hands: blame me?)

Old K's anger came to an abrupt end and turned around: "Uh...hasn't he always been so smart? Or are we too stupid?"

Old Xiao Moran: "Maybe they all"
Chapter completed!