The police officer who had just fought with Wan Zi went in and was injured and came out again on duty.

The police hall has finally become much cleaner.

The night is getting thicker a little bit.

The second half of the night became quieter and the police officers on duty began to feel drowsy.

The sound of footsteps came from the front door.

A policeman raised his neck and looked at it in the sound, drowsy.

The one who stepped into the police station in the early morning turned out to be a Chinese child.

It seems that at most it is the age when you have just started elementary school.

She wore a delicate and expensive white children's suit, black hair and sandalwood eyes, and her facial features were so delicate that she did not look like a mortal.

Although he was young, he had no fear at all when he entered the police station.

A pair of eyes swept around the hall, calm and quiet, as if he was used to seeing big scenes.

Behind him, there were several adult men wearing black clothes who looked like bodyguards.

The police officer was a little confused: "What do you want to do?"

The little boy seemed to mock the other party for asking such low-level questions: "Of course I'm reporting the case when I go to the police station."

A bodyguard dragged a chair over.

The chairs in the police hall are relatively tall and are designed for adults.

The little boy supported himself and jumped up to sit down, looking like he was ready for a protracted battle.

Standard British accent, word by word:

"Please go to the police immediately to find Qiao Yueer, a multinational teacher who disappeared this afternoon."

What, is it for that Chinese teacher to call the police?

Several police officers looked at each other and said:

"The principal and colleagues of the Missing School have come to call the police just now, and we have made it clear that Teacher Qiao has not disappeared for long enough..."

"How is it long enough?" The little boy's fair and tender fingers knocked on the armrest of the chair, and his tone began to feel unhappy. "Is it going to be killed, which is enough? Is this your local police's attitude towards the disappearance of Chinese people?"

Several police officers were attacked by a half-year-old child for the first time, and they couldn't hold on to their face, and they all:

"Wait, what is your identity?"

"Yes, the colleague of the missing teacher who just called the police was the missing teacher. Who are you?"

"Little brother, it's enough for adults to deal with this kind of thing. Children cannot sleep too late. If they are prone to dysplasia, go back to bed quickly!" A police officer even started to sarcastically.

A sharp look suddenly flashed through the little boy's eyes.

A bodyguard next to him saw his eyes and immediately stepped forward, slapped the rude person at the face.

With a 'bang', the whole hall became quiet.

Several police officers were shocked.

Two seconds later, it exploded: "You dare to do it? Be careful-"

A bodyguard interrupted: "Your level is too low, our boss doesn't want to talk to you. Let you be responsible now."

What the hell?!?

Just let it go and beat people, but you still despise them for being too low?

Also, boss? This big kid is actually the boss of a group of men?

Several people laughed angrily: "Who do you think you are? A little brat who has not even grown all the hair actually wants to have an interview with us?"

"Leave now!"

Looking at the child's attitude, I guess it belongs to a wealthy Chinese businessman?

There are quite a lot of rich Chinese businessmen doing business in Nepal.

If you offend a powerful person, the police station will not end well.

So several police officers did not dare to put him in jail casually.

Otherwise, just because the bodyguard slapped the police officer just now, they would have thrown this little kid and his group into prison just like they were dealing with Wan Zi!
Chapter completed!