Liu Wanshan never expected such a result. He looked at He Zifeng anxiously and winked at him, but found that the other party smiled and gave him a look of peace of mind.

"What is the medicine sold in this gourd?"

Liu Wanshan was confused, but in front of so many people, he could no longer give He Zifeng too much clarity, and he cleared his throat: "Mr. He, since you admit that you killed someone, then go with me!"

"Let's go with you? It seems that there is no place for you, Liu Wanshan, to talk to you?"

Before He Zifeng could speak, Richard stood up first. He walked to Liu Wanshan and stared at him: "Don't forget, this is the French Concession, here... I have the final say!"

A chuckle sounded around them, and they were mocking Liu Wanshan for his ignorance and overestimation. He Zifeng looked around and wrote those snobbish faces in his heart. He didn't want to stay here too much because there were still many things waiting for him to deal with. He had to leave here as soon as possible.

At the gate, Tong Yaoling stood there with a dark face. He had been holding it in for too long. Sometimes he couldn't understand He Zifeng's style of doing things. He often had no choice but to find it, but in the end, everything could be integrated and reasonable. This is why Tong Yaoling stayed with He Zifeng.

In his heart, He Zifeng was a wise man, a true wise man, and a Confucian general. He didn't need too much planning, and he felt like he was destroyed by chatting and laughing.

And now, just as he looked over with a dark face, He Zifeng was also looking up at himself, with a faint smile on his face, and then the Browning in his hand rang.

This sudden sound shocked everyone in the audience. They just watched Liu Wanshan's suddenly twisted face tremble like rice bran for a few times, then turned ashen and fell to the ground with a scream.

A hole was opened in his thigh, and blood was floating out. As he watched him rolling on the ground like a pig, there was no trace of pity in He Zifeng's eyes. He just looked at Tong Yaoling with a smile, as if the person screaming under his feet was not a person, but a beast.

Seeing this, the policeman surrounding the hall shouted, and dozens of guns that had been made of black holes in Hanyang pointed at He Zifeng. The hall was extremely quiet, and only Liu Wanshan's scream told everyone that all this was true.

Tong Yaoling swallowed without knowingly, then reached out to make a move outside the door. With just two breaths, a group of black suits rushed in from both sides of him, without any sound. Dozens of muzzles were pressed against the heads of the policemen, and Liu Wanshan's scream stopped suddenly.

A dense bead of sweat oozed out from Liu Wanshan's forehead again. This time it was not caused by the pain, but the strength of these black suits really scared him.

There are no machetes, no axes, no Hanyang, no box cannons, and some are a flowering mechanism, brand new and shiny.

Just for such equipment, let alone the police at the scene, even if they come several times, Liu Wanshan has reason to believe that as long as He Zifeng gave the order, he would not be able to hold on to the sweep and all would have to stop.

"Stop, stop! Stop! Let it go!"

Liu Wanshan no longer cared about the injury in his thigh. It was not until now that he realized that He Zifeng had truly had a murderous intention this time. This shot made him clear. He knew clearly that He Zifeng was not targeting him, nor was he trying to kill him.

With the help of a policeman, Liu Wanshan wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, but a dry smile appeared on his face: "Boss He, can you put away your gun? If you get fire again, I, Liu Wanshan, don't have so many orders to accompany you."

He Zifeng's eyes turned, his eyes moved away from Tong Yaoling, and finally fell on Liu Wanshan's twisted face: "Director Liu, have you seen my embarrassing look? Along the way, I was attacked three times, and my people were injured. Your eyes were not there, but the eyes were always there, right? I want to ask you, if you don't catch the murderer, why do you come to catch me a victim? Does Mayor Fu like to pinch soft persimmons?"

"This...I..."

He Zifeng waved his hand impatiently: "Don't let this and that, Mayor Fu, I will have to talk to him sooner or later. Should good citizens like me be protected? But now? It's okay if you can't be protected, but you still have to arrest me? I want to ask, shouldn't I kill someone who wants to kill me? I, He Zifeng, will sit here and wait for others to kill me? Is it illegal for me to kill people, and it's legal for others to kill me?"

The second half of his words turned around and said to the people around him. After this call, everyone couldn't help but talk, and many people even pointed at Liu Wanshan.

It is extremely terrible to talk to everyone. Liu Wanshan felt that he could no longer stay. This feeling of being pointed at by thousands of people made him extremely uncomfortable. What is the use of the police? What else can I do when I catch ordinary people and cooperate with my immediate superiors to catch this and that member? Faced with the gang, the police have become a vulnerable group, and the world is in trouble. This is Minglu.

Liu Wanshan was speechless. He felt that in this hall, he had become a rat crossing the street. He Zifeng said so righteously, and several consuls were so arrogant. Old Fan, not far away, even had strong contempt in his eyes. All of this made him want to turn around and leave immediately.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!"

At this moment, a lonely but extremely rhythmic applause sounded in a corner of the hall. The hall suddenly became quiet again. Everyone turned their heads and saw a person walking out of there. He was quite old, his temples were a little gray, but his face was strong and he was well maintained.

He walked out of the darkness with a tall figure and said, "Boss He is very correct. Director Liu, this time you have really surpassed something that should not be surpassed. Actually, I think Boss He should not explain so much to you, because this is the French Concession, Mr. Richard can handle this matter well. Do you think it is? Mr. Richard."

He Zifeng did not turn around, but when he heard the man's voice, his figure shook slightly, and then a hint of joy appeared on his face: "I really didn't expect that you would appear at this time after more than a year."

"Yes, it's just that coincidental that I appeared at this time and witnessed this good show with my own eyes." The man smiled and looked at He Zifeng's back meaningfully.

"Mr. Kato, are you back?"
Chapter completed!