The oncoming wind is strong.

Yang Ming's body tensed instantly.

Wing Chun thoughts?

Yang Ming saw the middle-aged man's punching path.

No, this is not an authentic Wing Chun, it is a heavy punch with a little Wing Chun small thoughts.

Free Fighting!

What does he want to do?

Kill somebody to do away with a witness?

After countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, Yang Ming's body instinctively reacted.

The torso is shifted sideways, and the neck is shifted horizontally.

Damn it!

Although I knew how to dodge, my body's functional response was nowhere near as fast as I wanted.

This is like Wang Yuyan, the fairy sister in Jin Yong's martial arts, she is familiar with the world's martial arts, but she has no hands to tie the chicken.

In other words, it's a strong king!

The achievements of the martial arts master have brought Yang Ming the exquisite martial arts of the ancient kingdom, but the body is not yet able to keep up.

It's okay to deal with a guy like Huang Mao, but the one on the other side is obviously a real king, stronger than a knife!

So....

Damn it!

Come on!

Faster!

I didn't think I was such a weak chicken before.,Why...

Now Yang Ming understands that the so-called Yang madman he used to fight is a joke when he meets a real master.

Seeing that fist getting bigger and bigger from point to face, it was about to cover his face.

This fist hit, not dead is also a serious concussion, and breaking the bridge of the nose is the lightest.

Damn it.

Almost, just a little.

Come on!

Yang Ming gritted his teeth.

Airplanes!

With all his strength, Yang Ming only felt a buzz in his ears, and then the whole world was quiet.

Boom....

Yang Ming swallowed his saliva, looking at the fist less than a centimeter away from his face, the entire vest was soaked.

The man didn't smash it and stopped.

Raising his head suddenly, Yang Ming looked at the middle-aged man viciously: "Are you fooling me?" "

The reaction is good, and he does have the ability to subdue Chen Xing~" The middle-aged man didn't seem to see Yang Ming's hateful gaze, and smiled lightly.

Yang Ming didn't understand what was going on for a while: "What do you mean?"

"It means that the situation is basically clear, we will not let go of a bad person, but we will not wronged a good person, you are innocent so you can go."

"Uh..."

"Don't understand?" The middle-aged man looked at Yang Ming and continued: "Your friend Chen Biao brought the listening device found in the box of Longfeng Pavilion in Dream Paris, which has Chen Xing's fingerprints on it, and his transcript also confirmed that the situation at that time was basically the same as what you said in your transcript, plus we have investigated your social relations, and confirmed that you and Chen Xing did not have any intersection before, so it was concluded that he was a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry to frame you and trying to pull an innocent person into the water~

" "What about Xia Sizhe?" Yang Ming said coldly.

"Righteous and courageous, too frightened, I was taken back by my family to rest twenty minutes ago

~" "Hehe~" Yang Ming smiled.

The real criminals were treated as heroes, and the real heroes were interrogated in the interrogation room for more than an hour.

"This director, this is what you said that you will not wronged a good person and will not let go of a bad person?"

The middle-aged man was silent.

With his old spiciness, it is impossible not to see that Chen Xing is just an unlucky scapegoat.

However, the victim's written confession did not point to Xia Sizhe, and the complete chain of evidence made him powerless.

This is the sorrow of procedural justice.

"Looks like you know!" Yang Ming scoffed.

The middle-aged man's eyes burned slightly: "You have to believe that justice may be late, but it will never be absent!"

"What's the use of justice delayed? The murderer is ambushed, can the dead victim be resurrected? When the rapist is tried, the wounds in the victim's heart can be healed? If justice does not arrive at the first moment, what is the difference between being ruined and being absent for those who are ruined? The

man was speechless.

I have been a police officer for many years and have worked diligently, but every time I think of this, I still feel sad.

What Yang Ming said is irrefutable.

"My name is Gong Zhiyong, deputy director of the Hudu City Public Security Bureau, this is my phone, if you encounter any danger in the future, you can call me directly~"

Call him directly?

The deputy bureau of the city bureau, it has to be a deputy department.

Such a big person, easy to give me the phone?

Yang Ming was stunned.

I understand what at once.

"I said, I'm a civilian dick, how can I make a director deign to come forward, it seems that someone has greeted you? If it weren't for this person, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get out of here so soon today, right? "

Who could it be?

It should be Biaozi, Yang Ming himself did not use the resources of Angel Pharmaceutical and Tiffany, so it can only be the relationship that Biaozi is looking for at the moment.

After half a year of operation, with the resources that Yang Ming smashed on Biaozi, it is not surprising that he can talk to a police chief.

Gong Zhiyong heard the mockery in Yang Ming's tone, but as the youngest third-in-command in the political and legal system of Shanghai, he was not angry at all.

even smiled disappreciatively: "There is indeed someone waiting for you outside~"

Sure enough.

"Thank you~" Although he was quite disdainful, Yang Ming still took the call.

He is not stupid, and he still understands the truth of reaching out and not hitting smiling people.

What's more, people can be regarded as helping themselves.

Looking at Yang Ming's back when he went out, Gong Zhiyong said in a low voice: "When did Lao Lu accept such a prickly student again, and even that woman came to greet him in person..."

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