Under the leadership of a police supervisor, Li Mochen walked directly into the director's office. Then he saw Li Mei sitting in front of the desk inside with a pale face.

The director here was not here. According to the police in charge, Li Mochen sat down next to Li Mei: "What's going on? Why did you tell me what happened on Wednesday afternoon? It's been almost 35 hours."

"I also received a call from Mr. Hairoul at noon yesterday, saying that Mr. Hairoul had not come to school, and she was very worried."

Li Mei's lips were purple: "The Jaxes didn't care at all, and they didn't even plan to report the case. I could only find familiar police officers to understand the situation through the relationship here. They investigated until Wednesday afternoon, near Buxley Riverside Middle School, someone witnessed a girl suspected of being kidnapped. That was the only way for Heroul to go home. In addition, although the witnesses did not see the girl's appearance, they were sure that she was wearing the uniform of Buxley Riverside Middle School and her hair was also light gold."

Li Mochen couldn't help but frowned slightly, knowing that Hairoul was kidnapped, probably in the past tense.

Just at this moment, a middle-aged man with a big belly walked in: "Ms. Li Mei, and Mr. Wilton Stein, right? I recognize you. Since last Friday, there have been programs and news about you everywhere. Mr. Payton has called me and asked me to help you as much as possible."

"Mr. Cadylan!"

Li Mochen also stood up and shook hands with the other party: "Please, we hope to find Hairoul's whereabouts as soon as possible. You know, I'm going through the procedures for adopting her, she is very important to me."

"But this is very troublesome."

Director Cadylan sighed: "It has been 24 hours since the disappearance of the golden disappearance, and the Jax and his wife have not reported the case yet. Before the case is officially filed, I can only promise to mobilize the police officers to help you find it, and then use your personal relationship to help you inquire. But don't have too much hope. To be honest, you might as well find another way instead of hoping for the police station in this kind of thing."

Li Mochen's expression moved slightly, then turned his head to Chu Siguo and Li Mei next to him and said, "Chu, you and Aunt Mei are both out."

When he and Cadylan were left in this office, Li Mochen placed a paper bag in front of Cadylan: "Mr. Cadylan, you seem to have something in your words. Can you tell me carefully?"

The latter weighed the paper bag and knew that there were at least 100,000 gold shields inside. He immediately smiled satisfied, and then skillfully swept the paper bag into the drawer on the left.

"It's really unnecessary. Mr. Wiltonstein, even if it's just for Mr. Payton's call, I will do my best to help you. Emm, I'll tell you the truth. If it's a local gang in Baxley, then within one day, I'll send Miss Helloel to you. But you must be prepared at any time. There are some criminal groups and outlaws who don't even take us police seriously. It depends on you to find a way. Of course, I will investigate as quickly as possible and ensure that within five hours, I will tell you which side of the action was taken."

"Five hours?"

Li Mochen frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

"This is the fastest."

Cadylan spread his hands: "I don't think you need to worry too much, Mr. Wilton Stein. Beautiful girls like Heller, their only purpose of kidnapping was to sell human trafficking, sell them to other places, in the dark world, or the bedsides of the powerful, and then use drugs to control them. However, this kind of thing usually only happens to immigrant girls who have no identity. What I don't understand is why they attacked the students of Barxley Riverside Middle School."

He said this and realized that he had gone off the topic, so he whispered: "Helloul is very beautiful. Girls like her, original products are the most valuable. You may not like to hear this sentence, but it is the fact that they are unlikely to hurt her now. In short, Mr. Wilton, you can go home and wait for news. Maybe after you participate in the competition, there will be a result here."

Li Mochen was helpless and had to say goodbye and leave. He still had a game in the afternoon and had to return to school or Storm Stadium before noon. He really couldn't stay here for a long time.

All he could do was ask Li Mei to wait for the news here, and then contact Li Tailai again.

The strength of the Nesson Sports Group is undoubtedly, and it is impossible for the Bucksley City Police Department to turn a blind eye to Mr. Payton's entrustedness.

But in addition to this, he also wanted to do more for Hayroul, the girl who was pitying.

Just as Li Mochen returned to school and took the college bus to Storm Stadium, Carl Holden, who was accompanying him in the car, answered the mobile phone.

Ibi Brian, his 8th-finals opponent, had already informed the event committee to abstain from an unfortunate car accident at noon, causing Ibi Brian's arm to break.

"In other words, our lucky prince has once again been lucky enough to qualify?"

William Jacques didn't know what to evaluate for a while, so he could only joke: "There are only eight rounds so far, and six rounds won without a fight. Amo, I want to buy a lucky bracelet now."

Li Mochen ignored him, and he looked at Carl curiously: "It wasn't you who did it?"

"How is it possible? For a guy who is destined to lose in your hands? We don't do illegal things either. What do you think of our Nesson movement as? A criminal group?"

Carl Holden complained: "It's impossible that the bookmakers will not do anything too outrageous at this moment. This kind of high-profile time will accidentally attract investigations from the Gambling Regulatory Commission, and the loss will be more than worth the money. I guess this is probably the self-directed and self-acted by Ibi Brian. He can't do it himself, but he can conspire with others. Your opponent today is also a member of the Arcadis camp."

Louise Linden, who heard about this, also agreed: "This speculation is very likely, and it is a very smart approach."

"In other words, although he was very clamoring in front of the media, he actually didn't plan to compete with A Mo at the beginning? Wow, this guy has not only successfully avoided the battle with A Mo, but also made A Mo the target of public criticism while preserving his reputation, right?"

William Jacques also began to think: "He is not your opponent to Amo anyway, so he will definitely lose this battle. The situation is not very good. I guess those guys who lost money in gambling will be more determined to believe that the battle between you and James Lanster is the result of the manipulation of the black hand. They will hate you, Amo."

In fact, they have now seen the expected results.

The bus was just approaching the Storm Stadium, and the street was covered with protesters, and it was in a state of excitement. Not only were it holding various signs, it struggled to strike the defense line composed of police and security guards on both sides. The various debris that were thrown over also included dangerous things like bricks and gravel.

William Jacques looked at the scene outside the window and couldn't help but lose his mind.

"It seems that they want to kill you"
Chapter completed!