A hunched figure was projected under the dim lights of Yunmiao Street. He squatted on the ground and rubbed it for a while. After a few wisps of smoke drifted away, the man lies down comfortably against the wall, enjoying all this.

Suddenly, a person rushed over from the "Huang Ji" food stall, kicked the guy who was lying down a few times, and then grabbed his collar and slapped him four times in the face.

"Don't...don't beat it, Feng...feng SIR." The man who was beaten said with a look of horror.

Feng Ziming's face was ashen and strict as he was shining with the moonlight, and he looked extremely ferocious: "Marijuana is done, I told you that if you let me know if you touch this thing, I will ruin you. Do you have no ears in the fuck or do you just say nothing?"

Feng Ziming said that, holding his hair and hit the wall violently. Macao Cheng suddenly fainted. Without saying a word, Old Feng pressed Macao Cheng's head into a pool of mud and water. Sheng choked him to wake him up.

"Feng...Feng SIR, listen to me," Maca Cheng coughed repeatedly, "I...I was wrong, I ban...I can't resist the temptation. The fat corpse was driving PaRTY in the venue. He... His wife gave him a baby today... His son, when he was happy, he gave him some medicine for everyone. I... I was just going to ask for alcohol, but it was rare to meet the fat corpse once. Don't be useless, so..."

The more Lao Feng heard it, he became more angry. He slapped the marijuana in the face and said angrily: "Are you stupid to drink Meisha? Fuck, how much is left? I'll hand it over to me?"

"No more, all... all... Feng SIR, don't beat him..." Ma Cheng quickly protected his face, took out a transparent small bag from his socks, and handed it over with an expression of extreme regret.

"Hmph! The fat corpse is so generous." Feng Ziming said, then shook the remaining white powder from the small bag into the mud. He wanted to say it but dared not say it, and his face was full of pain and wanted to commit suicide.

"Who else is there in the fat corpse?"

"White pink is strong, fellow Taoist, psychedelic..."

"Are you fucking me?" Old Feng kicked me a few more times, "I'm asking who is here at Xiaochi's house, and I didn't ask you addicts."

"It's gone... it's not here," said Ma Cheng, holding his head, "Today is a regular meeting, and almost everyone goes to the meeting with their boss. The fat corpse took a leave because his wife gave birth to a son, and there were not many elder brothers in the venue, so... just white powder is stronger than us... a few mud."

"You know you're a mud," Feng Ziming said coldly, "It's useless to be so fucked and you're useless."

Lao Feng said as he walked away with his hair made of marijuana.

All of this was seen by Mr. Hong, who had just arrived. Seeing that Feng Ziming was about to leave, Old Huang hurriedly asked him: "Don't you call him?"

"What are you calling him?" Mr. Hong smiled, "He didn't give you late-night snack money?"

Lao Huang shook his head: "No, he only made it up for marijuana after giving the money, but Lao Hong..."

"Forget it," Mr. Hong sighed at Feng Ziming's back that had already walked away, "He has always been a policeman."

"That's right," Lao Huang nodded and smiled bitterly, "I'm still a good policeman who hates evil."

"You will notify me if he comes another day. Forget it today, I'll leave first." Mr. Hong patted Lao Huang on the shoulder and staggered away with crutches.

...

Mama Cheng was Feng Ziming's former informant and an addict. Feng Ziming tried every means to pay and help him quit drugs, but this guy seemed to be unable to support him and relapse again and again. If it weren't for the fact that Mama Cheng had a mother in his family who needed him and his wife who was a waiter in the tea restaurant, Old Feng really planned to destroy him directly, so as not to stay in the world and waste food.

Feng Ziming mentioned marijuana to the "Three Friends" mahjong hall, called someone over and said, "Silly Biao, do me a favor, and also help me watch this guy while watching the venue. If you can't do it, take him to drink the beautiful sand body. I'll leave it to you. You'd better watch it for me. If he gets stuck in that thing again, you'll give it to me..."

"Okay, okay, no problem. I will do what Feng SIR told me," Sha Biao glared at Masato hard, "You bastard, if you weren't for Feng SIR's sake, I would have chopped you up, so as not to get in my eyes."

"Okay, okay," Feng Ziming stuffed some money to Sha Biao, "Stay good at it, I'll leave first. By the way, why didn't you go to the fat corpse's place today?"

"Feng SIR, you don't know that I'm not right with him," Sha Biao said disdainfully, "I can't stand it."

"He does something bad?" Feng Ziming smiled, "You don't pretend to be decent with me here. The things you did are not necessarily better, that's it."

Fat corpse, Shabiao and his men made a living in the Yunmiao Street area. There are countless small characters like them in the Bauhinia Market. If they are caught, the prison is not enough for them to squat. However, according to the principle of "biological chain", what should be caught should be caught. Although the remaining ones after the survival of the fittest are not good birds, they are still thousands of times better than the vicious people they have caught. What's more, this balance cannot be broken in the Bauhinia Market. Police like Feng Ziming have to contribute to reducing its disadvantages. It is good to be calm and quiet. It is obvious that they are spreading medicine like Fat corpse, and they have to help him scratch it, and ask for some information.

The music in the fat corpse was noisy and smoky. It was a happy event for my wife to have a son, but these guys were like a psychedelic party. Men and women hugged each other and were rubbed under the dim light. There were many people with HIGH-to-top standing at a high place and screaming loudly, making a flirting posture.

Feng Ziming went straight to the DJ station without saying a word. After the music was turned off, all the headlights were turned on.

Everyone was stunned and their eyes shot at the DJ station. Feng Ziming shouted: "The policeman is standing on the left, the woman is standing on the right, and the woman is standing on the middle of me, and take out his ID card."

When the fat corpse saw that it was Feng Ziming, he walked over with a flattering smile: "It turned out to be Feng SIR. I didn't expect you to know that my wife gave birth to a son. This... was a surprise, just kidding, haha, it's okay, everyone keep dancing, Feng SIR is his own person."

DJ was about to turn off the lights and push the music, but Feng Ziming pointed and shouted, "You dare!"

Old Feng was very majestic when he drank, and DJ was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to do. Feng Ziming pushed the fat corpse and said, "Who the hell are you with? I didn't hear what I said, right? If you are not a woman, just stand on the left and take out your ID card."
Chapter completed!