Subtitle of this chapter: Slap his face!

"Do you think this place is a fraternity?"

John McCall immediately retorted: "Sir, it makes you unhappy. We two college students are really sorry. But can't I chat with my client?"

"To be honest, it's okay if the sandwich is so bad, but this thing is not much delicious." He picked up the freshly cooked coffee on the table and frowned and smelled it, "But even coffee is so bad. I really don't know if it's coffee or mud water?"

The third generation of rich people put on an annoying attitude that is unique to the N generations and said: "Nypd is abuse of criminals and... are you?"

In fact, this little fat man is not only lacking some talent in picking up girls, but he is still very smart, otherwise he would not have obtained a lawyer license in New York State.

He fully understood what Yuan Yanshu meant, so he acted like this deliberately provocative.

"You said right, Neo... Neo?!"

But our Master Yuan was stunned and said nothing.

The lawyer, who finally found something wrong with him, asked anxiously: "Neo, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Yuan Yan suddenly turned her head and looked at him dumbly, with meaningless murmurs in her mouth.

"Neo, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Master Yuan suddenly pinched his throat and showed an extremely painful expression on his face.

"Neo, Neo, don't scare me!"

Just when John was at a loss, his client's eyes turned pale and he looked like he was about to burp.

"Neo...you're choking?!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

The Chinese, whose faces were purple, nodded repeatedly with their only remaining consciousness.

"Neo, open your mouth!"

"Slow down..."

John was really scared, and even Agent Aiden didn't care. He picked up the cup on the table and poured the coffee inside into Yuan Yanshu's mouth...

A cup of hot and hot coffee!

"Brother Leo, why did you ask federal agents to try that case? Are you nypd unavailable?"

"Donald, this case may not be as simple as you think, so it's better to be cautious."

"My Director, aren't your pressure on you and me these days too much? If you are more cautious, don't do it, you, the Director, and I, the District Attorney."

"Donald, don't you know about this chinaman's grand deeds at Nyu this morning?"

"This... I've read the morning newspaper too. It's just a chinaman with some money."

"Donald, it's not easy to deal with a chinaman who can donate half a million dollars at once."

"I understand, so you asked the federal agent to interrogate him. Hahaha, I really want to learn more from you, brother..."

While Prosecutor Donald Ramsey and Director Leo Hill were drinking and chatting in the conference room, a nypd rushed in without even knocking on the door.

He only heard him panting, "No, no..."

The two stood up in surprise and asked in unison: "What's wrong?"

"That chinaman..."

"What's wrong with that chimaman?!"

"Will that chimaman confess?" A reporter who was waiting for news in front of the police station was smoking bored and asked his colleagues around him casually.

The colleague holding the camera had already seen Master Yuan’s style this morning. He slowly shook his head and said, “That china… well, chinese is not as simple as you think.”

The guy who smoked was quite angry and said disrespectfully: "Are you just two yellow people with bad money? What's so great about it!"

"Two bad money? Haha." The photographer glanced at him and said, "That's 500,000 US dollars! You and I may not be able to make that much money in our lives."

"But..." Thinking of the number of $500,000, the man was speechless and had to mutter, "It's just a chinaman..."

"Dudu!"

At this moment, the sound of car horns sounded in front of the police station, and several small cars drove in at the same time.

"Oh, Mr. Stephen, the big reporter of the New York Times, is here too."

"It's natural for him to appear in such a big case... Look, isn't that Mr. Pulitzer, editor-in-chief of Le Monde? I didn't expect that even he came in person. This is a bit strange."

"Yes, does a press conference require him to be present in person? There must be something strange about it!"

Not to mention that these two young reporters felt strange, even the big reporter from the New York Times was surprised.

He took off his hat and greeted, "Mr. Pulitzer, why have you come in person?"

The editor-in-chief of Le Monde called out and said, "Mr. Stephen, I haven't attended the press conference for a long time, so let's feel the atmosphere."

And those who can become the New York Times reporter are also smart. He immediately realized that this old guy was lying. Was this press conference important to attend in person by Le Monde?

Did the other party have any information we don’t know?

Just as Mr. Stephen was thinking about how to talk from Mr. Pulitzer, a young reporter rushed over panting and pointed behind him and shouted, "Back Door!"

back door?

The reporters present immediately reacted and rushed towards the back door of the Metropolitan Police Station. Even Mr. Pulitzer, his daughter, and Mr. Stephen were no exception.

When these reporters arrived, they happened to see a few casual men rushing out of the building, and there was a wounded man among them.

This wounded man is our Master Yuan. He was originally a handsome guy, and he was the kind of creamy boy that was popular in both the East and the West at that time. He would definitely become a male god.

Otherwise, how could there be the saying "Wang Zhou, Jiang, Zhang Mei, are not as good as the little Yuan of Jiang Zuo" in the future?

But Yuan Yanshu himself disliked this sentence very much. A traitor who had a brain in his mind, a waste of firewood who had a brain in his mind, and a performer who was just a performer. Can these three be compared with him?

As for military killing fist and Chuanlin Beile, of course, you can still make it a little bit better. (Note 1)

But now this creamy male god is almost familiar with it!

Well, it was actually a burn in the mouth. His mouth was similar to a pig's mouth, red and swollen. The organ that was crucial to him... Well, one of the two was even more severely affected, and he couldn't stop talking about it.

In addition to the scalds, the dying Master Yuan kept flowing out of his mouth. This was the result of his accidentally biting his tongue.

So in the eyes of everyone outside the police station, this Chinese man seemed to have suffered torture!

Mr. Pulitzer, who was running out of breath, looked at his daughter who was fiddling with the camera in a panic and shouted loudly: "Photo his face!"

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Chapter completed!