Violators Club

Chapter 65 I Believe Too

Chapter 65
March NO.13, Sunday, the Dragon Head Festival on the second day of February in the lunar calendar.

The sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear. I don’t know if it’s because of the festival. Today’s Xiangjiang ushered in a rare good weather.

But looking at the bright sun outside, Gandhi, who was dressed in a prison uniform, frowned.

His face was gloomy, and there was a gloomy look between his brows, which made people feel inexplicably depressed after seeing him.

"Drip drip!"

Accompanied by the beeping sound of the electronic door, two policemen walked in in the corridor outside the prison.

One of them Chen Changqing knew was the middle-aged policeman who sent him out of prison. Next to him was a handsome young apprentice in his twenties with a sunny smile on his face, looking at Gandhi who was still sitting in the cell. .

The middle-aged policeman took out his baton and knocked on the iron fence:

"Gandhi, come out, your lawyer is coming for you."

But Gandhi didn't get up, he stared at the sun outside the window, his eyes flickered under his gloomy expression.

Dissatisfaction flashed in the eyes of the young apprentice next to him. Although he didn't have much time as a prison guard, he understood that he was a policeman and Gandhi was a criminal, but it was the first time he had seen such an arrogant criminal.

Seeing that the little apprentice was about to attack, the middle-aged policeman patted the little apprentice on the shoulder.

He shook his head, signaling the other party to calm down.

After about a minute or so, Gandhi looked away from the window, and he got up and patted the prison uniform.

Looking at the closed prison door, he couldn't help but frown:
"Why are you still standing there? Open the door!"

The little apprentice frowned, his eyes flashed with anger, but the middle-aged policeman opened the cell door first.

Getting up and coming out, Gandhi stepped past the middle-aged policeman.

And when he saw the eyes of the little apprentice glaring at him, Gandhi didn't even think about it, and slapped him backhand:

"Bang!" With a sound, the little policeman was staggered by the slap, and a red mark appeared on half of his face soon.

Subconsciously, he was about to pull out the baton at his waist, but was stopped by the middle-aged policeman.

This made Gandhi couldn't help flashing a sneer, and looked at the other party contemptuously: "Do you have any eyesight, and you are a poor man at such a young age? Be careful that you will be worthless like him for the rest of your life."

After saying this, Gandhi walked out arrogantly.

That gesture seemed to say that he was the master of the prison, while the middle-aged policeman and the young apprentice were just two watchdogs.

Looking at the back of Gandhi leaving, the little apprentice covered his face, gnashing his teeth, with anger and puzzlement in his eyes:

"Master, why did you stop me just now? He has already been arrested."

The middle-aged policeman shook his head. Unlike the young man who is not afraid of tigers, he has experienced the hardships and vicissitudes of life, and his eyes are full of complexity:

"Yes, Gandhi was arrested, but that doesn't mean he's dead. Although you're not married, don't forget your family."

The little apprentice twisted his neck and subconsciously shouted:
"He dares!"

And looking at the stubborn little apprentice flickering between his brows, the middle-aged policeman seemed to see himself when he was young.

This made him sigh:
"Why didn't he dare? You must know that there is something in this world that they look like people, but their hearts are worse than animals."

The little apprentice was very angry, but didn't the middle-aged policeman feel angry?
He did too, but the question is who was Gandhi?

He is a well-known club leader in Xiangjiang, but unlike those big figures reported in the newspapers, every piece of money in Gandhi's hands was stained with blood, and all his wealth accumulation was obtained by squeezing ordinary people.

Even worse, his money was obtained by selling those addictive contraband.

To put it bluntly, people like Gandhi deserve to die. It is because of his cancer that Xiangjiang has so many families ruined and their wives separated, so they choose to end their lives.

Just like what the middle-aged policeman said, some things look like people, but they have long since turned into animals.

Humans have a bottom line and a conscience, but these beasts have no bottom line and no conscience.

When I was young, middle-aged policemen also went to the front line.

He has seen those who were forced to deliver goods, packages as big as eggs insisted on swallowing them, and beat them if they couldn't swallow them, so that you had to swallow them all.

There are even more cruel ones, stuffing the goods directly into the back door.

The middle-aged policeman saw these people, the back door was cracked, and he was crying and stuffing it inside.

What is even worse are these policemen who chopped off your fingers, blinded your eyes, smashed your teeth, and tortured you so that you are not human.

The little apprentice is still young, so he doesn't understand the cruelty and sinisterness of society, and how cruel the methods of these beasts are.

But the middle-aged policeman understood, so he had to drag the little apprentice, because he didn't want Xiangjiang to lose one good person who didn't have many.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged policeman, although the little apprentice didn't understand very well, his eyes were flickering unwillingly:

"Is there really nothing to do with these bastards?"

The middle-aged policeman shook his head. Unlike the vicissitudes of the previous years and sufferings, his eyes were shining at this moment:
"There will be a way. It will be [-] soon. When the ghosts are gone, do you believe that Xiangjiang will be at peace?"

The little apprentice nodded. In fact, he didn't understand why he had to wait until [-], and he didn't understand why everything would be better after the ghost left, but he believed in the master, so he nodded heavily:

"Well, I believe it!"

Seeing the little apprentice's half-understanding look, the middle-aged policeman couldn't help but smile, and he rubbed the little apprentice's head.

Under the vicissitudes of life, his eyes flickered:
"I believe it too."

On the other side, the Tsim Sha Tsui Labor Camp.

Although he was wearing a prison uniform, looking at Gandhi's arrogant appearance, he felt that he was not a prisoner, but an emperor who was the only one respected by me.

Although the other policemen were angry, they had nothing to do with Gandhi.

It is now 94, and those ghosts are sitting on top of the police.

A raging soldier, a raging nest, the ghosts don't care about the life and death of Xiangjiang people at all, as long as the money is delivered, even if they kill the police in the street, the ghosts will just turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye.

After all, they will leave in three years. Anyway, this place will not belong to them in the future, so why care about Xiangjiang's future development?
This is why the middle-aged policemen kept saying that they had to wait for [-].

Because Xiangjiang returned after [-], the ghosts didn't treat them as human beings, but the motherland always missed them wanderers who left home.

Of course, as far as Xiangjiang was concerned in [-]?

Although Gandhi's current behavior is arrogant, everyone really has nothing to do with him.

In this way, under the ugly face of the police, Gandhi walked into the interrogation room arrogantly.

However, the person sitting in the interrogation room was not a lawyer in a suit and leather collar, but a fat and strong social man with a full face and a tattoo on his neck. The moment he saw Gandhi enter the door.

Brother Social quickly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over:

"Brother, smoke!"

Taking the cigarette, Gandhi took a deep drag.

He has been locked in the cell for two days since he was caught.

Although he applied to find a lawyer as soon as he came, but this group of damned poor guys insisted on delaying until now.

As for this social person with tattoos in front of him?
He is really a lawyer, but the lawyer's license is bought.

But it was precisely because he had a lawyer's license that he was able to get in touch with Gandhi at this time.

With a puff of green smoke spraying from his nostrils, Gandhi flicked the ash and spit at the camera:
"Aaron, how are you brothers?"

Although Gandhi was arrested and the police set up many obstacles, this does not mean that he will become deaf and blind.

Through the inmates' messaging, Gandhi was well aware of what was happening outside.

He knew that apart from himself, the police had also caught a lot of young men this time.

And following Gandhi's inquiry, Aaron lit a cigarette for himself, with helplessness on his fleshy face:

"It's okay, although some of them were arrested, but I have hired a lawyer for them."

Gan nodded, very satisfied with Aaron's approach:

"Well, I have given me all the money that should be given, and told them that when the matter is over, I owe them a favor from Gandhi."

Aaron patted his chest, and after getting Gandhi's accurate answer, his eyes became a little more relaxed:

"Understood the boss, I will take care of this matter."

Xiangjiang's lawyer fees are very expensive, and this time is a big move by the poor, so the same price can't afford a lawyer. It is conservatively estimated that the lawyer's fee will be several million this time, and it may not be possible to convince everyone. rescued.

This is also what Aaron was worried about before.

But in Gandhi's view?
Let alone a few million, even if it is tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars, if he can really get himself through this hurdle, he will never be stingy with the money.

As long as things can be settled with money, in Gandhi's view, they are not things.

He doesn't care about how much money he spends at all now. What he is really afraid of is that things are so serious that money can no longer settle them.

But as the boss, Gandhi wouldn't tell such things as Aaron, but after a short thought?
Gandhi took a deep breath, his eyes were a little more serious:
"Have they contacted Guohua? What do these three say?"

(End of this chapter)