Zhao Sanjin personally took off the blood scabs on his ass that Qin Wanrou and ye Zhimo hadn't uncovered just now, and then slowly walked to the hospital bed and put on his clothes.

"Officer Qin, why don't we go there together? You know more about Tian Qiu. You can confirm whether the things you get later are true or false on the spot." after putting on your clothes, Zhao Sanjin darted to the door of the ward, and then smiled.

Hearing this, Qin Wanrou slowly took down her hand covering her face. When she saw that Zhao Sanjin was really dressed, she immediately scolded, "asshole! Stop! I won't kill you today!"

Ye Zhimo stayed in the ward alone and watched Zhao Sanjin and Qin Wanrou rush out one after another. In her mind, she involuntarily emerged Zhao Sanjin's arrogant posture. The residual heat on her face had not faded. Then she covered with a light blush, pouted her mouth and whispered, "this guy is really a strange man..."

……

Chasing Zhao Sanjin, she ran downstairs in one breath. Zhao Sanjin gave up running away, but Qin Wanrou was too tired to teach Zhao Sanjin any more. She bent down and gasped, "I won't eat you again. What are you running for?"

"If you don't chase, a fool will run." Zhao Sankin smiled faintly. Although his breath was a little heavy, the situation was obviously much better than Qin Wanrou.

Qin Wanrou stared and said, "if you don't run, the fool will chase you!"

"Fool and fool, it sounds like a good match..." Zhao Sankin frowned and joked, "I said officer Qin, do you like me and want to soak me?"

"You!"

"I tell you, I'm not a casual man. Besides, your chest is too small, your temper is too smelly, and your Kung Fu is not very good. It's not my dish at all. Therefore, you'd better die as soon as possible to avoid falling in love with me."

"Get out of here!"

Qin Wanrou can see through it. Zhao Sanjin is clearly the nemesis of her life. Every time she stays with this guy, she will spit blood when she doesn't say ten words. However, Zhao Sanjin runs fast and has good Kung Fu. She can't catch up and fight. She can only be angry alone!

At this time, a taxi came to the front. Zhao Sanjin reached out and stopped the car. He twisted his ass and sat in the co driver's seat. He smiled at the driver and said, "go to Longyuan community. It's faster."

"OK!"

The driver was an uncle in his thirties. When he saw Qin Wanrou wearing a police uniform and going to Longyuan community, he immediately knew that Zhao Sanjin's identity was not simple, so he didn't dare to neglect it. As soon as the soles of his feet stepped on the accelerator, the taxi went away with a clang.

According to Qin Wanrou, Tian Qiu's home is in Longyuan community.

Longyuan community is located in the center of Jianghai city. There are all high-rise buildings nearby. It can be said that it is a truly rich area. Anyone who can buy a house there belongs to the symbol of identity, with light on his face and confidence in speaking.

Zhao Sanjin knew that the driver must have misunderstood, but he smiled and didn't bother to explain.

It's about a dozen minutes' drive. When you get near Longyuan community, you can see rows of tall buildings rising from the ground. There are pavilions, waterside pavilions, green trees and red flowers in the community. In contrast, Shengshi international where Liu Yingying lives and Maolin community where Li Zhiling lives are much inferior.

"Shit, it seems that Tian Qiu is quite greedy!" Zhao Sanjin looked at it for a few eyes and couldn't help scolding.

After the taxi arrived at the north gate of Longyuan community, Zhao Sanjin saw the cold face of Bo Bang standing at the door of the community, so he hurriedly said, "master, pull over!"

The driver nodded and then stopped at the side of the road.

Zhao Sanjin paid to get off the bus, strode to Maung Bobang and said with a smile, "it's very fast. How about determining the specific location of Tian Qiu's house?"

"It seems that you are recovering well. We should have a good fight."

Seeing that Zhao Sanjin's gait was light and energetic, and he didn't look like he had just been seriously injured, Maung Bobang was a little surprised. His answer was not what he asked. He said and stretched out his hand that had been behind him.

"Is this?" Zhao Sankin looked down and saw Maung Bobang holding a black leather bag in his hand.

Maung Bobang said in a flat tone: "everything you want is in it. If you want to take it away from me, come with me. I've found the venue."

Then Maung Po Bong turned and walked to a judo hall opposite.

Already got it?

Zhao Sanjin stared at the black leather bag in Maung Bobang's hand and couldn't help but be alarmed. Since he just called Maung Bobang, up to now, it has only been about half an hour, minus the time spent by Maung Bobang from the airport to Longyuan community, that is, it took less than ten minutes for Maung Bobang to sneak into Tian Qiu's house to steal evidence.

It's really a Burmese thief, cow!

At this time, Qin Wanrou came to Zhao Sanjin, frowned, looked at the natural and unrestrained back of Bo bang, and asked, "is this the master you said?"

Zhao Sankin nodded and smiled and said, "what he held in his hand should be Tian Qiu's criminal evidence."

"Oh?" Qin Wanrou was stunned for a moment. Her eyes twinkled and said anxiously, "what are you doing standing here? Go and get it!"

Zhao Sankin rolled his eyes and said, "I said he was a master."

"So what?"

"Only by defeating him can we get the evidence."

"Are you afraid?"

"Yes, I'm a little afraid." Zhao Sankin tilted his mouth and said, "I'm afraid I'll hurt him if I hit him too hard later."

"Bah, brag!"

Qin Wanrou glared at Zhao Sanjin and sniffed.

The judo hall across the street is located at the bottom of the whole building. There is a neon sign at the door, which reads "Suzuki jujitsu Institute".

Suzuki?

Zhao Sankin's heart moved slightly. He secretly said that the judo hall was opened by himself.

Zhao Sanjin and Qin Wanrou followed him and followed Maung Bobang into the Taoist hall. As soon as they entered the door, they could hear a roar of hum and ha ha. Their voices were disorderly. It was obvious that many people were training inside.

Zhao Sankin glanced casually.

Sure enough.

In the martial arts hall with hundreds of square meters on the first floor, there are hundreds of people, men and women, all wearing white Taoist clothes and black belts.

Judo is different from Taekwondo. Among the levels of Taekwondo, nine black belts belong to the highest level. As long as people can tie a black belt around their waist, it is enough to be bullish everywhere. For judo, novices from the beginning to the fifth stage will wear a black belt around their waist, while experts from the sixth to the eighth stage will wear a red and white belt. As for the most powerful nine and ten stage masters, People wear red belts around their waist.

Red represents an extremely dangerous signal!

According to Zhao Sanjing's understanding, there are absolutely no more than five jujitsu masters who can really have the strength of the red belt in the judo industry, because in order to qualify for the red belt, in addition to being strong enough, there are two rigid standards: one is to devote themselves to the cause of Judo for life, and the other is to make outstanding contributions to the cause of judo.

The hundreds of students in front of them are young people in their twenties. Only a few teachers responsible for guiding the training are slightly older, about thirty or forty years old. However, like those students, they wear black belts around their waist.

"Hey, you guys, stop!"

Just a few steps into the hall, there was a break in the crowd.

Then one of the masters ran up to Maung Po pong, stopped in front of him, reached out to stop him and asked, "what do you do? Don't you know where this is?"

"I know." Maung Po Pong still maintained his arrogant high and cold attitude. With a hook in the corner of his mouth, he said coldly, "it's because I know that I'm here."

Hearing this, the master changed his look. Seeing that the comers were not good, he immediately vigilantly said, "so, are you here to kick the hall?"

Maung Bobang shook his head and glanced at the trainees in training. His face was full of disdain. He said in a deep voice, "a judo Hall of your level is not qualified for me to play in person."

"You!"

"We just want to borrow your Taoist hall and play a game."

"Borrow our Taoist school?" the master was stunned. Then he was angry and laughed by Maung Bobang's arrogance. He snorted coldly: "young man, I don't think you know the rules here..."

"I'll rent ten thousand yuan for half an hour." Maung Bobang interrupted the master. Impatiently, he took out a stack of banknotes from his body and handed them to him.

"This is not money..."

"Twenty thousand dollars!"

As he spoke, Maung Po Bong changed his tricks, shook his hand and took out a stack of money.

Looking down at those red banknotes, the master's face was slightly black. Obviously, he was very angry and said, "put away your stinky money. Your behavior is a shame to us!"

"I repeat, you are not qualified to be humiliated by me." Maung Po Bang stretched out his hand and pointed to Zhao Sanjin behind him. "He is the one I want to humiliate today."